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When I turned a corner, only journalists who sensed gossip followed me. No one from the Jackson family came after me. I refused to answer any questions. I then took out my phone and started looking for the number of the University of Quiles' Admissions Department. "I'm sorry, I regret turning you down before. Is it too late for me to apply to go to the University of Quiles?"

I said, drawing up a chair so I was sitting in front of him He raised bloodied eyes up to meet mine and spat I could see that Ana has roughened him up a bit in my absence “That was not the welcome I was expecting” I tsked “Go to hell, Andres” he said, glowering at me “Sure but isn’t it great how you are going to be my forerunner?” I smiled, pulling out the Santoku knife DESIRE BECOMES SURRENDER BOOK 1 IS OVER BOOK 2 WILL BE UPLOADED IMMEDIATELY AND WILL FEATURE ALEJANDRO CRUZ AFTER HIS ESCAPE FROM ANDRES DUNGEONS.

I said as I crossed my legs and tapped my fingers on the table anxiously, waiting for Reina to come back from her bathroom trip. “Alright then.” Desire said but I could see how disappointed she was. But she stood up and left. I waited for quite some time and almost thought that Reina had escaped me, but just when I was about to convince myself that she had really run away, I saw her walking towards me. “Oh! Did Desire leave already? She has such a charming personality. You have a cool cousin Ian.” She said and smiled widely whilst staring at me. “Are you aware of what you are doing to me?” I asked, looking extremely pissed.

My hands slammed the steering wheel, and I cried silently. "I’m sorry… I’m sorry if I ruined your happiness. I’m sorry if pain will replace the love in your eyes. I’m truly sorry… sorry…" I cried until my chest felt lighter. Why must we suffer for one wrong night? If only I could take it back… When I finally calmed down, I drove home. I didn’t see my parents—only the house helper. I locked myself in my room and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind wandered to Steve’s I*******m account. I grabbed my laptop and opened his profile.

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

",he yelled seizing his sit in utter pain, making the iron on it produce a bell sound. For a moment I thought he was going to snap the sit in two, but I dreaded going close to him. After a while,he calmed down and continued his story. "Taking care of a child is expensive, extremely!, and so while she was still pregnant, about a month,I decided to go for another operation,a larger one this time. I didn't want my child to grow up and see me as an irresponsible father. So I decided to make that my last robbery. My plans was to start up a big business with the money,so I can be able to care for my family. The plan was to rob a bank. I and my colleague did rob the bank, but we were caught and imp

Caspian's POV I'm a happy man. For the first time in forty-three years, I feel like I’m actually living. Desiree has made me realize that I've been unhappy all my life. I thought contentment was something I could buy, something I could control with power, money, and influence. But it turns out, happiness is more elusive than any of that—it’s found in the most unexpected places, like in the fire of a woman who challenges me at every turn.

He swallowed hard, mouth opening like he was about to say something else—something desperate enough to cling to. “I can use my mouth,” he said, voice hoarse, eyes pleading. “I’ll do anything. Just... please.” I caught a twitch deep inside, a flicker of something I didn’t expect. My jaw tightened. My gaze flicked to his mouth, slow breath rising and falling. The night thickened, the world narrowing to that one desperate offer. “He did say I could do whatever I wanted with you,” I murmured, voice rough. He looked up, stupid, teary eyes staring right into mine with that desperate, pleading look. My fingers tightened on the gun. I tilted my head, the cold metal digging deeper.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent. But then, everything shifted. When the second man entered the scene—his gaze not filled with disgust or shock, but curiosity and hunger—and chose to join the couple in bed, my pulse skyrocketed. I couldn’t read another word. My breath hitched, heart thundering beneath my ribs. I slammed the book shut with trembling fingers, the sound echoing through the quiet room, before placing it abruptly on the table in front of me. My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality.