Diary Of A Passion 소설 & 이야기

Or maybe worse, he wanted me once and decided I wasn’t worth the damage. Just like everyone else. The thought cracked something inside me, and before I could stop it, a tear slipped free. I barely felt it roll down my cheek, barely registered it falling, until it dropped onto the page of the diary I was holding. Everything froze. The tear hit the page, and the diary reacted like it had been waiting for that exact moment. Blue fire exploded across the surface, brighter than before, alive and wild, but controlled, like it recognized me now. The pages flipped on their own, fast at first, then slower, until they stopped right in the middle of the book.

Between her slim legs, there it was! A nearly, shaved p*ssy lay there. As she stepped further, my eyes could detect the slightest movement of her p*ssy lips. “Y–You…? Diana…” I recited her name, overwhelmed, rushed and grabbed her into my embrace. Instantly, I locked lips with hers, allowed my desires to wash through me as I nibbled her soft lips. Her huge, round globes pressing against me chest, I could feel her n*ppl*s hardening on me. Meanwhile, my hands worked on her soft butt–squeezing and spreading them passionately.

She holds the box to her chest like it's something sacred. Suddenly, I feel a surge of fury in my veins and I cannot bring myself to care anymore. I let out an incensed scoff. “David was right. You never loved Leonardo. What you had for him was indeed an obsession, maybe that's why he left,” the words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

I would wake up soon sleeping with my mother’s diary by my side. “Isn’t it arousing to see them burn? The people who never cared about you. The people who want you dead. Tell me how you feel. Show me the pleasure you feel running in your veins right now. Ah~,” he moaned in my ears as he unchained my dress from behind. He pressed our lower bodies together. “Can you feel my arousal, little angel?” He pressed his erections against my ass, grinding his hips against mine. “Fuck, this feels so good, isn’t it, Xanthea?”

She made no effort to stifle her passionate and loud moans, which echoed through the walls into my room. "Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Who's your daddy?" Mark asked. "You are!" she cried out passionately. Oh, my God! I tried to cover my ears with a pillow, attempting to block out the explicit noise. I couldn't bear it. It was seriously affecting me. I felt incredibly aroused, perhaps even more so than when Mark was narrating his ordeal. My entire body had been responding to Nicholas all along. He was undeniably attractive, and resisting him was proving to be a challenge. His captivating scent lingered in the air, enveloping me with its alluring fragrance.

Just one last date and this time she will make it clear to him that she is not interested. She takes her to leave his office and goes to her room. Closing the door, she lies down on her bed. Can she never do what she wishes? Why is she so coward? She blames herself for ruining her life with her own hands. She buries her face in the softness of the pillow and mutters something when her a notification pops on her phone. Groaning, she takes a look. She thought it is from Chloe but it is a notification from Aphrodite's paradise. She checks it by clicking on the link and the memories of the first time wash over her. With the Lucian situation, she almost has forgotten about that mysterious man. Wh

Anthony was pleased and he pulled her closer to him as they tasted the sweetness of their lips. With their bodies burning with passion and desire, Anthony's hand began to wander on her body. Anthony lifted her in his arms and carried her like a queen towards their room. The intensity in their body was so powerful that Anthony just torn her clothes savagely. He was so eager to have her, pressing her under his body. Danielle was not distracted by what he did. She pressed herself closer to him, feeling and touching his bare muscular body. She was drooling with his perfect body. She can sensed the hardness of his manhood below him in between her thighs.

After so many years, I was finally getting something about Sierra. "In the start, it really did not look like a missing person case, I was sure about it. We had searched her room and found a secret diary. It had all her secrets. Including how her step mother tortured her and how her father stopped paying attention towards her. I decided to hide the diary. Because I did not know if her father was not involved in all this. I was not even sure if she was alive or not." He replied and Sara and I both exchanged looks. We looked back at him and he pulled that diary out of his drawer. He gave it to us then continued telling us that story.

He dialed Riley’s number one more time and when it went to voicemail again, he sent probably the millionth ‘I love you, I am so sorry’ text message he had sent her. He took another big long pull off of the vodka bottle before he decided to send Erin James a fax. It had all the details of the club he and Riley were working on, with the name Manhattan Passion written across the top. He figured if his relationship with Riley was really over the name of what they had started together should at least reflect a little on what they had. He decided he would send her one last message before he left her alone.

“Yeah, you caught me, I guess. I should be honest then. I love him. I am head over heels in love with him. And when it was first mentioned to me that he could be even the slightest bit involved with Passion's death, it broke my heart into a million tiny pieces. I needed to know the truth. Heck, I became obsessed with knowing the truth. Although even in the process, somewhere deep inside me, I clung to the faith I have in the man I love. So no, I'm not just close to him in a way..I love him. I guess Passion did too.” He inhaled sharply, something dark and sinister flashing in his eyes. “Passion didn't know what love was. She was young, naive, and searching for a saviour. He took advantage of