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_______________ ~TROPES♾️~ - Lies - Death - Deception - Forced Marriage - Betrayal - Blood - Gunshots - Books - Love - Revenge - Rivalry…etc♾️. PROLOGUE ♾️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NAOMI ALESSANDRO CINDY is a 25yrs old writer,not just any writer,a famous writer known across America and outside america. She is a fair pretty lady,with the body of a goddss and long blonde hair. She is extremely beautiful and had a thing for tattoos.

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I’m Tara, I’m way out of his league. Once I got out of the car, I head to my apartment, walking out of the elevator, I came across a horrifying image of Maria and Kyle; their bodies were pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as their lips pressed together. I don’t know if it’s just me or does Maria waits for my arrival outside her door, and damn it! How did she even arrive before me? And worse of it is that, did they have to do that in public, what’s the use of them leaving together if they can’t fuck themselves inside the apartment. I’m pretty sure that bitch just wants to get back at me for yesterday. I might say I’m over Kyle but that’s a deep lie, Kyle is the firs

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

We composed ourselves after deliberately talking about the consequences of all this.We knew we accepted the deal more to explore than the blackmail.We agreed and confide ourself always like a team.The fear is still there especially that I know how submissive my wife can be.And Amellia being a captain has a dominant personality.

Didn't expect the update so early but here i am with new update as i personally loving this story Inline comments are love and do vote , response was very low on prologue , i don't know why you people can't able to vote and do comment , if still you are facing this problem then let me know

, sat down on a chair and told the love story of the two of them. “The story begins with Luna Brillante's eccentric mother and father. Luna Brillante's father and mother were almost forty years old when they just gave birth to Luna Brillante, they love their children is understandable, but normal people can't explain their behavior. When their son was two years old, they wanted the best for him. One day, they saw a beautiful woman giving birth in a cave, they pretended to help her, when she gave birth to a cute baby girl, they took that child away” "Really?" “Yes, they do strange things, causing hatred to many people, when Luna Brillante was nine years old, they did not escape punishment, th

Emma’s POV “Here we go,” Liam said exasperatedly as he plastered a fake smile on his face. “Just smile. I’ll do all the talking,” he whispered in my ear. “Okay,” I said, nodding my head and looking up at him thankfully. Truth is, I’ve always been a very shy person, especially when all attention is on me at once. If I had to speak right now, I had no idea what I would say. Aside from that, Liam and I never really talked about our ‘origin story’. I know he wouldn’t just want people to think we got engaged out of the blue, he’d want us to have a background story as to how we got engaged and we hadn’t sat down to discuss what that story would be yet, so I was quite thankful he was willing to spe

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.