I crave what I want I get what I want And what want is you! Yes, Elsa I crave for you, Every inch of you.
I crave what I want I get what I want And what want is you! Yes, Elsa I crave for you, Every inch of you.
Four weeks, three days and nine hours has gone by, yet I picture you so close to in my thought. Each second m, each minute, each night spent without hearing your cute little whimpers are torture. Yes torture to my heart, and soul. I sleep with you on my mind and when I wake, your smiling face engulfs my mind. I know I can't tell you enough of how much I Love you, it was love at first sight. Even I was surprised and mad at myself. I have failed me, I broke my own rules and debunk my principles. My heart skipped a million beat a second the moment I laid my eyes on you.
I thought I was having a panic attack. I have fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious l, I have fallen for your smile which makes me giddy for no reason at all, I've fallen for the way your bite your lower lips when you get nervous and also the way your twirl your pencils when you're spacing out. Lol I've fallen for those deep brown eyes, your hair, your perfect lips... I missed everything. Yeah everything. Oh, Don't think I will forget your moles, no baby I won't. I love the moles on your body, I love the one on the left side of your boobs just underneath your nipple, that's my Favourite. *wink* Did I forget to mention how cute, and flushed you look when you blush, just as you're doing now. Even if I wanted to cry for a moment, I've fallen for every second I got to spend with you, even though those seconds left me craving for more. I know sometimes I'm a little bit of disappointment. I rarely know what I want to think before I act, I still want you to know that in a lifetime full of confusion and wrong decisions and messes, you're the first thing that felt so right. My love Elsa..(don't ruin the moment trying to laugh now) I can't wait to have you in my arms, to see be overwhelmed by your sweet scent, to watch your face turn pink from grinning and blushing, and lastly to watch you fall asleep again in my arms. Though u still have a lot more to write, but I think my fingers are aching already, I will whisper the rest to your ears soon.
I love you so much,
Elsa Your's Kimora.
Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.
Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.
After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"
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