Salvation
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When your whole life resembles one big excruciating tragedy, all you can do is wait to be saved after numerous trials to fight back. That is exactly what Sophia did. Let's just say her life wasn't what we call a normal life, since she was brought to this world. Simply, because her tragedy started the same hour, same minute she was born. She has been violated, beaten down and humiliated. That is when the prince appears and save his princess from her trauma, right? wrong. But, a moon breaks through the darkness of the night. A new guy starts at her school. Could he be her last hope? her last chance? her salvation? Did he come to save her or rather guide her? And here comes the question, is he her salvation? Or is it something more and he's just a beam of light to illustrate her path to her salvation? Tall, handsome, kind and has a heart of gold Islam How can Sophia resist, even though she has a very good reason to? And like any other girl she falls for the guy, who cared for her and made her feel like she's someone... The fairy tale goes on and everything starts to brighten, except what happens when Cinderella forgets about her evil step mother and sisters? Her world topples over and her once was beautiful dream turns into a nightmare. Could one mistake ruin her search for happiness? Could one second of hesitation blow her cover? And most importantly, would Islam survive one meeting with the notorious gang leader Noah Black Miller "what do you do when you feel like your suffocating? When you lose hope?" Sophia asked "I pray, I talk to Allah" Islam said "What good would that do? He doesn't answer you" She asked him curiously "He created me, He only can help me" He said "If you're good, then why does your God put you through hard times? If he loves us all like you say, why does He leave us to suffer?" She asked desperately "Allah sometimes takes us to troubles waters not to drown us but to cleanse us. Maybe test us , how patient we are. He's always there"
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"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

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