POSSESSIVE [H.S]

POSSESSIVE [H.S]

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Pos•ses•sive / (adjective) the act of demanding someone's love and attention. Some say love is defined as a strong feeling or constant affection for a person. An attraction for sexual desire. A feeling of warm personal attachment. Harry never cared for anybody. He goes by the saying, "me, myself, and I." His dark persona lured women in but, Harry only had one night stands. Pure flings that he forgot about the following day. Harry wasn't one to make a good first impression because to be truthfully honest, he didn't have anyone to impress. When fate decides to unite Harry and Alice, has his ways changed for the better or does he stay as the guy Alice's parents warned her about. Can love conquer all? **WARNING** Contains drug and alcohol abuse, content, and foul language.
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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.

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