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Sobbing quietly, Nora quickly grabbed the bedsheets and covered every part of her body, she was surprised and grateful that Philly didn't touched her. “I can't do this, I can't force myself on you.” Philly said lowly to himself but was still heard by Nora. “I can't rape you, I can't stand your tears. But the love I have for you is real, I will not allow anyone to come between us.” Philly said in an audible voice and faces Nora once again. “Why can't you return my love back? I can do times 2 of whatever Philip did that made you fall in love with him.” “T-th thank you for stopping.” Nora said quietly.

To do that, I helped build a company that could quietly move assets, bury money, and shield the dealings of people the world preferred not to see. The company grew faster than expected. Too fast. That’s when your mother came in to investigate. I didn’t expect to fall in love. But I did. Her beautiful brown eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky. Her laugh—once you heard it, you couldn’t forget it. Her hugs were warm, grounding, real in a world built on lies. She reminded me I was still human. I used to hope that one day I’d meet the woman you’d fall in love with, just so I could tell her about your mother—and how loving someone like that changes you forever.

In one swift, violent motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and ripped them down her legs, discarding them onto the floor like trash. Before she could even register the cold air, he was back, his fingers diving into her heat. He worked them inside her with a brutal, rhythmic precision, his thumb grinding against her until Rissa’s back arched off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. She was helpless, a moaning mess until the first wave hit her so hard she let out a choked scream, her body trembling as she squirted against his hand. Ronan pulled his hand back, his eyes dark and victorious. He held his glistening fingers to her lips, and Rissa, completely

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I threw my bag on the ground, falling to my bed as exhaustion filled me. Not just exhaustion from school…but the incoming one of having to speak with Caden about the project. He hadn't said a word since we were paired as partners, and I already knew he was going to make this harder than I imagined. I opened my book; the topic coming into view made my stomach twist a little. “Forbidden love in literature: Why Readers enjoy Impossible Love Stories. Shit. Of all topics, it just had to be this. I stared at the page for a long time, before opening my laptop, creating a blank document and began typing

Of course, I’m beyond lucky to be able to live in a place where the ocean is only a twentyminute drive away. It soothes me. I don’t know what I’d have done otherwise. Maybe I would’ve started taking up yoga. I heard that helps broken people like me. Why does love have to be so hard anyway? Isn’t it something that should be delightful? Moving on was not in my cards though. I tried. I really did. I had other options, but I declined every single boy. They weren’t like Logan. Some of my friends recommended dating apps, but there was too much irony in that.

"I said no, so no!" "Ah you, I've recovered," Dita said, pursing her lips. "Okay, but if your leg hurts tomorrow, let me know." "Yes, thank you." said Dita happily, unconsciously running and hugging Radya's body. She could hear Radya's heart beating fast as she hugged him. "What's wrong with your heart?" Dita teased. "You're far away," Radya quickly pushed Dita's body gently so that she no longer hugged him. For some reason, being in contact with Dita made his heart race faster, plus his blood rushed. Is that what is called LOVE? ***

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His dark hair was a mess from my hands, and his strong, tattooed back flexed with each thrust. "Alexander," I cried out, wanting him to look at me. I wanted to see him. I needed to see him. He finally looked up at me with his aqua-blue eyes filled with such love, such passion that I wanted to cry from the overjoyed feeling bursting at the seams inside of me. We held eye contact as he pushed his cock in deeper, biting his bottom lip. "Alexander........" i had so much to say to him, but at this moment, I could only think of one thing. "I love you."

Lexie dropped her trophy onto the soft sand, completely unbothered by the historic prize, and threw her arms violently around my neck. "Yes! Yes, a million times yes, Agatha!" she sobbed happily into my skin, pulling me down into a fierce, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute freedom, vindicated sacrifices, and a love that had rewritten every single script to survive. Beneath the canopy of the French stars, with the roaring ocean witnessing our truth, our chaotic journey had finally reached its perfect, eternal masterpiece. The loose ends were beautifully tied, the toxic scripts were burned to ashes, and our real-life fairytale was officially forever.