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On a sunny hot afternoon, I am too tired and going back home from school until I walk up to me hardy banging Mandy ass, on a couch in the sitting room "oh I am sorry, I said before running out from the mansion Mandy was our school classmates, also known as the school bitch and bully. Hardy POV_______________ I keep tossing and unable to sleep again when her loud moaning keeps me awake I can hear all her moans, the way she moans and keep shouting my name makes me want to fuck her for real, it's making me feel horny

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

With nowhere to direct his rage, Dylan kicked the shelf in the corner over. He scanned the empty quarter as a sense of dread overtook him. “Sarah… “I hope she isn’t trying to do anything drastic…” Dylan smashed the window. The broken shards flew everywhere, cutting his arm. The sharp pang reminded him of Sarah’s scarred body. By the looks of the injuries, she must be hurting. He could not fathom the extent of Sarah’s suffering. She survived five years on a remote island, only to be reduced to a servant upon her return.

"Don't let your own muscles get troubled by this trash." "What?" The edges of my lips curl up into a sharp, mocking curve under Riven’s highly skeptical, confused gaze. My boots march straight to the side table, my hand picking up a heavy clay water pot. Without a single word, my fingers smash the clay against the pillar, and my palm snatches a razor-sharp piece of broken porcelain before my steps glide fast toward Mandy’s frame. Mandy was born into a highly affluent, pampered high-blood clan circle, so her soft life had never encountered such a savage, raw situation before. Her body takes three frantic steps back as her chest heaves. "W-What are your claws trying to do to my skin?"

A month ago, at the Blackrock pack's victory celebration for annexing the Silvermoon pack, Damian had been drunk out of his mind. He had kicked open my door, a wild beast out of control, pressing me into the bed, tearing at my clothes. That wasn't love. It was a declaration of ownership, a conquest. The next morning, he woke up with no memory of what had happened. The memory chilled me to the bone, and I wavered. But the promise of our Blood Moon mating—the only lifeline I could cling to before drowning—kept me afloat. I told myself it had been an accident. He was drunk, not himself, and I would forgive him.

She had let her rage blind her from thinking things over before executing anything, if only she had thought of the implication of the message she had sent, then she might have not started in the first place. She sighed deeply, burying her head deep into her knees, her long black her cascading down her knees at thesame time. And she wondered again, for the hundreth time, would things have been different if she hadn't had sex with Abubakar? Or if she hadn't married him after all that? Would things have been different if she'd left him earlier than she did? Maybe she wouldn't have been this broken had it been she'd done that earlier. Or had it been she'd listened to Sameerah. She was a bag of m

I replied as I made my way out of my room while buttoning my shirt. I managed to reach the coffee shop just in time to see a new manager at the place. She was nothing like Damon. Her name was Mira. When I met her, she was really nice to me and treated me like her little brother. She was in her 20's. All of my co-workers couldn't stop talking about how beautiful she was. I just stood in a corner and laughed at them when I saw their dejected faces. They were all head over heels for her, but as expected, she politely refused their initiatives to make up a conversation with her.

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

Tonight you're taking daddy's dick and falling asleep in my arms. Tonight you're pretending to love me… the way Mandy once did. He slammed into her harder, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the room as he recalled the sound of gunshot when he pulled the trigger on Mandy. The smell of soot and gunpowder. Empty look in her dead eyes. Forcing himself to stay in the moment, enjoying the pleasures of the young cunt wrapped around him, he reached around and rubbed Janet's clit roughly. A broken, defeated moan fell from her lips as her back arched for him and her eyes fell closed.