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

"How are you feeling?" Jorge asked her,


Mirabel's face contorted in a semblance of discomfort slightly, which Jorge mistook as she was still in pain.


"Let me get Dr Howlett again." He got up, but Mirabel stopped him by lightly holding onto his arms. She flinched slightly at the contact, and Jorge wondered what was up with her. However, the Mirabel, at that time, was confused and absentminded, engaged in an internal conversation with herself.


She still had not processed the question Jorge had asked her because she only thought and asked herself, 'Did his voice always sound like that, or did the fever get into my head? That is right, I must have been too tired and dazed.' She convinced herself, but when Jorge mentioned the doctor, it kind of confirmed whatever she thought she was hearing; his voice sounded so husky and sexy that she would have thought that she was talking to someone else if he was not right by her.


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