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JUST FOLLOW OUR WORDS AND YOUR WORLD WILL BE AS PERFECT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE. Now both of them are telling me. Pushing me for one thing to have the thing that I could only have if I will only listen to them. As it is the only path of my reality. “I give up, as you can have everything in exchange for what I desire the most.”

Emma was thinking of what would happen when Maxwell finds out she left the house. No! this won't be good. she thought. Before she could raise her ass from the seat"let's have a drink"Joana handed a glass of red wine to her. "let's see how you would escape me this time" she whispered glaring at Emma like her enemy. Just like a predictor and its prey. Maxwell is going to be mine, from this moment on, she thought with a smile. She can't wait to be in his arms. What would it be like to be beside him. She started dreaming without sleeping."what is that smile on your face?"Becca glared at her from the corner of her eye. Joana was in a dream world thinking of Maxwell and how they would sleep on the

A YEAR AND SIX MONTHS. He'd fantasized about this moment for a year and six months. This moment –supposed to be surreal– when he gets reunited with her. He'd spent nights making out the questions he'd ask, the thousand 'i missed you' he'd say, but they wouldn't be enough. He'd fantasized it all, but now it seems to be happening, he found himself weak in the knees. Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions.

A reality. ______________________________________

"I don't want to conclude a relation with you if you are only physically there with me, but it focused your thoughts and feelings on someone else. You know what that even in your sleep, you were repeating Harsh's name. Riya, I wanted to claim you as my own at any cost, not only your body but also your heart and soul. As though you were in Shimla with me. You were entirely mine, but seeing you last night; you were not that Riya, but someone else." "I'm sorry. But I merely came to you to finish my deal. And nowhere in that agreement did it state that I would have to be mentally present with you." "Yes, I understand." "So why are you making fun of me?" I'm sure he's disappointed that he wasn't

Total baldadash. That was what he thought of when he got home. He took out his phone to dial her number but he couldn't do it. What would he say to her? He would see her at the office the following day,anyway. He tried yo dismiss the thoughts of her in his head but they wouldn't budge. He collapsed on his bed and tried to sleep but the image of her keep appearing whenever he closes his eyes,so he opened them wide gazing up at the ceiling.

Without any dreams, good or bad ones. /

"Why has it been so hard for you, huh? I am literally doing everything I can because I fucking want you, but I feel like I am being played with. So why is it hard on your own end?" "Because I feel the same way!" He snapped, hissing through gritted teeth. "You have no inking, no fucking idea how attracted I am to you. Every waking moment of the day, it's you I think of. While I work, it's you that fills up my mind and before I go to bed, I think of you! You plague my fucking dreams, Darla. Do you know how insane you fucking drive me? Of course, you don't. You really don't, do you?"

I pull at his hair softly and he lifts his head to find my face. "What?" I ask, my voice carrying a laugh when I find him giving me a thoughtful stare. "Marry me," he says. "Be my wife...for real." I throw my head back, chuckling at his words. "I am your real wife, Xaveir Everest." "No, that's not what I meant." He pulls his cock out of me and zips himself up with one hand, the other still around my waist. When he is done, he puts his hands flat on the desk, keeping me in between. "I want to marry you for real this time. No stupid deals, no hate, no bad feelings. It'll be just you and me. I want you to have the wedding of your dreams."

Shit Witch, I don’t care that she has a real name to me she will always be Shit Witch, dumped me here without anything. Though if this is my mind, why can’t I manifest things? I mean, all things are possible if you believe. And I’m in my mind, the Shit Witch is just imposing her magic on it to keep me here. So by all rights, I can make things change to suit my wants, needs, and desires.