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116. Care
UHASAHello readers, Despite being in doubt, Micheal cares for Abigail but will this stay for a long time? Let's see, what comes. Thanks for reading.
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Tuberose 117. Crumbled World
Michael's pov -Abigail is sleeping. I stop massaging her legs and look at her face. She scared me when I entered the room. How much I have doubts about her but my heart is always fighting with me that she can't be like this. Should I talk to her? Maybe I am taking her wrong. Maybe I should ask her directly. Then things can be sorted. But what if things get worse? Aargh! I don't want to think about anything else.I slowly take the food plate from the corner table. She couldn't even eat because of the headache. I am having food from her plate and looking at her. Her innocence always tells me that she can't cheat on me. Alas! I have to believe that only. But still, I can't leave her. I couldn't even ask her any questions. Am I that much fallen for her? I never thought I would be so much into her that her every wrong will seem the right.My eyes keep drifting back to her, unable to resist her captivating presence. How did I fall so deeply for her that her every fault feels right?Anyway,
Tuberose 118. Grief and Guilt
Abigail's pov -The rain lashes against the windshield as I speed through the desolate area, my vision blurred by tears. My heart pounds in my chest, matching the intensity of the storm outside. I can't escape the suffocating pain and grief that has consumed me.Every twist of the road mirrors the turmoil within me, and I can't help but remember how I used to find solace in the rain, finding comfort in its gentle patter on the window. Now, it feels like a cruel reminder of the storm raging in my heart.I slam on the brakes and the car screeches to a halt in front of a gnarled tree. I clench my fists and pound them on the steering wheel, the pain in my knuckles only amplifying the anguish in my soul."Why?" I scream into the emptiness of the car, hoping the storm will drown out my cries. But the rain seems to echo my agony, a symphony of tears from the heavens above.Unable to contain the overwhelming emotions any longer, I fling open the car door and stumble out, my knees giving way as
Tuberose 119. Tears in the Storm
Michael's pov -The drizzling rain continues to fall, creating a melancholic atmosphere that matches the heavy hearts of Michael and Abigail. We stand under the tree, the storm lessening but occasionally punctuated by distant rumbles of thunder, as if the weather itself reflects the tumultuous emotions between us.I reach out tentatively to touch Abigail's shoulder, my hand trembling with uncertainty. "A-Ab-Abby," I stammer, desperately searching for the right words to express the remorse and guilt that consume me.Abigail shrugs off my touch, her demeanor cold and distant. "Please, let's go home," I plead, hoping that returning to familiar surroundings might offer some semblance of solace amidst the chaos of emotions."How can I?" Her voice drips with bitterness, and the weight of her pain feels almost tangible. "That is your home as well," I say, my guilt preventing me from saying anything more."You are the reason I am an orphan. For your carelessness, I lost my parents, damn it. An
Tuberose 120. Crave to get her
Ema's pov -My heart pounds in my chest as I wait anxiously for William to arrive. I've been sitting here, restless and impatient, for over an hour. Finally, he strolls into his cabin with his usual arrogant demeanor."Whoa! What's got Ms. Johanson all worked up? Michael didn't get into your pants yet? Hahaha..." His crude remark infuriates me, and I can't even bring myself to greet him properly."I wonder how Abi is still with him?" I skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point."Same thought here. Honestly, they seem inseparable. I doubt we can ever separate them," William replies, taking a casual sip of water before turning his attention back to me. He moves closer to my chair, and I instinctively grip my thighs, bracing myself for whatever offensive remarks he's about to make."You're not new to me. Why do you always make it seem like I'm assaulting you when the truth is, I give you screaming orgasms?" His smirk is infuriating, and he grabs my chin, his touch making my skin
Tuberose 121. Pleasure of being touched [18++]
Ema's pov -As William moves closer, my heart races with fear and anxiety. I try to muster the courage to go along with his plan, reminding myself that this is the only way to get what I want. But the thought of being intimate with him makes me feel sick to my stomach."Just relax," he says, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "Remember, you have to make it convincing."I close my eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. I tell myself that it's just acting, a means to an end. As he leans in to kiss me, I try to force myself to react as if I'm enjoying it. But every touch, every caress, feels like a violation.The charade continues, and I feel a sense of detachment as if I'm watching myself from afar. I try to focus on the end goal, on the possibility of finally being with Michael. But the guilt and shame weigh heavily on me, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm betraying him and myself.After what feels like an eternity, William pulls away, satisfied with the performa
Tuberose 122. Pleasure of Lust [18++]
Ema's pov - He then left my lips with a last suck slid down peppering kisses on the corner of my lips down to chin and back to jaw. He then goes down and places sloppy wet kisses on my neck to shoulder blades and nibble there. Meanwhile, his finger reached down to tease my core which was wet again. He starts circling his finger around the clit. And he didn't need to do much for that but still to make me beg and cry near him he massages my clit and inner muscles as I feel aroused again. My insides churns up tightly and he pushes his finger inside me pumping it in and out and as I was to release again he sternly asks me to hold on and with that in a jerk he inserts two more fingers making me yelp in pain which is replaced with the wave of ecstasy. "Fuck…!!! You are damn tight and hungry to release I guess. But wait till I command", he says. 'What the hell.. are we practicing to fuck or really doing that already?' I scream in my head. 'Well if you still don't know then pity you dear'
Tuberose 123. Still distrust
Abigail's pov -The past ten days have been a blur of emotions and turmoil. Ever since the truth came crashing down upon me, revealing that Michael, the man I loved and married, was responsible for the loss of my parents, my world has been turned upside down. The pain is unbearable, and I've been avoiding him as much as possible, unable to face the one who shattered my world.The rooftop has become my sanctuary during these trying times. It's a place where I can escape the suffocating walls of our home and find a fleeting moment of solace. As I sit here now, with a steaming mug of coffee cradled in my hands and my laptop open before me, I feel a semblance of peace wash over me. The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me.I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me
Tuberose 124. Love's Resilience
Michael's pov -The weight of the day's revelations hangs heavy on my shoulders as I step into our bedroom. The conversation with Abby replays in my mind like a broken record, her words echoing with a haunting intensity. The claim she made, asserting once again to be Tuberose, the mysterious writer whose identity has eluded us for so long, is like a persistent thorn in my thoughts.I let out a deep sigh as I came to stand by the bed, my frustration seeping through my every pore. It's as if every time I attempt to mend the fragile threads of our relationship, to leave the past behind and move forward, something pulls us back into the abyss of doubt and uncertainty.I slump onto the bed, my tired body sinking into the mattress. Closing my eyes, I attempt to shut out the chaotic storm of emotions raging within me. But even as I try to find solace in the darkness behind my eyelids, her eyes, those eyes that held a certain undeniable truth, continue to haunt me.I clench my fists and punch
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