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He suddenly leans forward, glaring into my eyes. In his eyes, I see an emotion that sends instant panic through me; hatred. Oh God he hates me. “You disgust me.” My heart squeezes as he steps away from me and storms off. It's like a thousand weights are stomping on my chest with every step he takes away from me. When the front door bangs shut, I sink onto the floor as tearful sobs rack through my body. I've lost him. Oh God, I've lost him.

"What have you done to Freya Ace? He muttered, and went back to his room. *** Spooky was heading back to her room after having sex with a male mobster, when she saw Tornado coming her way, she smiled and quickly approach him. "Hi Tornado" She said smiling. Tornado looks at her with a frown. "What?" He asked. "I made some chips earlier because chips are your favorite, should I give you some chips? Spooky asked still smiling. "Not interested and don't talk to me ever again" Tornado warned her with a hateful look on his face, and he intentionally bumped shoulders with her while leaving.

BOOK 3: Chapter 51: Undone by Pleasure She can’t hold it back any longer. Her entire body is trembling, flushed and feverish, as her mind begins to spiral into complete overdrive. She grinds her teeth together, eyes fluttering, vision blurred, the world spinning in dizzying circles around her. Every nerve in her body is on fire. It’s all too much—too fierce, too intense, too overwhelmingly exquisite to bear.

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How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

--- End of Chapter 13 – Echoes of the Heart Next: Arc II, Chapter 14 – “The Heartlands.” The journey south becomes a trek through memory itself: the land replays fragments of past lives, forcing Mira and Adrian to face echoes of the people they used to be—and the secret of who the curse first loved.

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

She had never accepted to be controlled her entire life, and this old fool wasn't an exception. Boris held her cheeks and slowly raised her face so that they stared straight into each other's gazes. Compared to Boris's dark eyes, Camille had a set of beautiful hazel eyes, her alluring eyes could make any man crazy, Boris wasn't an exception. He moved forward at once and captured Camille's lips which caught her off guard. She tried to break free, hitting him hard on the chest, but he had only let go after bitting her lips. Disgusted, Camille wiped off the metallic taste in her mouth with her cloth as she stared daggers at him. Boris smiled at her triumphantly. He tried to hold her cheek yet a

I felt my heart getting an extreme pain tears rolling down from my cheeks. ........................................................ Upcoming chapters will reveal Justin's past. Excited?

Instead, I did the opposite—I slapped at his hand to make the pill fly away. "Meg..." I took a deep breath. Now it would come, Chase's true nature. He would hit me or hurt me in some other kind of way. My heart pounded unhappily as I looked into his face with frightened eyes. His eyes widened slightly, and I held my breath, expecting the punch to come in faster than lightning. But Chase didn't hit me. No. He stood up, and I shrank back into the pillows behind me. My body hurt from moving, but that didn't stop me from shaking. I kept my eyes on Chase, confused as to why he was fishing in his pocket.