When Calls The Heart Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If anyone tries to enter this room, they will think I'm asleep or at least catch the drill- I don't want to face anyone now. The stupidest thing is that my mind refuses to align with my heart. While my mind keeps drawing scenarios and possibilities of disaster, my heart calls for Zeno and wishes to give up on everything to make him happy. I close my eyes and let out a frustrated breath. I guess this is it; he brought me to the highs, and now, it's up to him if he lets me fall or tries to let me down as slowly as possible.

Khan likes me, I can use that as an advantage. 📲 Don't let him come any closer to you, you are forever mine 📲 I could hear his jealous voice and that made me wet and aroused. 📱And you are mine for life hotshot. 📱 I told him licking my lips. 📲 I already know that beautiful. I got to go, I will talk to you tomorrow morning before I head to work, okay 📲 📱 Okay, good night hotshot 📱 📲 Good night beautiful 📲

She had been whispering sweet nothings to me while making promises to other men. To her, Francis was merely the biggest fish in her sea. As Francis flipped through the pages, his face turned pale. Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes filled with hatred. "Yvonne Singer, you lying bitch! I'll kill her!" he screamed, lunging toward the door. I said nonchalantly, "Too late. She can barely protect herself now. She has no time to deal with your feelings." Then, I turned my gaze to Zoey. Her body stiffened instantly as she stared at me in terror.

In a heartbeat, his figure had disappeared into the night, leaving me standing alone beneath the dim campus lights. I stared at the direction he had gone, wrapping my arms around myself to stop the trembling. The chill that ran through me wasn’t from the night air, it was from the sudden emptiness left behind. I knew then that whatever happened after tonight, the line between love and forbidden desire had already blurred. And I, Seraphina Bloodfang, was far too deep to ever turn back.

Long fingers, pale, elegant, with calluses from turning pages, not scrolling X. My eyes dart down. Oh. My. God. There’s a bulge in my pants. Not, like, a subtle one either. I’m packing, and it’s not a metaphor. “No way,” I whisper, my voice low, smooth, and definitely not mine. It’s like velvet wrapped in frost, Cillian Veyne’s voice. I’m in his body. I’m in Thorns of Desire. My fangirl heart does a backflip, but my brain’s screaming, What the actual fuck?!

He smirked and ran his hand through his hair, “Is that a bet?” “Sure. It’s a bet.” “And what’s in it for me?” he asked, What do you want?” “Well…” he took a step closer to me and I took a step back. My face suddenly heated up as my heart chaotically pounded in my chest. Control yourself, Jenna. Your heart can’t beat for three guys at the same time. For every step he took forward, I took one back until I finally hit the wall, feeling the coldness against my back.

I felt my heart beating weirdly again and I think I have something wrong with my heart. "Let's go, Victon" I said, not wanting to get close to her , but Victon didn't move a bit. His eyes stuck at Calla who is currently playing her guitar and taking notes "Victon" "So your name is Victon huh? You're a really good boy not like your owner who is a dog" Call patted Victon's head making him wiggling his tail more. She gave him a bread and I can't help but trying to hold my anger up.

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