Christmas Gift (My Heart Beat)

Christmas Gift (My Heart Beat)

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An unexpected accident causes Christ and Emily to meet frequently. Emily feels threatened by Christ's presence in her life. Meanwhile, Christ is obsessed with a woman he recently met at one of his shopping malls. Who is this woman? Why did my heart beat faster the first time I saw her face? I suddenly felt the urge to hug her. This is irrational! This woman is very dangerous for my heart health, I'd better avoid her. ~ Christ ~ He's the most insolent man I've ever met in my life! Because when we first met, he stared at me with a lecherous gaze. I hope I never cross paths with him again! ~ Emily ~ "What are you doing?" He asked in an irritated tone while looking at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I replied to the person standing in front of me. I lowered my head to hide a smile on my lips. "Why are his clothes getting wet?" Ask someone who has just come out of the toilet. "It doesn't seem like he can go with us, baby. You see the clothes he wears are wet," I said in low tone. After that incident he began to repay me for every deed I did to him. And the fight began.
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She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

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