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Francesca whispered in her sweet yet yearning voice, “I can’t hold out any longer. I want to be with you, to feel you are close to me. I want you in me. " At that moment, all barriers fell. I felt that there was nothing else in the world but the two of us. We stripped away everything that kept us tied to the outside world and let only passion guide us. Our bodies danced on a frenzied music, and every touch, every moan, seemed to say what words could not. “Oh God, it hurts... your hands,” I murmured, feeling her lips explore every pore of my skin. “But it’s such a nice pain.”

It turned out to be our wedding photo. I caused it to drop and scatter on the night David and I had left. Ayla was smiling in the photo, but the crack was right at the corner of her mouth, and it looked like an ugly scar. "I'll wait for you to come back and plead with me in tears." I sneered at the photo. However, a voice inside my head was wondering what I would do if she did not come back. I stamped on the thought as soon as it popped up. That was impossible. What could Ayla do without me? She loved David, and she…

“This prison is home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. Blackridge is a fire meant to purge them of their iniquities… or burn them in it.” “You speak in riddles,” I reply, uninterested. “Mavic City’s penal system sends me the worst of the worst. But the man you’ve provoked… even I wouldn’t have dared him, with all my prejudice against gay people. Let’s just say the life imprisonment on your head might be a lot shorter than you think.” The moment he says gay people, something inside me stirs. I want to lunge at him. Damn. I am gay too. But I need to understand my allies and enemies before making any move.

A pull that makes it hard to fucking breathe sometimes. Every second I picture how she will feel under me. How her breath will sound when my lips touch her neck. How her fingers will claw my back when she cannot take more. How she will scream my name when I finally break whatever walls she hides behind. The thought alone makes my pulse heavier, slower, darker. I have never felt this with any woman. Not even close. Lisa walked into my life carrying chaos dressed as calm. Fire disguised as innocence. She makes me lose control in a way nothing else ever has.

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

My mind is spacing out and it feels like it is in another world of nowhere. I can hear some beats from the music I am listening but I can not figure out what is the song. I can feel that my eyes are slowly closing. I am trying ny best not to fall asleep but it looks like my eyes already decided that they are going to sleep and shut. I feel myself travelling in the world of peace. - Miss Fatima's POV "Hello? PO2 Lopez?" I said after I answer his call.

I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you’ll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don’t want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills i

The red-eyed figure screamed, launching toward them— But Alika turned, lifted her hand. The mark on her brow exploded with golden light. The same light that once consumed the other brides. But this time, it wasn’t death. This time—it was defiance. ** And in the old church, The Black Record caught fire on its own. On the last page, the name shifted. Alika Thorne → Alika Morgan. And beneath it: "She chose again. The Night will fight back.”

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.