L2: Love Lies

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L2: Love Lies

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L2: Love Lies

Book by: Mila

Genre: Romance

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Book by: Mila

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Genre: Romance

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Summary

“I WILL KILL YOU!”
In response to the threats of violence he chuckled darkly, all ready to play, “Try me woman.”

Childhood left her with deep agonizing scars; crafting Arielle into tough and harsh like wild untamed creature when an occasion called for. And that occasion was Alexis Night, her first inevitable crush.

An arrogant famous green-eyed model and raven with silver gems-like eyes beauty; fate amused itself as it separated and connected those two once again, giving them a chance. Thrown into battle, called ‘marriage’, can those two forget their twisted past and learn how to love? Whose victory will it be whilst neither concede a defeat?

Summary

“I WILL KILL YOU!”
In response to the threats of violence he chuckled darkly, all ready to play, “Try me woman.”

Childhood left her with deep agonizing scars; crafting Arielle into tough and harsh like wild untamed creature when an occasion called for. And that occasion was Alexis Night, her first inevitable crush.

An arrogant famous green-eyed model and raven with silver gems-like eyes beauty; fate amused itself as it separated and connected those two once again, giving them a chance. Thrown into battle, called ‘marriage’, can those two forget their twisted past and learn how to love? Whose victory will it be whilst neither concede a defeat?

Author Chapter Note

“I WILL KILL YOU!”
In response to the threats of violence he chuckled darkly, all ready to play, “Try me woman.”

Childhood left her with deep agonizing scars; crafting Arielle into tough and harsh like wild untamed creature when an occasion called for. And that occasion was Alexis Night, her first inevitable crush.

An arrogant famous green-eyed model and raven with silver gems-like eyes beauty; fate amused itself as it separated and connected those two once again, giving them a chance. Thrown into battle, called ‘marriage’, can those two forget their twisted past and learn how to love? Whose victory will it be whilst neither concede a defeat?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 16, 2012

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Prologue:

Finding my pants and pulling them on, I shrugged into my white cotton shirt. Fresh and composed, dressed in exquisite clothing, I fixed the silk tie before snatching the raven-black velvet blazer by Tom Ford.

“Are you going to come soon, darlin’?” the woman wasn’t a least bit discomforted as her nude figure strode past my body swinging her hips towards the little bar at the corner of the room.

I half-snorted at those unnecessary sweet words I was being called with. They were useless, waste of breath.

“It is up to me,” I replied, my ears registered a sound of glass accidently clicking as it was carelessly bumped into a hard surface. Minutes later, her hand touched my back and she stepped before my eyes handing a drink.

“The need must be strong as you possess a powerful body to die for. Thick, hard sculptured muscle,” her bony finger flirty traveled on my chest without awakening the lust. “I bet, you won’t last a week without peeking into here.”

I did not reply as I found it meaningless to explain that she was in fact delirious with that opinion.

“Perhaps you already obtained a new toy?”

At that statement my lips turned into a cocky smirk, my eyes were glittering with the thrill of anticipation. “She will be mine,” I bluntly pointed out.

My concentration was brought back to the glass in my hand. I observed the liquid and bent down to take a sniff. It was a young wine swirling effortlessly in its container lacking in every field; a disaster and not the perfection I always went for.

“Disgusting,” I scrunched my nose in repulsion, “Give me something worth of my attention.”

She shrugged her shoulders and went to fulfill the order.

Later, she handed a glass of amber sparkling brandy.

I closed my eyes from sending the woman a deadly glare as my voice took a lower note in displeasure, “For God sake, where the hell are ice cubes? Is your head just for decoration?”

I was so furious, I discarded her expression of whatever it could be by striding out of the place.


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