رواية ذي لازم تتحنط و يحطونها ب متحف 😭😭😭😭
كمية المشاعر يلي فيها تخليك تطفح فراشات برغم بساطة الشابتر
كان بلوت تويست يجنن بجد أسلوب كاتبه تحفة قصة جديدة كليا و كرتيف جدا باين متعوب عليها... قصة كانت ملتويه لذلك ما أنصح اي حدا يقرها .
الاحداث كانت عبارة تنقل بين ماضي و الحاضر قبل ما تفقد روز ذاكرتها و الأزمنة ل ثنين كانت مجرى احداثهم مشوقة ما تحس ب ملل ولا لحظة حرفيا.
قصة: روز لقت نفسها وراء حاوية قمامة و فاقده ذاكره و هي تبحث عن طعام التقت ب كادن ماكسويل يلي هو من ماضيها بعد وياخذها يعالجها و يحميها لأنو واحد بدو يقتلها و تبقى ازمنة تنتقل بين ماضي وحاضر ل قصة روز و كادن يلي هنن كانو طالبة و بروفيسور (ويحبون بعض)
كادن عنده اخوه توائم ديمون و روز كانت معجبه به.
كادن و روز من أثرياء وعائلتهم بينها عداوة المهم علاقتهم بدات وقت روز بلشت دراسة بفصل كادن وهو كان رافض يدرسهم لانو عبقري و يشوفهم حفنة قرود غنية مدلله 😂 حرفيا كان مايطيقهم بس طبعا بطلتنا لفتت نظره و شاف ندوبها (روز نطعنت في بطنها كذا مرة وهي عمرها 11 سنة)
و من وقتها كادن تغير معها 180 درجة تخيلون طايح في عشقها واصل لدرجة الهيام 🦋غاضب طول الوقت زي كلب مسعور مع كل بس معها قطة
ذا يقدسها تقديس obsession بيها لدرجة تقشعر البدن تخطى جميع الحدود 🏴🏴حرفيا يموت فيها كان سايكووو بشكل يخوف 😭
Don’t judge me, I loved it so much even though I don’t agree with his actions.
عمل لها خطة علاجية عشان ندوبها ما ضايقها و بحث عن يلي طعنها في حال ما مات يقتله وهو متعرف عليها جديد..
في محاضرة منع عليهم PC لانو ما يتحمل صوت ازرار و خلاهم يكتبون بايدهم روز خلص حبر من قلمها ولانو صديقها اعطى لها قلم أأنهى المحاضرة بس عشان ما تكتب بيه 😂😭😭😭😭😭
و لما قالت له يدي توجعني من كتابه بعث ايميل ل طلاب و سمح لهم يستخدمون كمبيوتر بس عشان قرة عينه ما تتعب
يحظرلها اكل يفطرها و يغديها معه
يلغي ندوات مع عباقرة بس عشان يقعد معها
مايحكي مع اي طالبه ما يطيق ناس عامة من غيرها
اقترح لها تتبع حلمها و تكمل دراسة ماجستر علوم وهو يدعمها (ابوها بدو تقرا محاسبة ما بده تقرا تخصص ذا سحب منها اموال و دعم وقاطعها )
عرض عليها وضيفة عنده في مختبره لمدة عام عشان تساعدها خبرة شغل معه في توصية دراسته مع راتب كبير ( عنده وسواس قهري ومايقبل حدا يلمس مختبره الا هي)
اكل كيكة عملتها هي له بفروالة وهو عنده حساسية منها بس اكلها ولد تقريب مات 😭😭😭
اجل حفلة و عملها وقت فراغها هي
عملها في يخت لانو تحبه وهو ما يطيق مناسبات اجتماعية بس عشانه لا يستغل وقت معها و يتقرب منها
يدخل يعبد بقر معها في معبد هندوسي 😂🌚
حرفيا لو عديت شو عمل مش راح اخللص وله افعال ثانيه سوداء مش مؤيدة ليها لذلك راح انسها كأنو ما صارت و اشوف فيه خير بس واحول غمض عيني 🤧 لأنو بجد حبيته بس خربها بسالفه ذيك ( مابدي احرق)
راح حاول حط تحت كلامه على قد ما اقدر
المهم في كادن ماكسويل واحد في دنيا و اخذته روز بنت محظوظه بس تستاهل ❤️🩹
نرجع ل روز أمباني .. عبارة عن كيكة متحركه طول رواية نفسي اكلها
مو مستفزة ماهي قوية ماهي ضعيفة مدري كيف فسر بس شخصيتها تعطيك شعور الأمومة 😂 بدي احطها في قلبي و اقفل عليها 🥺🎀
على فكرة هي هندية 🥻🥻عانت كثير حرفيا برغم حرقت ام قصة لكن اكمل تحملوني 🤧 عندها وسواس قهري و ماتحب تتكلم كثير لانو عندها صدمة من وقت انطعنت وهي صغيرة وماتحب لمس.. تقريبا انطوية زي كادن .. توائم روح حبيييت علقتهم كانت مريحة تعطيك شعور نقاء(قبل ما يخربها كلب بمرضه بيها) كمستري بينهم تجنن حبو و هوسو بيها في قلبي 🔥
ضحكني مشهد سبايسي لهم بعد مافقدت ذاكرة وماتعرف شي عن جنس حرفيا مسخرة 😂😂😂😂كمية احراج ⬆️⬆️
حبيت مشاهدهم كانت تعارف قبل جنس برغم كان ميت لا يلمسها ماقرب عليها الا لما ارتحت له (صارت خربيط لا غنى عنها) لا صار جنس تحس حتى جنس تبعهم نابع من حب مش بس شهوة
زبدة رواية كانت كلها احداث و مشاعر محورها مش تلزيق و لعق وووو حرفيا معجزة عند اجانب
بطل كان عنده هوس مرضي بيها مهما ما اتفق مع افعاله بس حبيت كيف انطرح الموضوع بدون مبالغه
بالمختصر رواية كانت لذيذة جداا اعيدها في اقرب وقت ان شاءلله واقرا كل اعمال كاتبه لانو كسبت قلبي و روحي
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My cock strained against my slacks, consuming me with this need for her like a tidal wave, untamable and wild.
