Arregla Tu Desmadre Novels & Stories

All based on my wild imagination☺️☺️☺️☺️. Correct if something goes wrong🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.

My head is a mess as I try to figure out what the hell to do. Open a can of worms, mess, hostility, and destroy the puzzle of us that I am not sure I would know how to put back together, to say screw it ‘let’s have sex’ and do things to me I have fantasised about for weeks. Or say no and stop myself leaping into the fire and probably regret not taking the chance.

I was thrilled by this new feeling called pain that I have never experienced. "Damn it,My eyes!My eyes! I can't see, damn it!I will kill you ,you filthy pig!". Felix kept on ranting and yelling as he pulled out the twig from his eyes.I saw a scissor on the floor. It must have fallen from my backpack when it's contents spilled on the floor. The scissors was not within my reach so I stretched out my hand trying to take it but my stomach ached from the earlier beating it has received.

" she moaned again in frustration. Mira fiddled with her champagne glass with a restless and agitated heart. "Oh my God! What do I have to do to get over this madness?!" she exclaimed feeling out of control of herself. "Right now he's like a snot-nosed kid with love-at-first-sight syndrome!" she screeched as she groaned in despair and tried to calm down on her bed while staring at the reflection of the moonlight at night.

I slap myself back to reality I seriously need to get a grip Turning the show off I eat my lust away. I mean how can I pleasure myself to someone I have never seen maybe I am crazy

“Fuck you! If it weren’t for the person I know you through, today would have been your last day on Earth for daring me!” “I know I really messed up. Deepest apologies. But listen, the version you got is the heavy-duty one. Your antidote won't touch it. No medical fix, no herbal bullshit. Only way to counter it is full-on sex. If sex doesn't happen soon, it could... kill.” “Go to hell!” I roared, smashing the end call button before hurling the phone against the wall. It clattered to the floor, screen cracked. I raked my fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, as if pain could clear the fog.

“Madison, it’s okay. We’re here. Breathe—” But it wasn’t okay. The panic that had been contained in the distortion began bleeding into reality. Small things first—a misstep while walking, a shadow flickering where it shouldn’t, a laugh turning jagged. Stepbrother moved with precision, placing a hand on her shoulder, grounding her. “Correction: external influence persists. Stabilization required.” But even his calm voice couldn’t erase the growing unease. --- I tried to anchor us, to rebuild the rhythm we had relied on in the distortion. I called for synchronization, pulling our movements together, holding the bond tight. For a moment, it worked. Madison’s shadows calmed, Ian’s laugh steadied

" I do not know how. Do not know what to do. Do not know how to fix what I just broke. All I know is that I just lost her. And this time it might be permanent.

Yrah was sure she looked like a bedraggled madwoman all day as she’d gone around pulling her hair in frustration. Jaz and Z had asked what was wrong with her, and she only snapped at them. When she apologized, they confessed that the confined surroundings were starting to get to them, too.

You can find him and finish the job. I huffed out with a laughter sputtering out of my mouth. The people around me flinched at my sudden bark of madness. I was unaffected, going nuts with fury. I grabbed the nearest pillar, and screamed without any voice coming out of my throat. Goddamn asshole! What the fuck! I clenched my teeth tightly, and took several deep breaths to calm myself. I brought the phone up again, and replied to the madman of the year, “Edgar Darkmoon, I have never seen an arrogant, annoying man like you! I WILL go to London and get your grandfather’s approval at any cost! And then if you don’t sign those damn papers, you are going to see my bad side pretty quickly!”