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Dysfunctional Satisfaction - L.T.
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    Time 29m
Ongoing, First published Jun 02, 2015
He wants to get vengeance for what happened to him. However, his vengeance is far from what you'd expect it to be. You could say that it is somewhat, dysfunctional. Once he gets that vengeance, then, and only then, will he be satisfied. 

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Can Louis help Caelan to escape the storm of vengeance that's coming her way? or will his torn up past get in the way...

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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.