Uncontrollably Fond Story 소설 & 이야기

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.”

# Aaina's POV... As I opened the portfolio, I found an envelope above it. I'm desperate to know. There were diaries or journals of someone, which are looking expensive and elegant. I opened the letter first. I was curious to know what should be in. **** My dear Friend Vikrant

“But do you have anything to offer me?” “I see you have an interest in Alexey, how about I sell her to you?” “Sell her to me?” A stern contoured my face. “I know she's quite a stubborn one, she would rather go rogue than spend another day here.” “Sure, sell her to me, then.” Danes invited her over. “You're now his.” His cold voice broke her more, tears oozing from her eyes. “Never. I refused to be sold.” Her teary voice broke my heart, I wished I could make it stop. “I'm no longer yours to claim, I'm now a rogue wolf.” Pain clouded her voice.

Seymour begged her husband desperately to do something about it, yet, he seemed so relaxed with what my girl is doing. "In just a blink of an eye... It can make you forget everything. It makes peace. Isn't it awesome? You will feel pain at first, but... after that, you will feel like you are about to sleep. Sleep forever. And, I can make this thing do its job, right now, but---" Zavia uttered like a passionate storyteller and I noticed my mother is crying when she cut her off.

“Well, I was always told that talking about things helps someone get over things that hurt them, and I am pretty hurt right now.” “If that’s what you want, then I’m here to listen and also am an open book.” He places a hand on my lap before offering a reassuring smile. I intertwine my fingers with his, “Alright, then I guess I should tell you that whatever Colton told you about Matthew was right. He posted a picture of his new girlfriend, and it set me off.” “As one should upon learning some distressing news.”

A kingdom of power. That’s when I made the decision. He needed to know about my wolf. If she came out, wild and brutal, she could tear through everything in her path, including him. “I need to tell you something,” I said, gripping the reins tighter. He raised a brow, his attention sharpening like a blade. “My wolf... she’s uncontrollable. I’ve tried, but I can’t reach her. I’m afraid that when she comes out, if she comes out, she won’t spare anyone.”

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

A tube will be fine like sa sword Yeah, I’m obsessed with black and black veins. I sticked to my ability’s appearance too much. After writing down those notes, I walked towards Professor Tim and gave him my paper. “Vexyiana, isn’t it?” I nodded as a response, “You said you cannot control your ability? Why is that?” “Yes.. I did say that. Sabihin nalang po natin na unique ang ability na pino-posses ko. It was uncontrollable, that even I, its owner cannot take over.” I explained.

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.

Each entry held a piece of the story, a glimpse into the forbidden love affair that had haunted our family for generations. The journal chronicled the tale of two souls bound by love, torn apart by circumstances beyond their control. It spoke of their unyielding devotion, their sacrifices, and the insurmountable obstacles they faced in their pursuit of happiness. As the story unfolded, we realized that their love had not only defied societal norms but also ignited the fury of those who sought to keep their union hidden.