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When Stella married Ebert, everyone said she, as a graduate of a prestigious university, must be crazy to agree to marry a construction worker, who had nothing but his good looks. Later on, Ebert turned a business tycoon, and everyone said she was very wise to marry this man. Stella however, only wished to divorce him, despite the fact that Ebert wouldn’t possibly give consent to it.
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He sent someone to tie her up in front of him, pinched her chin, and looked at her coldly, "Woman, if you have the courage to do something wrong, you must have the courage to bear the consequences!" "..." After a long, long time, she was hurt and tired, and decided to let go, "Fu Yuchen, I don't love you anymore." But he was uncharacteristically holding her waist tightly, and whispering in her ear, "Lan'er, you started the game, but the right to say 'over' is mine." As long as he is not tired of her, she will never escape in this life, the next life, or the next life.
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He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat o
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His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation."Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips.His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder.KillerCommanderBeastHe was the commander of Gladiators.Azarios, the Gladiator of
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The bright blue sky, the gentle breeze, the wonderful twitting of birds, light shining into my eyes.Just another morning from dreaming about the Prince my mom had always told me about. His blonde hair, his dazzling eyes just like a shining mirage. His masculine hands firmly holding his father's sword, as his lips called for me. But sometimes, i dream about someone else. Someone entirely different. He looks more handsome and alot more dreamy.