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Placid Doting
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    Parts 37
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    Time 1h 36m
Ongoing, First published Dec 30, 2016
Mature
They were not exactly the two people who could unite. A boy who was not looking for love or commitment ,who already had what he thought he wanted and She who found all boys the same and broke many hearts..But fate made him fall and he wanted to make her too. The journey of a guy winning a girl's heart, fighting for her and also with himself . A humble story of two people who attracted , denied , tried and considered only to find themselves purely in love.
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My Obsession (Waves Of Love #2)

55 parts Complete Mature

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.