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It was over. The best part of love that started of so damn toxic was that after everything, even Poison had a place for beauty too. Jason was nothing but toxic but somehow, eradicated all of that poison to be turned in to the best kind of love. One that never died, one that never grew old and one that never lost hope, even in the darkest times. And so, their Beautiful Poison known as love, lived on. - The End.

Bone-chilling, dark, austral long nights will replace the whole sunny, bright mood in a blink of eye. I arise from my chair, totally prepared to see the unusual things that are surrounding the house that gives this negative feeling to me. That’s when I see the piece of paper on the kitchen counter that is pressed under the mug. It’s a letter. Brian, Last night was the happiest and also the saddest night of my life. Happiest because the man I fell in love with confessed his feelings to me, and I felt like the luckiest woman on the planet. Worst because the man who said to love me doesn’t have faith in me at all. He judges everything in his life with his past shadows, including me, and that ma

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

Through everything that has happened, I realized this pin also epitomizes pain and burning rage. I gripped tightly to it as I slipped it smoothly, knotting my hair into a perfect twist. Amadeo watched me intently as I did that. I know what he is thinking and I can not blame him. However, I can see that the doubt in his eyes slowly faded the moment he saw how determined and unswerving my fire was. “Love is a twisted curse, as it is a gift. It will betray you in the time you are least expecting.” “You of all people should already know that. I am just simply reminding.”

But everything was so different now. “I don't want to work on it and I don't need your love, Rob”, I replied tersely. Hiding my true feelings made me want to cry. “You do”, Rob said shortly. His voice croaked and I wondered what it was. Love? Pain? Tears? I tried to push him away but he instead held my wrist and trapped my hands to his chest. He had thick biceps and a broad chest and as I felt it over the cotton shirt he was wearing, I was reminded of all the things that had attracted me to him in the first place.

"You don't have to tell me that twice" I grinned. I trust my girl, completely. "I love you, Sophie"I breathed pulling her into my arms. "I love you,more" Rich guys don't get to have everything. Damien O'Connell had just messed with the wrong guy. Sophia's mine. I have been the only man who has ever been inside of her. I fucking popped her Cherry. She loves me....just me. Nothing's gonna change that.

Their sweat slicked skin, moans filled the car, windows fogged until the outside world disappeared completely. Tales writhed beneath him, gasping his name like a prayer, like a curse, like a plea. “I love you,” Raja murmured into his mouth. “I love you too,” Tales answered, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes again—but this time from overwhelming bliss, from finally being seen, held, wanted. And when they came, they came together—shuddering, tangled, utterly undone. Silence settled after, heavy and warm. Raja remained above him, foreheads pressed, hearts racing in sync.

My hand instinctively flew to the wound, pressing against it as if I could somehow erase what had just happened. Zane stumbled back, not from the physical push—he was far too strong for that—but from the force of my words, my rejection. His eyes, cold and dark, seemed to pierce through me, as if trying to burrow into my soul. There was no love in them, only that twisted obsession that I had come to recognize. “I love you, Jaselyn,” he whispered, his voice tinged with something that might have been sincerity if it weren’t so perverse. But the way he said it made my skin crawl, as though love could ever be something so corrupt.

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Good fucking sight. "Please leave." She keeps her gaze on my hand. "See? Love's not this weak, your love would fight through all these feelings you're feeling right now but you give in to me every time and you feel good while doing it." I tell her, she shifts her eyes to me. "I love Tristan." She says again, more to herself though cause I'm calling bullshit. "Sure you do." I slowly retrieve my hand from her thighs, the movement making my blood rush to my dick.