SCENT OF LOVE

SCENT OF LOVE

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Friends to Lovers
Opposites Attract
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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⌇ 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ꒰𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏꒱ [coming in paperback soon!] ❝𝑶𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕❞ ──★𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫‧₊˚⊹ Heels, books and fashion are my interest This was supposed to be a small deal, he helps me and in return I help him. Nothing more, nothing less Then why are we slowly getting closer? ──★𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬‧₊˚⊹ Bikes, Adventure and Fashion are my interest But now it's her too I wasn't supposed to associate with her family and especially her. I offered to help her in return for something. But now I want her. •Note- this is a soft, closed door romance 🩷 ⭑.ᐟStarted - 2 Dec 2023 ⭑.ᐟEnded - 6 June 2024
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𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ^᪲᪲᪲ He's the chaos she's been taught to fear. The kind of man who doesn't ask-he takes. And yet, she doesn't run. Even when his stare turns her blood to fire. Even when his voice sounds like every forbidden dream she buried deep. She should be terrified. She should say no. But when his darkness leans in, all she does is whisper yes. She isn't his weakness. She's the war he's willing to burn for. __ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐲 ྀིྀི She wasn't made of glass. She was made of splinters. Of silence. Of memories buried so deep, even her reflection flinched. They called her gentle. Soft. But they didn't see the ghosts in her gaze. Didn't feel the tremble in her stillness. And me? I was born to destroy. A man stitched together by rage and shadows. I didn't believe in softness. Until her. Now I crave her like war. Not to tame her- but to burn the world that hurt her. To protect her with blood and blade and bone. She says she's not ready. That her past still breathes down her neck. But I don't need her perfect. I need her real. And if I have to tear the stars from the sky to see her light again- so be it. She's mine. And I'll drown this world before I let it touch her again.

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