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Complete Tue, Oct 14, 2025<5 mins
Just a short story I wrote. Didn't plan to post but it's taking up was taking up space in my docs.
Trigger warning:
Torture
Death
SelfUnaliving thoughts
from the dearest depths of my soul
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"Like you expressed your friend, am I the one who make you feel those butterflies that you encounter in the pages of your novels?" As soon as he spoke, my throat constricted. Our faces were just mere inches apart. I lowered my gaze, unable to bear looking at him. With his finger beneath my chin, he lifted my eyes to meet his, his piercing blue eyes held me captive, as if I had drifted into their depths. He murmured, " I asked you something, princess." I couldn't help but reply, "No". My voice was a mere whispered, his gazed still fixed upon me. It seemed as, if he blinked his eyes, i might be vanished into thin air. He grabbed the back of my neck and spoke in his deep husky voice. "Let me see, how truthful my princess is being with me." With that he pressed his lips against mine, showing how much he craves for and I felt my legs weakning.... Is he really the one? ΰΌΛβπｑβπ¦Ή.β§Λ α΄ Κ α΄ α΄ α΄ s: β§ Age gap (5 years) β§ Bestfriend / boyfriend bestfriend's β§ Heavy breeding kink β§ Obsessive MMC β§ Forced marriage β§ He fell twice and harder β§ Dark romance β§ Professor x Student (short -lived) β§ Mystery β§ Amnesia β§ Desi x Desi β§ Enemies to lovers (she hates, he loves) β§ Touch her and see hell on earth ΰΌΛβπｑβπ¦Ή.β§Λ *Unedited* Read at your own risk 6.11.25 //NOTE :It's on hold for a bit... just dealing with some personal stuff. Really hoping you all understand and stick around π₯Ίπ«Ά
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