Loctovia

[MATURED CONTENT!] 
Vol 1 [COMPLETE!]
Vol 2: Prequel to Vol 1 [COMPLETE!]
Vol 3: Final volume- [COMPLETE!]
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Love, can be the fire that warms you on a cold night or the smouldering heat that destroys you. In Thalia Mirabel’s life, it looked to be the latter.

She was a single mother with a sullied background. A society outcast. The very type that society looked down on. The last person anyone would want, or so she thought … 

In the depths of despair and about to lose her son, Thalia Mirabel Thebes accepts a contract that will change her life… but is it for the better or for the worst? Did she jump from the depths of the ocean into the arms of the devil himself?  After her vow to stay away from the species known as man?

Jorge Trimshaw was a Billionaire who knew his worth! A player and the ladies’ man in every way, the one man that every girl would wish to have, the one man that could get every girl he wanted. 

He went each day and each week with different girlfriends. He never bothered with their names, for he changed girlfriends like he changed his underwear, and for a clean freak, that was a hell lot of times. But why could he not get her name out of his mind?
Would Thalia Mirabel trust and love again with this man who knew not what commitment was?

As the saying goes, “Not all that glitters is gold…” How would these two complement each other or clash with each other as faith binds them?

Cover art is mine. Art done by @korkor_gavi and final cover by me ^-^

This is an original story by me. 
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Diva la Vida

The sound of the heels preceded the young woman who walked in with no ounce of remorse on her face. She walked in elegantly and made an order almost immediately, "I'll take a tequila, neat… just add some lime to it,"


Then she took a good look, giving her full attention to the room. After she was satisfied with her surroundings, she turned to Charles and sized him up and down as well. Even though she noticed his bandage knuckles, she made no comments about it.


Why? She just didn't care, and she was no saint to care so much about the physical state of her blind date. Especially one that she would have rather not attended,


"You must be Charles Wanky! Pleased to meet you. Since you know my name already, I will not bother introducing myself. So, how do you want to do this?" the young woman asked as the designated waiter helped her to take off her overcoat and hung it at its allocated place while she took a seat opposite him and crossed her legs.


The Date (4)