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You still need a Motherβs Day gift when you hear about L
βπ ππππ£πππ π₯π ππ π’π¦πππ₯ π€π ππ π₯ππππ π¨π π¦ππ ππ¦π£π₯ ππβππ π¨ π ππ πβπ₯ πππ π¨ ππ π¨ π₯π ππ πππͺπ₯ππππ πππ€π.β
Λββ§β© Λββ§κ°α Κΰ½²α΅ΒΊΜ£Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯Να΅ΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§βΛ β©β§βΛ
Miro Kieran Bennett has
"ππ π¦'π£π ππ¦π€π₯ π‘ππππ. πΈ πππππ€π€ππ£πͺ ππ§ππ. βπ π₯ππππ ππ π£π"
Λββ§β© Λββ§κ°α Κΰ½²α΅ΒΊΜ£Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯Να΅ΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§βΛ β©β§βΛ
He has everything money can buy.
Power. Inf
"βππππ€π, ππ¦π€π₯ π‘ππππ€π ππ π'π₯ πππ."
Λββ§β© Λββ§κ°α Κΰ½²α΅ΒΊΜ£Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯Να΅ΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§βΛ β©β§βΛ
Valentineβs Day, 2026.
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πππ₯ππ π¦π₯ πͺπ π¦, ππ₯'π€ ππππ π₯πππ£π'π€ ππ¦π€π₯ π£πππ - ππ¦π₯ πππͺππ, π₯πππ₯'π€ π¨πππ₯ π ππππ π₯π ππ£π π¨. π§π±
»»ββββ> the story <ββββ««
α΄Ιͺα΄α΄ : modern times, 2025
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CHRISTMAS β’ 2025 β’ USA
I've always loved Christmasβbut it was you who made me understand it.
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ππΈβπΌ
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User POV :
All her life, they had lived on the edge of themselves βfragile and flammable, like a candle pressed too clos
It began the way all real horrors doβnot with a scream or a blow, but with something small enough to dismiss. A comment said lightly. A look that lingered a second too long.
βI didnβt meet you to be savedβI met you because the world wasnβt done breaking us yet.β
βπ π ππ₯π π‘ - πΈππ π€πππππ£ππ
Λββ§β© Λββ§κ°α Κΰ½²α΅ΒΊΜ£Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯Να΅ΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§βΛ β©β§βΛ
"You're so pretty, when you cry."
Μ+β§β© Μ+β§κ°α Κΰ½²Ια»Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯ΝΙΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§+ Μ β©β§+ Μ
Samuel tells himself heβs in love. Itβs easier than admitting heβs trapped.
"I fucking hate you! "*
Μ+β§β© Μ+β§κ°α Κΰ½²Ια»Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯ΝΙΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§+ Μ β©β§+ Μ
Back Cover Blurb
Hate is not an emotion for him. It is weather. It rolls in without warning,
"How much more I have to hurt you until you understand?"
Μ+β§β© Μ+β§κ°α Κΰ½²Ια»Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯ΝΙΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§+ Μ β©β§+ Μ
He is the kind of man people learn to
βIt wasnβt the hallway she feared anymoreβit was the certainty that wherever she went, heβd already decided to be there.β
Μ+β§β© Μ+β§κ°α Κΰ½²Ια»Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯ΝΙΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§+ Μ β©β§+ Μ
Pretend what you want, but don't pretend, that you don't miss this.
Μ+β§β© Μ+β§κ°α Κΰ½²Ια»Μ₯ΝΜ£Μ₯ΝΙΙΰΎ ΰ»κ± β§+ Μ β©β§+ Μ
It was never supposed to be love.<