Sordid Silence

Sordid Silence

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I met my angel on the worst night of my life. It turned out to be the best. I was barefoot, soaked in blood, running from something that had already taken too much from me. He didn't ask where I came from. He didn't look at me like I was broken-or like I needed saving. He just took me along for the ride and changed the trajectory of my life, as if women like me climbed into his car every night. Bunny liked him instantly. Bunny likes very few people. Now I'm hidden. Alive. Obsessed. My angel doesn't smile much. He doesn't touch unless he has to. He treats me like something fragile and volatile all at once-like I might shatter or explode depending on the day. I fall for him anyway. Hard and fast. I don't believe in happy endings. But I believe in him. Even if he doesn't realize he's already mine. Includes: Extra sweet but feral FMC • Quiet, lethal MMC • Protector romance • Obsession at first sight • Imaginary friend • Moral grayness • Touch-averse hero • Her second-chance love, his only
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I have a story to tell you. One about love-- the kind that swears forever under starlight... And the kind that leaves you waiting at 2:00 a.m. in a dress he'll never come home to see. Once, he kissed me like I was the only thing that made sense. Now he won't even look at me. The vows were real. The silence is louder. The bed is cold. I keep telling myself it's just another rough patch. But the candles burn out. The food goes cold. And his green eyes aren't soft anymore- just angry. One day, he stops coming home. One day, the doctor says words I can't unhear. One day, a stranger with hazel eyes asks if I'm okay. And I wish they were green. For a while. But this isn't a story about waiting. It's a story about finally walking away. About the woman who stayed too long- and the one she chose to become after. Live it with me. Won't you? #2 Discovery (02/14/2026) #2 triangle (02/14/2026) #1 rollercoaster (02/19/2026)

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