𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐬 | 18+
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"𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!" he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
I could only nod with my head down because of the tension. But I gasped loudly when he arched my head up holding my hair in a grip.
"Don't shut that pretty mouth. Answer using that when I question or else I know how to use that mouth better!" He strictly said, making gulp.
Heat rushed to my whole body hearing his dominating voice. With another hand, he cupped my jaw.
Before I could say something, he leaned and took my upper lip, sucking it gently. I closed my eyes feeling his soft lips. Damn! Amazing!
~ 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
They were meant to be neighbours.. but one look of her pulled something out of him.. the obsession, which he kept controlled. Her chaotic version wrapped him around her little finger. Soon they both fall in love..
But what happens when mysteries started unveiling.. secrets started unfolding. What will happen when he, the one who started this, started being avoidant and ignorant? And breaks her ruthlessly?
Why did he do that? What will she do? Will she move on? Will he move on? What are those secrets?
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 "𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒" Series..
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It's purely fictional. If anyone have problem with it, so please don't read. The name itself is Their forbidden love, so ofcourse there will be forbidden romance.
•𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞..
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