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Then, without warning, he drove himself fully inside me in one brutal thrust. The pain was blinding, so sharp it felt like he’d split me in two. I was certain I could feel him deep in my gut, stretching me past anything I’d thought possible. Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks, burning trails through the dried salt on my skin. Their size was monstrous, too big, too long for someone like me. It was cruel, almost violent.

My brows furrowed. “What… what is BL?” She looked at me like I was an alien. “Are you fucking kidding me? BL means Boys’ Love. It’s basically fanfiction that ships him with another man.” She said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. “It’s my consolation. Since I can’t have him, I’d rather imagine him with another man than some girl who doesn’t deserve him, you know. No girl deserves him.” My stomach turned. That’s weird. I thought it, but didn’t dare say it out loud.

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BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

"Caspian, the writer sent the script already. " Can I read?" He handed me the paper with a look of worry on his face. "The finalization of the paper, It became a BL." My eyes widened when I heard him say BL B-Boy's Love? By the moment I was still in shock my phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi, my husband. Do you like the story I sent?" At first I did not understand what the hell she is talking about. "What is the name of our writer?" I asked the director.

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I conceded with a sigh, my stomach twisting at the thought. Millie finally looked up at me, her expression serious for a moment... but then confusion washed over her again. "But like," she said slowly, "why you if it isn’t a trap?" I sighed dramatically. "Trust me, I’m wondering the same thing." She nudged me with her elbow. "Boy... your life is starting to feel like a paranormal romance thriller with a side of comedy." "And I didn’t sign up for any of that," I muttered. Millie hummed, still eyeing the flyer suspiciously. "Well... too late. The universe is pairing you up with chaos now. Maybe I should write a fanfiction based on your life story."

Yeah, good pair, indeed. “And what made you think of that?” The other girl curiously asked her friend. “Well, like... Umm, Miss Winsley is the princess, and Blair will be her knight in shining armor. She will be the one to protect her and those who need help.” Carla explained while making a dreamy expression on her face. What made them think that Blair will be my knight in shining armor? Like, I'm not a princess. Hell with the minds of these girls. But, yeah, why not?

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime