dedicated to phamous
I am so happy that there are people who actually read and voted this book!473 reads!I know it is a small number for big time writers but for a rookie writer like me it means a lot.It inspires me so much that wonderful ideas and words endlessly flows even when I am sleeping!I owe you guys big time!
All of you are giving me an adrenaline rush seeing all the votes and that the number is increasing.You never know how excited and happy I am and I can't thank you enough for that.
It was only three days ago that I wished that someone will see the beauty of my stories and I got my wish.
Thank you!
A favor pls?Please please please share this story and I need to hear from you guys.I wanted to know all of you who's diligently reading each chapter and tolerating all the errors.Even a simple hello or a one sentence comment will be greatly appreciated.Happy Valentines to everyone!Love you all!
**sheharzaad,the storyteller**
She felt like she is a villain...a rotten to the core villain.Villain of her own happiness and of their happiness.A villain of his own twisted world.
She was A victim.
She was THE victim and not HIM...but why does she felt bad?
She felt the bitter tears trekking down to her face.
She felt the broken wings of the angel inside her.
She felt the blood of a wicked witch running in her veins.
Who is she now?
A fallen angel.
A wicked witch.
A wicked witch trapped inside
the face and body of a beautiful princess.
All she wanted is for him to regret all his diabolical acts and ask for her forgiveness.He took everything she had and he can never bring back her family,her dignity and her peace of mind.
If he can only feel what she felt.
She felt like a beggar.
A beggar who keeps on hoping and praying for people's sympathy mercy to give her few coins.
A beggar who admiringly look at people with fabulous clothes and flashy cars and fat wallet.
A beggar who sleeps in the cold,unforgiving concrete pavement.
A beggar who walked aimlessly looking for a piece of fried chicken in a trash bin of a fastfood restaurant nearby.
A beggar who smells of body odor,bad breath and unwashed feet.
A beggar covered with dirt,soil and grease.
A beggar who is being neglected,forgotten and forsaken.
She felt like a whore.
A whore who mastered the art of perfect moaning and arching her body.
A whore who mastered the art of pretension and acting but deep inside she wanted to puke
and cry.
She felt like a battered wife.
A battered wife who cried like there's no tomorrow seeing her bruises and black spots on her eyes and body.
A battered wife who wanted to run away but she is extremely terrified.
A battered wife who blames herself for his husband's temper.
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Taming the Brute
RomanceWhat would happen when a tormented,beautiful lady wakes up in the arms of a dashing billionaire she's been wanting to destroy?Things get exciting when he fell for her the very moment she opened her eyes and she decided to tame the beast inside of hi...
