gentel_soul

[ Warning: this novel is R-18]

 "Mmm. Little girl " he said in a husky tone of voice.Causing her to draw in a sharp breath while she said 

" I'm anything but little." Bel was quick to retort back at him, very pissed since she had never seen herself as little why let a man tell her that. 

The man laughed in fascination at her response. 

" Well then. Better luck finding that person. " He said before his expression shifted abruptly from his amuse state. Still having his hands in his pocket he prepared to turnaround towards his previous spot, when she spoke out. 

" And I think I'm standing before one!! " Bel said making her moves on him. He was the reason why she came here in the first place, despite not knowing where he was still she was able to find him. Perhaps there's no better time to say it than now. 

The man chuckled outwardly feeling more amused at her words. Which rang in the silent rooftop, she was indeed starting to amuse him. " Look little girl , you don't know me... " 

Bel snapped the very next second. " I'm not little. Okay. " Spreading her arms wide apart as a gesture of showing herself to him.

" I mean look at me. " 
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An erotic tale of love, between a young highschool girl named Bel. An unreserved girl who radiates her charms like a petal of rose springing forth in summer. Both strong willed and dominant, seeing the extravagance of life through her father who was a prominent business man, her aunt who loves her dearly and friends. 
  
  She grew up with knowledge of her mother dying from a plane crash and ever since then, Bel was forced to grow up. She carried herself like an elegant and open-minded young girl. 

Encountering '  Brandon ' a young adult man, both  dignifying and dashing who was stuck in a family feud between his father and  himself , on conflict of choices. How long can their story last with Brandon's family being part of their family being part of a Mafia 

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" I want to be your woman."

Loved Beyond Reason

Ding dong. A sharp gentle noise sounded from a nearby table, calling the attention of an attendant. Placed on the table was a mini bell, meticulously seated on the cherry wood polished edged table, easily tapped on the head, requesting service. This simple ear sound was strong enough to trigger a reaction, little enough to disrupt a calm contemplative heart which pulls the mind from distracting thoughts, taking up the warm comfort service of the shop. 


 Agitated and saddened by her thoughts, Bel fluttered her lashes simply lost in her distant thoughts. 


" Miss. May I be of help to you? " A female attendant asked. A braid haired sweet smiling young lady. " Your tea looks cold. " pointing at the silent sitting teacup. 


" Oh, no worries. " Bel pushed a pleasant smile on her lips, faced with the warm attitude of the attendant. " I will be taking my leave now. " She stood up. 


" Would you like me to heat up the tea and have it in a dispensable takeout cup? " 


Unforeseen.