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Warning: Hope you like anti heroes, if not then this stories is not for you. It’s not an everyday romance. This book is Dark with explicit content for mature audiences (18+) It may contain sensitive material that many of readers might not be comfortable with. Please take the warning seriously and proceed accordingly.SynopsisMila (Carmella)I ran away. I did it. I ran away. Left everything I knew since the time I was born so I could just live my life without the future that promised hell on earth. Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me.But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into
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Bride To Be... Making New Friends
Mila I woke up late into the morning. For the first time there was no urgency of anything. When I got up, I had to shake the feeling of those grey eyes as I still felt like I was in the dream where he was standing just in front of me, looking down at me. It was the first time I was having this fascination with someone of opposite sex. I have experienced a few kisses here and there since I ran off from home but I didn’t feel this kind of magnetism for someone like I felt for him from just one look. But may be then, if I happen to kiss him like the other men I had in the past, my mind will instantly go to that dark horrible place, where the monsters were standing around me while the despicable and most horrendous of them touched me. And that was an end of my fantasy about that handsome stranger.I stood up from the mattress bed I was sleeping in, and made my way to the stairs. Jaha was already sitting behind the counter, he wished me good
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Jonathan I clenched my fingers around the fork as another low gasp escaped the poor girl standing to my left by my brother's side. His hand was wrapped around her waist and from here I could see how tight he was gripping her. And the look on his face told me he was doing it intentionally.“Jonathan.” My gaze went to my father’s, even though he looked better than the last time, I didn't like the cold glint that shimmered in his eyes.“Yes, father.”“We have decided to cast a vote.” I stilled at his words because I knew what was he going to say next. “Lez has showed far more interest in the family than you, and it's time that he step up for the family if you won’t.”“He's the youngest.” I said, ignoring the subtle way my brother shifted.My father's eyes honed on me. “Will you then finally step up?”“Its not my place either.” I replied, barely controlling myself from upending the whole table and put an end to this dinner. Because lik
Bride To Be... Wake Up...
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