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208: You and I
Syanna RoseTwo more chapters to finish this series. I'm so excited! It's a mixed feeling to end this journey, and I hope we will meet again in the next book. It will be much appreciated if you can keep giving votes, comments, love, and support for my book. Thank you so much!
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Winning My Ex-Crush 210: Revenge Served
Fenella’s POVThree months later…“State of New York vs. Alan Schmidt! All rise, and please be quiet!”The bailiff announced the case name in a loud voice. I sat in the audience with my heart pounding and my feet restless. The reporters waiting in the back of the room fell silent, capturing every moment as the judge entered.I squeezed Laird's hand to quell my nerves. He smiled at me and whispered that everything would be okay. I nodded and offered a small, reassuring smile in return.This was the final appeal at the Supreme Court. After this, Alan wouldn’t be able to appeal again until his sentence was served. After two long years of a drawn-out case with various appeals from Alan’s side, we had finally reached the finish line.The judge began reading various considerations and court notes. They took turns reading the decision documents. Time seemed to crawl, and I began to feel drowsy.I occasionally glanced at Alan, who sat in his prison jumpsuit. His once curly, neat hair had grown
Winning My Ex-Crush 1: His Kind of Girl
Fenella's POV"I don't like you." Laird said it coldly."What? You're lying, right? I know you're lying. If you're lying, maybe you're just teasing me as usual. If so, it's okay, but why are you joking like this?" I asked quickly."Enough, Fenella. I'm sick of you." Laird's voice was still low, and there was no smile on his lips at all. His green eyes stared at me with anger."Why are you saying that? What did I do wrong? Why don't you like me? Give me a clear reason." Tears started to fall on my cheeks.I couldn't believe any of this. Laird has been my friend since we were kids. He's my neighbor, always by my side; we were even dancing on the prom’s dance floor just a few hours ago. How could his attitude change so quickly?"You're not my type," Laird said again, firmly in a low voice.I could barely hear him, but somehow I caught Laird's words. My heart clenched. I truly couldn't believe what he said."What? I'm not your type." I pressed my hand against my chest."Do you want me to b
Winning My Ex-Crush 2: Time Limit
Fenella's POV"Have we discussed this before? You're already 24 years old; thus, your time as a runway model is short. Even for most girls, it's all over."I fell silent while staring at the brown-haired man in the mirror. When I heard that, my heart seethed again. I looked down and closed my red lip cream."Hey, Fenella. I mean, if you don't feel up to the morning fitting schedule, we can start looking at new opportunities for your career in fashion."Jessy hugged me from behind while I put on my black knee-high boots. I could tell he was attempting to cheer me up.We've been working together for seven years, with him serving as my agent and me serving as his model. Many of my successes as a model began at a young age, but the world didn’t recognize me as a supermodel as I had hoped early in my career.My most notable accomplishment thus far has been modeling for multiple Elle and Vogue magazine covers. A dedicated page also features an interview.I don't want to be ambitious, but I'
Winning My Ex-Crush 3: Reunion
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Winning My Ex-Crush 4: Up for the Challenge
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Winning My Ex-Crush 5: Huge Mistake
Fenella's POVHe licked with the tip of his tongue until I jerked my head back. My back arched up to provide more access for his tongue on my breast.His hand cupped my left breast while his teeth were still scraping my nipple. He moved on to my other breast, caressing with the same embrace using his tongue and lips. I screamed, then trembled once to limp in my heavy breath.The first juice rushed down to my soaking thong. But it seemed he wouldn't stop there; I didn’t want to stop it either because I was so consumed by my long-lasting curiosity and lust. I need him badly.His lips are now kissing my hips, still covered by the red lace thong. His hands moved to roll it down, freeing my sacred part of my body.Then, time after time, his lips teased my sensitive nub by licking and sucking circles. All the while, his hand was busy circling my nipple, the other thrusting into my core. I just knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. Finally, I screamed and shivered in orgasm again, showing him
Winning My Ex-Crush 6: Paying Debt
Fenella’s POVI was lost in thought, staring blankly at the tissue box on the table. My hand supported my chin as I waited for Jessy to come with our coffee."Hey, gorgeous. Here's your coffee." Jessy handed me an iced Americano on the table."Thank you, Jess," I said with a small smile."Thank goodness the fitting was postponed. I told you so. Baumer is such a perfectionist; she'll probably get in trouble herself soon," Jessy chuckled."Yes, luckily I wasn't late for the fitting. Plus, she still accepted me as her model, even though my dark under-eye circles were visible and I was unfocused earlier," I mentioned."Ah, nonsense! She praised you so much. She really likes you. You're her ideal type of model. Even if you were to switch liking her—"I glared at Jessy. We had agreed that my sexual orientation preferences couldn't be forced to change, even if it would help my career as a model. Understanding this, Jessy cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject."So, spill it! You
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