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I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

I silenced it and focused on the warm, firm feel of his hand against my skin. Finally arriving at the school gate, I turned to face him. "Thanks for... everything," I said softly. He smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Anytime, mi chica." My heart skipped a beat; I froze in place upon hearing those words. "Mi chica? What does that mean?" With another wink and restarting the engine, he said, "You can look up the meaning '.That’ll be your new nickname." And then he sped off, leaving me standing at the school gate alone, with a thousand butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach.

“So are you.” Finally, he asked, “What’s your name?” I hesitated, then told him. “Clara” He repeated it slowly, like a promise. Then added, “I’m Dean.” I smiled. “I thought your name might be Trouble.” He chuckled. “So… what now?” I asked. He looked at me like he already knew the answer. “You come back tonight.”

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Mom called out my name from downstairs and I froze, my eyes widening as I quickly hid the dildo under my pillow. I fixed my skirt and opened the door just in time to see Mom standing in front of my room. We looked so alike that we could be mistaken for sisters. But she was more curvy than I was while I was more on the lean side. “I'm heading to work. Don't forget to make breakfast for Nick before he heads out. I might be back late today, love you!” She said, kissing my forehead gently and I smiled at her as she rushed out of the house.

"Oh, I know exactly who you are, Lena ross. The nosy reporter who's been poking around my operations. You slipped past my guards like you owned the place. Impressive. Stupid, but impressive." I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. How did he know my name? I had been careful, using aliases, staying in the shadows. But here I was, captured, exposed. My legs were free, but the chair was bolted to the floor, and the door was guarded by two burly men outside. Escape seemed impossible. "This is kidnapping. You'll go down for it."

No, no need to read the first one to understand this one, but probably some details will make sense if read in order. The other story - I am not sure if I will publish it here, but it can be found on another app - free - I.N.K.I.T.T - A pack of Rain and Pain. This story should change the name to - A Pack of Ashes and Hope - but on this app will maintain the same name. I am sorry for the delays, but the story will be completed. Have a great time everyone

The girls’ decisions to tie a knot with someone solely depends on how much does the families like each other, what is the earnings of the prospective grooms and bride, and in some of the fortunate cases the opinions of the would-be bride and groom. This story is of two characters whose solder was just a destiny call. Anjana, a girl of middle-class working family whose ambitions is to fly high in the sky with her wings spread wide, while Amreet is a guy of a struggling family whose childhood has passed completely different from other kids and whose bachelorette has driven him to struggle vigorously to earn livelihood.

Darkness settled in my eyes, I blinked shut, and the world slipped away. ____ To Read this mafia story, The name is *Mafia And the Golden Girl* I am sure you will love it. Thank you.

He raised his head, and I saw his Adam's apple move—was he trying not to cry? "That's a beautiful name," I said. "Yeah, and she was beautiful too," he replied and let out a sad chuckle. "What happened to her?" I asked. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before beginning. "It was her sixteenth birthday. My parents were too busy to take her out, and they didn’t want her to go out alone because, you know, my dad was the Mafia boss then. Every Mafia member’s dream is to become the Mafia boss, and so, my parents were scared that someone might get her."