The Silence Within
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MatureComplete Mon, Dec 22, 202512h 23m
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ððªð°ððŠðµ ðð¢ð®ðªððµð°ð¯ ðŽðµðŠð±ð±ðŠð¥ ð°ð·ðŠð³ ð©ðŠð³ ðªð¥ðŠð¢ððŽ, ð®ð°ð³ð¢ððŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŠð®ð°ðµðªð°ð¯ðŽ ð§ð°ð³ ð°ð¯ðŠ ð®ð¢ð¯ ð£ð¶ðµ ðžð¢ðŽ ðªðµ ðžð°ð³ðµð© ðªðµ?
ðð°ðž ð§ð¢ð³ ðžð°ð¶ðð¥ ðºð°ð¶ ðšð° ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðžð©ð¢ðµ ðºð°ð¶ ðžð¢ð¯ðµ?
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Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. ⢠ᎠáŽáŽÊᎠáŽê° ᎠáŽáŽÉŽ ᎡÊᎠᎠáŽáŽê±ÉŽ'Ꭰê°áŽÊÊ ÉªÉŽ ÊáŽáŽ áŽ-ÊᎠáŽÊáŽÉªáŽê±, áŽáŽÉŽê±áŽáŽáŽê±, áŽÉŽáŽ ᎠáŽê±áŽÊáŽÊê±.![ð¹ððððð
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RUISHA: A Tale Of Dominance And Submission
"ððšðšð€ ðð°ðš ð¢ð§ ð ððð ððð«ð¢ðð¬" ððð§ ðð ð«ððð ðð¬ ðððð§ððð¥ðšð§ð á¯á¡£ð© R U D R A x D I S H A á¯á¡£ð© "I refused your penny-worth marriage proposal last night." Sarcasm drips from her voice as she glares at him, hands cuffed to bed. His mouth curves. "I remember that clearly but look at you now..." his voice trails off, his gaze flickering to her hairline with a gleam before going downward around her neck. "Tied to my bed, wearing my nuptial chain and sindoor like an obedient wife." She freeze for a second, struggling to put her thoughts together. Just last night she offered her mother's ashes to Ganga. Now she's married to the man who's not worth sharing a glance. "Mirror 's on the ceiling, Mrs Sehgal." He mocks. ~*~*~ (Note: This is not your typical lovey-dovey story. It's a dark storyline with slow burn romance and Taboo relationship. Keep your hating comments to yourself if you don't like it. )
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ðð ððšðð¬ & ððð¯ð¢ð¥ð¬ ððð«ð¢ðð¬ ððšðšð€ ð âð° ðððð ððð ðððð ððð ððððððð ððð ððððð ðððð ððð ðð ðððððð ððð, ððð ð° ðððð ððð ððð ððð ðððð ðð ððððððð ððð ð ððððððð ðððð ððððð ðð. ð°ð ðð ð ðððð ðððððð ð ðððð ðððð ðððð ððððð, ðððð ððððððð ððð ðð ð ðððð ðððð ðððð ððððð.â -ððð«ð¢ð€ ðð®ð€ð²ðð§ðšð¯ Love is not a word with one set definition. It can mean many things. Redefined every time someone new uses it, and sometimes in a more vile and lascivious way. Love was never on the table. Completely erased from his vocabulary after his mother died an unforgiving death. However, sometimes the feeling can emerge from even the darkest places in the world. Twisted and depraved. Behind the closed doors of a kidnapper's home. Or from the void that swirls in the chest of someone's missing heart. Even between the forbidden love of an angel and a demon. Love can come in all forms, in all contexts, and can form from even the smallest smidge of scorching hate. There is never light without darkness. There is never yin without yang. There are never days without nights. There is never love without hate. There is never life without death. Even villains and demons can fall in love with heroes and angels. His salvation comes from her, and her destruction comes from him. Like clockwork, they are a match made in the universe; polar opposites, but the attraction is never stronger.Complete
Hated Obsession
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ð©ððð#2 ð°ððð ðððððð آغازÛ-ع؎٠ððð ð¢ð§ð§ð¢ð§ð ðšð ððšð¯ð.... ð«ðððððð ð«ðððððð ð ðð ððð ðððððð ððð ðððð ðð ððð ðððð ðð ðð ðð ðððððððð ððð ðððððð ð ðð. ð¯ðð ðððð ðððð ðð ððððððð ðððððð ððð ðððððð ððð ððð ðððððð ðð ðððð- ðððð ðð ððððððððððð ððð ðððððð ðððððð ðð ððð ðð ðððð ðð ððððððððð. ðŸððð ðð ððð, ð¹ððððððððð ðððððð ððð- ðððððððð ððð ððð ðððð ðððð ðð ðððððð ððð ððððð ððððððð ðð ððð- ðð ðððð ðððð, ð¯ð ððð ððððððð ðððð ðð ððð ðððððð ðððððð. ð¯ðð ðððð ððð ððððððððððððððð ððððððð ðððð ððð ððððð ðððððð ðð ðððð ððð ððððððð ððð ðð ð ðððð ðð ðð ðððð ððð ðððð.....ðšðððððð ðððððð. ð³ðððððð ððð ðððð ððð ðððððð . -------- Started- 22 NovembeComplete
Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. ⢠ᎠáŽáŽÊᎠáŽê° ᎠáŽáŽÉŽ ᎡÊᎠᎠáŽáŽê±ÉŽ'Ꭰê°áŽÊÊ ÉªÉŽ ÊáŽáŽ áŽ-ÊᎠáŽÊáŽÉªáŽê±, áŽáŽÉŽê±áŽáŽáŽê±, áŽÉŽáŽ ᎠáŽê±áŽÊáŽÊê±.
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