The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)
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Read between September 17 - September 19, 2024
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demure,
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She is very demure, very mindful, she doesn't come to the lunch with a 70s look
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The Office.
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OH MY GOSH. THE OFFICE
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90 . . . 100 . . . 110.
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The colour violet. Tory lanez. That is it.
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And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.
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Yup. Thats bf right there
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“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” He leaned forward and captured my top lip between his, kissing me with a sweet pull.
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Oh my word
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“Nobody touches you, Elena, no matter what you do tonight. Do you understand me?” “Nobody touches you,” I shot back. We stared at each other for a moment, the realization of how deep we were both in sweeping into the room. Amusing, as we were married, but also thrilling in its possessiveness and need. He was mine, and nobody else could have him. “Sounds like we’ve got a deal,”
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“Well . . . I’m not going anywhere, am I?” His gaze burned. “No. I think I’ll keep you.” “Nico . . .” I swallowed. “I really am sorry about the money—” “Don’t be. I’m impressed,” he said, amusement coating his voice. “There might be a little Russo in you yet.”
Geet
This is cute but also...fangirling lowkey
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Whiskey and flame. Sleepless nights. Tattooed skin, white t-shirts, and rough hands. Love and lust and happiness. He was everything.
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flashy red dress,
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LMAOO i was about to say "doesn't red mean you slept with the groom?" until i realized that she actually did sleep with the groom. Im actually dead bro aint no way
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the yellow lights of a carousel blinked bright beneath the overcast sky. It sat static, alone and beautiful.
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To be loved is to be known and to be known is to be considered
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“I love you,” I breathed. His gaze burned around the edges, as the mantra of my pulse filled the space between us. Love me too. Love me forever. He stepped forward until his tux brushed my dress, slid his hand to my nape, and pressed his words to my ear. “And I love you, Elena Russo.” Nico might have been a bad man, but where he lacked in morals, he more than made up for as a husband. He loved me forever.
Geet
Kill me