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Kidnapped By Patrick Stump

Kidnapped By Patrick Stump

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Romance
Ella Taylor is a 29 year old single woman she has been seeing this nice man for two years now and she wants to be more than friends so she wants to get married but...that all changes one night when something happens to her I looked out the window and watched the birds and saw how free they were I wish I was a bird so that I could fly away from here. But I cant and Im trapped here for life "Ella you know that you cant leave right?" I herd a familiar voice "yes but I will never love you and I hope you will remember that" I spat "you will even if you have to and I..I will make you love me even If you dont but deep down in side I know you cant stay away from me" pat said then he came closer and he.... To find out what happens read and find out. ~smiley230 :-) ~
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"You don't belong in this world of mine," Liam whispered, his lips inches from mine. "But I'm selfish, and I can't let you go." "I want to stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm falling for you too, Liam." - I should be sneering, laughing even. How blind could he be? Liam Sterling-the killer, master manipulator, the ruthless, untouchable king of New York's underworld-brought to his knees by the one woman sworn to tear him apart. For years, revenge was all I had. Liam destroyed my family, tore my life apart, leaving me with nothing but rage. I rebuilt myself piece by piece, every step driven by the thought of making him pay. But then... I got close to him. Close enough to touch. His touch is fire, burning through every wall I've built. Each kiss, every stolen moment, weakens my defenses, awakening a need that terrifies me. How can I want him like this? Crave him, when every scar I carry is a reminder of all he's taken? I should hate him. I should destroy him. But when he looks at me, when he holds me like I'm something he needs to protect, I'm lost. And as I watch him break, all I feel is a strange, hollow ache where satisfaction should be. How can I keep fighting him, when I'm already falling, already broken, for the man I was supposed to ruin?

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