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Melissa gives me that idiotic smirk I hated so much, and I look away from her and look at Zach. Zach looks like he wants to say something, and I put my hand up to signal him to keep quiet and say, "You don't have to explain anything. I don't care anymore." With that, I run as fast as I can from the scene, feeling every pain in my heart. I'm somewhere outside my school far away, when I feel my phone vibrating and see that Zach is calling me. I power off my phone and put my phone back in my pocket. I walk around to clear my mind, but every step feels heavy as I remember what happened right there. Suddenly, there's a thunderstorm around me, and raindrops fall on me, but I couldn't care less abo

mushkil ho gaya khud ko kaise How did it become difficult for me pahachaanuu main pahachaanuun to recognize myself, to recognize myself din kaTta hai kaTte na raatiya I endure the daytime; the nights are endured kis se kahuun main ye saarii baatiyan To whom can I tell all these things? guDiyaa Doll man men tarangen uTHne lagii hain Waves have begun to roll through my mind yeh kaisii yeh kaisii

"Mr. Vitale, there's no need for that. Vanessa hasn't done anything unforgivable. She's just a child." Then Lawrence turned to me. "Vanessa's told me before—she was afraid of being replaced by you. After all, she lost her parents' love at a very young age. She's just a poor, helpless little thing. We should show her more tolerance and love." I closed my eyes again, too weak to fight the pain. When I needed compassion most, no one saw it—not even my fiancé. Perhaps I was never loved at all. Then another wave of blinding pain crashed through my skull. My vision blurred, the world spinning violently around me. My limbs turned leaden. I realized my old illness, the one that hadn’t flared up in a

Between duty and desire, between destiny and defiance, I was trapped in a game I didn’t fully understand. And with the full moon rising closer with every passing hour, I knew that everything was about to change.

"I… I could… everything…" Lucifer leaned in closer, foreheads together, and his hold on Allistair firm without budging, possessive. "Yes, I know Amor Meus, you could. But not like this. You are alive. Alive, and I am here. And I will hold you… through all of it. Through every pulse, every drop of blood, every scream." The book pulsed violently, responding to both of them, shadows flickering across its pages, whispering destruction. But Lucifer did not falter. He let Allistair tremble against him, allowed the chaos to bleed through, but anchored him with a devotion so complete it bordered on obsession.

I was completely addicted to Amelia, and I needed my fix close by. I was having the most wonderful dream. Amelia was in bed with me. I kissed her deeply, balancing my weight on my forearms to avoid crushing the small, naked body underneath me. She opened her mouth to me, matching my hunger with her own. It was just like on the sofa earlier. She tasted the same, smelled the same, it all felt so real, but my tired mind told me to stop overthinking everything and just enjoy this gift of a dream.

Out of time. She trembles. She almost cries with pleasure. And I lose myself in her. When she screams my name, it's no longer a call. It's an end of the world. I am no longer a man. I am the weapon. I am the fire. And she… she offers me her last resistance so that I burn her. And I do. Until nothing remains but us. Naked. Breathless. Destroyed. And more alive than ever. ---

God, I should get some award for self-control. ********************************* When the world drowns in darkness That’s when we both burn bright. Lying beside you, Letting your hands mapping every inch of my body, I am in pursuit of paradise. Do you feel my love in you? Setting your body on fire, I will melt in it like a candle. You are my night novel. When I am done with reading you, You are gonna come like a meteor shower. I wanna run my tongue where you can’t Making you beg,

The days that followed the burning of her book were a desolate landscape for Amara. She moved through the lavish rooms like a ghost, her spirit heavy with the weight of her captivity and the crushing revelations from her mother’s journal. The dry toast and bitter coffee became her constant companions, a physical manifestation of Dante’s psychological warfare. He was systematically dismantling her, chipping away at her identity, seeking to sculpt her into something new, something that would fit his twisted narrative of revenge and redemption.

"Sure." I finally went inside the toilet. I saw myself in the mirror, my face was flustered red. What caused this? Was it because of that man? Or in my current situation? Where's your feeling of annoyance Athena? Did it suddenly fold? I splashed a water in my reflection. “I will never fall for him!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)