Dealing with Cope. (On Hold)

Dealing with Cope. (On Hold)

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This is Copeland's story............ Prologue. Darkness waits to pull me under when least expected. Tears pour down my face when know one sees the pain that has question my fate. What does my fate have in store for me when I wake? Blow after blow courses threw me, bring me in and out of consciousness wishing to make it end once and for all. I lay across the room staring into my mother's blank eyes as she watches me fade away before her. I pray this is all a bad dream and she'll scream for him to stop but she does no such thing. My hand streches out towards her but it is no use she looks away and leaves. My body is kicked a finale time before he gets tried of me. I feel myself slipping away encourging the darkness to stay and for me to never wake. My eyes are fluttering shut when I hear loud sounds around me and a voice telling me to stay awake but its too late darkness pulls me under.
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His calloused hands, roughened from honest work, didn't fumble with the button of my jeans. They moved with a new, devastating certainty, peeling the wet denim from my skin until I stood bare before him in the steam. His electric blue eyes darkened, turning savage with a need that mirrored the ache building low in my own belly. "I need to hear you, Angel," he growled, his voice rough as gravel. "I need to know you're still mine." His mouth found the frantic pulse in my neck, then lower, his teeth grazing a peaked nipple, making me cry out. This wasn't the gentle reunion from last week. This was a claiming. When he finally entered me, it was with a single, powerful thrust that stole the air from my lungs. My back met the cold, tiled wall, but his body was a furnace against me, his rhythm relentless, each movement a desperate prayer and a filthy promise. "Look at me," he demanded, his forehead slick against mine. "Look at me when you come." He was ruin. She was salvation. Jaxson "Jax" Thorne was the town's warning. Everleigh Grace was the pastor's daughter. One reckless night of passion had consequences: a positive test, a thrown-out daughter, and a runaway plan. But just as they start to build a life, a devastating tragedy tears them apart. This is the story of how a love born in rebellion was tested by fire, and how the bad boy who ruined her would become the only man who could put her back together.

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