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guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe

There was an unmistakable glint of something dark and predatory in his eyes that made my breath catch. "Trying to escape, are you?" his lips stretched into a grin that sent a shiver of trepidation down my spine. "You're trapped now, baby girl, and there's no way out. So you might as well just give up any foolish hopes of getting away from me." "P-please, Karl," I stammered, holding up my hands in a placating gesture even though I had absolutely no clue what I'd done wrong. "You know I didn't mean to...whatever it is I did. Just tell me what's going on!"

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It's really not easy to forget my first time. First time to be kidnapped. First time to be molested. First time to kiss. First time having sex. First time to get shot. First time to fell in love... Why it has to be him? Why it has to be Dimitri? I promised myself that I would never fall in love with someone like him. It's all because he gave me a book to read. He gives me a hint to follow what's written inside the story. He made me fall into his trap.

said Othniel in a low voice as he looked sharply at Caroline. "I don't care! I want us to get a divorce," Caroline shouted. Caroline intended to leave, but the door was automatically locked. "Open the door!" she said angrily. "I know I was wrong, honey. But I was set up! So it's not my fault," said Othniel as he walked closer to Caroline. "Still you're disgusting! Your body has been touched by another woman," Caroline replied. "You're really not afraid of my threats anymore? How about your best friend in Italy?" asked Othniel.

As I cum I continue saying, "You are mine now, Carrie. I love you too and claim you from this night forward as mine. You, Caroline Ann O'Shea, will be my newest lover, and I will take care of you emotionally and sexually from now on." After our statements of love and our orgasms drain away, I move to her side and pull her to my side. I lay on my back, my arm around her narrow shoulders, showing her all the love I have, kissing the top of her head as she lays it on my chest. Idly, I stroked her hair and finger-combed it from her face. When she looks up at me again, I return to kissing her with the utmost gentleness. She returns my kiss with the love she has held from the moment of her betraya

"Are you sure you can get out of this trap, Arka? The trap you created for yourself long ago." The sentence haunted Arka's mind every time he looked at the woman who was now sitting gracefully on his lap. Amidst the glimmer of crystal lamps and the sheen of a gold dress, his ex-wife, Kania, looked like a queen who had just reclaimed her throne. Arka knew they were no longer bound by a sacred vow. Their divorce was final, signed on stamped paper years ago. Yet, in this private room, with the aroma of whiskey and Kania's challenging gaze, Arka once again became the helpless, foolish man.

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I entered and closed the door behind me. "Growing up, I always imagined my marriage as a perfect match with my Prince charming and living happily ever after full of passion and conquering thoughts. I wanted my partner gentle, kind and affectionate enough for us to have children of our own after years of crazy riot sex and love making. The day I signed that contract I threw that dream to the bin and allowed a mortifying story to happen instead. What is love for you? A simple pretty word? Used to fill women thoughts with dreams and manipulate their minds? Another way of trapping me to a death end and multiplying my pain making my sacrifice useless? Or a means to get attention from a pussy you'

The vessel must accept it completely—and silence it from within. --- --- Yvette returned to the Orchard, seeking the one place Elias had never entered. There, under the trees, she buried a mirror shard. And wept. For Tristan. For her mother. For herself. For all the girls who had never been born free. --- Two days later, a letter arrived. No name. No stamp. Only one word scrawled on the front: “TRAITOR.” Inside: a photo. Cara. Bound. Gagged. Her eyes rolled back.