Sabelle
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I live and breathe words. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading my words, what i wrote, how i was lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way i saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way i thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. It was groundbreaking, yet modest.“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect
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- Author: Sabelle
- Status: Completed
- Age Rating: 18+
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After five years of leaving Seattle and her normal life with her ex-lover. She comes back with her child, but not as the Kathleen anyone knew before, but as a good businesswoman. And going to a dinner party and accidentally meeting her ex-lover, her love for him re-kindled and she seem to go on another romantic session with him. But would they be together after his ex- girlfriend came back to cause more trouble for them?. ........... Copyright statement: Copyright © 2022 by Authoress Bella. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanic methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain noncommercial uses permitted by law. All the characters of this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
more- Author: Sabelle
- Status: Completed
- Age Rating: 18+
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- ⭐ 7.5
Warning- Mature Audiences only!. -Strong sexual content. -® rated language. © Original work. Description: "Get up!." He commanded. His voice was stern and his cold blue eyes pierced into my skin. I didn't look fazed by his intimidating demeanor. "You muckerfucker blood-sucking demon." I cussed, biting down my lower lip to hinder myself from not raining more curses at him. He smirked. He glided across the room until he stood in front of me, I looked right into his eyes as he lowered down to my level. His hand gripped my chin up, his blue eyes looking deep into mine. "You won't end well if you continue to speak to me like that," I smirked. "I am not afraid of you!" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "And you're afraid of death, I am death." My jaw dropped. He knows where to get me. He let go of me seeing my frightened look and looking satisfied. "But you didn't have to kill that girl for my sake. She did nothing." "Someone's going to cover up for you." He turned around and went to sit on my bed. "But I didn't kill him. There was nothing to cover up for." "Oh, dear." He said and lit his joint up. "He died." I froze. I killed someone too. I've stained my hands with blood. "Don't look too surprised and all that stunned. That's one thing you'll learn how to do and face. You've got to learn how to kill." *** Vanora Campbell's mom died leaving her with her uncaring father, she blamed her father for killing her mother and lived so carelessly thereafter. Her life turned upside down when her dad sold her to the Italian mafia boss, Zavi Covillie.
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