"I'll going to have that attitude beaten right out of you, kitten," he seethes, pulling Amyra's body flush against his chest, "and then, you would be begging me for mercy," he whispers lowly.
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"Antony?" Amyra asks in a questioning tone...
It's almost comical that it's been almost 2 years since I updated this book --
OKAY, DON'T KILL ME, but-
I'm sorry. Didn't mean to do that.
is there anyone waiting for this story? It's been quite a while since I wrote anything prosaic except a few heartbreak poems here and there.
I guess that's what I've been wrapped up in — focusing on people who never seem to prioritize me enough. Like me enough.
For god's sake, I got stuck in two consecutive situationships, and like a dummy, I got invested both times, getting my heart shattered like it was made of the most fragile glass in the whole wide universe. I didn't know love was supposed to be this difficult. I didn't know that doing everything would be the wrong thing to do, which throws me into an almost never-ending curve.
There have been so many poems, that I might throw out here if you want them to, but if anyone is waiting for Afterglow, I'll continue this. I just might have a story in mind ;)
Love you guys so much. It's almost inexplicable seeing BIE at almost 100K views. Can't wait for that milestone <3
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