She was in no condition to endure what she woke in me. The odd thing was she hadn’t done anything to evoke this beastly response other than merely exist. The bone-chillingly exhilarating feeling was frenzied.
Unstoppable. It told me I had made the right decision by taking her.
She belonged with me. Always.
The worst thing he had ever done was force-feed me healthy meals and make me switch to raw honey and coconut sugar whenever I baked. But if truth be told, limiting my sugar intake had reduced the inflammation of my scars, and I had never felt better.
Fuck, Damon’s advice worked. Shedding my sternness and engaging in brainless chatter with other insignificant people made Rose see me in a new light. I had exercised patience with her, but I never thought of doing so with others as well.
Rose had no idea what I was enduring for her sake, yet she hadn’t so much as glanced my way. This was ridiculous. Hundreds of women groveled for my attention, yet one shy girl’s inattentiveness was eating away at me. She was put on this earth to humble me in the unlikeliest way —by doing nothing.
Waiting for Rose to become ready for a relationship had given other men the chance to enter her life.
That was over. No more waiting.
I had made a habit of monopolizing Rose’s time. Now that other people were demanding her attention, it left my insides with the volcanic rage Damon had warned me against.
At least there was a silver lining. I had memorized every expression on Rose’s face, and though she exercised immense caution around men, she didn’t view me as a threat. I took full advantage and engaged her in small talk at every opportunity. My staff was shocked. I was notoriously famous for being short with people. I didn’t have time for idle chitchat and maintained a relentless pace at work. I never shared personal thoughts with my team or inquired about their lives. It was different with Rose, and others noticed, though no one was brave enough to point it out.
“And you’re nervous about seeing her. People lose their shit at the thought of talking to you, but a girl’s got your panties in a bunch. Where did you even meet her
My fingers gripped the crystal glass tighter than necessary. I wanted to burn everything to the ground. The past several weeks had been hell, being near her, always wanting to touch her while acutely aware of her invisible walls. The only thing that kept me sane was this upcoming student-faculty affair. I needed to create a carefree setting on a yacht that reminded her of the good times from her childhood. I even had the boat painted in beige and soft colors to put her mind at ease.
I would have never volunteered to host this insufferable party if I knew Rose would bail.
Given her history, it made sense that she was easily spooked by men.
We had spent numerous hours together at the lab. I knew everything about her, yet she kept me at arm’s length. It was fucking infuriating. She had sealed off a part of herself that I couldn’t break through. If I wanted her to come out of her shell, I needed to change her perception of me as her professor, and that could only happen in a social setting with a lot of alcohol.
There was no way I could change my mind about her. The moment I saw her scars, it had awakened fierce, primal instincts I hadn’t known existed in me. I knew she was vital to my existence. Her presence anchored me. Everyone around me noticed the changes in my attitude, especially my staff. They were overjoyed that I no longer felt the need to work myself—or them—to death. What sane man would give all that up?
