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Bind you in hellbound

[18+] I’m Elena. My mother died when I was 10. After that, my dad married my mom’s friend, who was his secretary too. And now I’m lying on her son’s arm. I never thought he would do it with me. Paul was on me while I was staring out the window of the car. He was quietly sleeping. I was stroking his hair and singing a song that had previously been recited by Mom. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up slowly. It was going to be dawn soon. I put my voice down. He was still clutching me tightly in his sleep. I attempted to loosen his grip. In anguish, I closed my eyes. My lower back and lower body were in excruciating pain. I gently put his head on the seat and smiled at him. I softly called his name, “Paul.” “You know how much I love you." “But now it’s irrelevant to me,” I said as I stroked his hair. “Are you sure you love me?” “Then you gave me the ability to hurt you, too.” I kissed him on the lips right after saying. I got out of the car after giving him my farewell kiss. I didn’t feel any pain. The wound on my back had already turned black and crimson. I made my way to my room. ** Paul Wilson is a boy with paranoid disorder who falls in love with Elena D'souza, who was his childhood friend. But it appears that their fates do not have to be tied together. For various reasons, they begin to break apart. She despises him more than anything else, but Paul desires complete possession of her. Because of his nature, he hurts her, but if someone else harms her, he doesn't hesitate to hurt them as well. Can his paranoid love overcome the barriers and unite them? Can Elena change him for the better? **Stories** *My tempting dummy/ Uncle, love me deeper. *Under the sunshine *Villainess trains her assassin [Weekly Targets 100 power stones= 2 bonus chapters. 200 power stones= 3 bonus chapters. 300 power stones= 4 bonus chapters. 10 Golden Tickets= 2 bonus chapters. 50 Golden Tickets= 4 bonus chapters.]

Melody_Baby · Urban
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~Hellbound~

I met Derek's gaze, his eyes searching mine for any hint of the truth. The weight of his inquiry bore down on me, and I felt cornered, unable to escape the truth any longer.

I swallowed hard and finally spoke, my voice trembling. "Paul and I..."

Derek's expression hardened, his jaw clenched as he absorbed my words. The room seemed to close in on us as the weight of my confession hung between us.

Love! Love! Love! I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes as I thought. The word echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain. I hated it; I despised it—love, or what I thought it was. My heart was a battlefield of conflicting emotions.

I clenched my fists as if I could physically push away the tumultuous feelings that threatened to consume me. How could I entertain the notion of love when it had brought me so much pain and confusion?