Little did they know that for the first time, I was looking forward to a party.
I needed an excuse to spend time with Rose in a social setting.
I had forced her to eat most of her meals with me for weeks. Our connection had been steadily intensifying as a result. Rose was reserved, with an aversion to touch, but she was beginning to thaw under my attention. There was a
It was impossible to be insecure when he watched me the way I looked at food, as if he would never be full, no matter how much he gorged.
As if it were my face plastered across magazines, not his, and he was my biggest fan.
He had nothing in common with the zombies from the streets. He was well-bred, educated, and a literal genius. Yet he looked at me like I was his drug and he was about to plunge the syringe straight into his veins. I never thought I would cherish anything more than food, but the admiration in his eyes was better.
My mind whirled with conflicting emotions. I should be alarmed by his actions, but I kept returning to how he took my side, even though I was in the wrong. He didn’t demand a reason for my irrational behavior, either. It was somehow endearing that he wasn’t bothered with morals or the right thing where I was concerned. His only bottom line was my welfare.
The way he indulged me made me forget my fears, my doubts, and the nightmare haunting me. In this space between us, I felt safe.
Despite being in my arms, she felt far away in her sleep. I pulled her closer until she was plastered against the front of my body. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to mold us together until we somehow became one
She was the fantasy I was starting to think would never come alive. Now that it finally had, I knew I would never let her go.
My mind whirled with conflicting emotions. I should be alarmed by his actions, but I kept returning to how he took my side, even though I was in the wrong. He didn’t demand a reason for my irrational behavior, either. It was somehow endearing that he wasn’t bothered with morals or the right thing where I was concerned. His only bottom line was my welfare.
Denying myself over the past few months had taken more effort than anything I had experienced. There was no argument about it. No man on this useless planet had wanted a girl as much as I wanted her because my existence was tethered to her.
Rose was my first human connection.
After months of torture, I had finally entered heaven. I had tasted what life could be with her, and I would burn anyone to the ground who tried to take that away from me.
My feelings didn’t fit societal constructs, nor would anyone write flowery songs about it. Rather, it was something savage that had sunk its teeth into my flesh. It was a tether I didn’t know I wanted until it was wrapped around my throat.
She was my purpose, and I had never had one of those before. The only thing I knew was my work because I had a mind for it. But a purpose…it was different.
It was addictive.
“You could be half monkey, and I’d still love you.”
She smiled. Perhaps she remembered the first day of classes when I compared my students to monkeys. Actually, I believe I had said the monkeys were superior.
She shook her head in disbelief. “What is it that you like about me?”
“I like the way you breathe.”
She huffed. “So, you don’t care about my personality. All I need to do to make you like me is breathe?”
“All you need to do to make me love you,” I corrected, “is breathe.”
She was stumped. “Why?”
“Because you exist as long as you’re still breathing. And I wouldn’t exist if you didn’t.”
“That’s such an insane reason to love someone.”
Insane? If only she could crack my head open and read the thoughts inside. I loved her with a ruthlessness that bordered on insanity. In ways she would never be able to fully understand.
She was my only reason for existing.
Instead of telling her that, I gave her a version she could accept. “The first time I laughed was with you on that roof. I didn’t laugh again for ten years, until the night on the boat. So, yes, I fucking love you just for existing.”
Caden Maxwell❤️🔥
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SHE WAS PERFECT THIS WAY.
Complacent and nestled in my arms, Rose fought the food coma.
Exhaustion settled on her features once she finished her meal. The comfortable setting only added to her fatigue, and she drifted in and out of her slumber.
I stroked her cheeks periodically to keep her awake, but otherwise, I let her rest, staring at the little stowaway with an intense hunger burning inside me. She was unkempt in a torn hospital gown, the cotton fabric marred with mud and soil. There was dirt under her nails, and her skin was speckled with scrapes and bruises.
But fuck, if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing I had seen.
She seemed filthy and smelled rancid, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. The man who demanded proper hygiene of everything was suddenly unperturbed by uncleanliness. Even in this state, Rose was better than any runway model or pageant beauty queen. Brown, almond eyes I wanted to dive into, hair so fucking long she might as well be Rapunzel, and miles of caramel skin. Everything about her made me feral and scream one thing on repeat.
Mine.
هنا بعد ما فقدت ذاكرة و لقاها اول مرة بوف حقه كانت انهيااااااار 💘💘
ياخي رغم عمل بلاوي لكن عجزت اكرههه