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Daggers of Love A Sensual Morning
Peter’s PerspectiveWhen I woke up the next day, I was a happy man. Remembering yesterday’s events brought back my cheerful mood, casting a warm glow on my morning. I even had a very nice dream about Angelica and me, a dream I hope will come to pass one day.It’s the first time since Sandra’s arrival that I had a good night's sleep. It’s the first night I didn’t have to be kept awake by Sandra’s screams at night.Night after night, I spent trying to drift off to sleep while Alex was making love to Sandra, or better stated, banging her like a drum. Their lovemaking consisted of incessant slapping of body parts, accompanied by loud moans and groans that kept me awake. Later, I realized that Sandra's loud moans were deliberate, and she was taunting me.If last night was like every other night, then I definitely didn’t hear them because I was happy in wonderland. I stood up from bed and made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth.It was a bit embarrassing sometimes in the morning, waki
Daggers of Love Angelica's Jealousy
Writer’s PerspectiveDuring the lecture at school, Peter sat at his usual spot with Amy, though his mind was preoccupied with troubles from his apartment. Sandra, Alex's girlfriend, had been making unwarranted advances towards him, and he was unsure how to handle the situation. Despite his attempts to dissuade her, she persisted.He grappled with the decision of whether to report the issue to Alex, considering passionate sounds he heard every night, Alex seems to be doing a great job. He knew for a fact that Alex loved this girl, and he was afraid he would break his heart. The dilemma weighed on him, interrupting his focus during the lecture. Amy noticed his distraction and nudged him gently, jerking him out of his thoughts."Hey, you okay?" she inquired, observing his troubled expression. "You've been unusually silent since you got here.""Yeah, sorry. Just have things going on in my mind," Peter replied. "I'm fine, though.""Come on, what is it? You know you can tell me anything tr
Daggers of Love The Study Night
Writer’s PerspectiveAngelica returned to her apartment and joined her friends. Sophie immediately inquired, "Hey girl, so what did he say?"“I had to come up with that idea so I can get him here” Sophie explained that she had concocted the idea so to gain more insight into his relationship with Amy."That won't be necessary. He's having a study night at her place, so I invited myself to join them," Angelica replied."Study night? And you're going?" Ella asked curiously. Angelica nodded in affirmation, explaining, "When I heard about the study night, I couldn't leave them alone together. Besides, I haven't studied much for the exam and could really use some help."Bella chimed in, expressing her need for study help as well. Angelica reassured her, "Don't worry, girl. Let's see how tonight goes, then I'll have him here, okay?"Sophie interjected, “You know, all these wouldn’t be a problem if you had just told him to stop seeing her. Now you’ll be spending the night at your competition’
Daggers of Love The Exams
Peter’s PerspectiveSeveral days later, we commenced our examinations. True to my expectations, the papers posed no significant challenge, given the thorough preparation I had undertaken. The questions were within my familiar territory.Today marked the conclusion of the first four papers, and I am confident in the accuracy of my responses. The questions, to me at least, were straightforward. Amy, my study partner, and I consistently found ourselves among the first to exit the examination hall.I am optimistic about Angelica's performance as well, considering that many of the questions aligned with the topics covered during our study nights. Following our productive study session at Amy’s apartment, Angelica invited me to hers to tackle some more topics.I was expecting her friends to join us during the session, but only one of her friends, Bella, was the only one that joined. The other two were either sleeping in their room or spending the night elsewhere.Well, I don’t blame them, r
Daggers of Love Naughty Girlfriend
Peter’s PerspectiveOne day, Alex approached me, apologizing for the noise they had been making at night. "It's just that when she's in the mood, she can be very wild," he explained."Well, it appears to me you're doing great. I’d only request that you try to keep it down. I think the entire community can hear you," I replied, and he chuckled."I try to keep her voice down, but she can't seem to help herself," he confessed. I knew one of the reasons she screamed like that was to taunt me, but I wasn't about to disclose that to him."Is that the reason you've been spending nights at your girlfriend's?" he inquired."Not entirely true. It's primarily for a study session and to get out of the house and give you two some space," I replied, and that was indeed the truth."So, how are things with the two of you? You and Angelica, I mean," he inquired, and I smiled."It's been going great. She’s wonderful, and I love spending time with her," I replied."That's good. I'm happy for you. So, ha
Daggers of Love Introduction
Peter's PerspectiveLove, often seen as a beacon of positivity, can also cast a shadow of negativity. It's a double-edged sword, capable of inflicting pain and disappointment. Love can be a perilous journey, and I was about to learn that firsthand."Please, enough already," I pleaded with my assailants, blood streaming from my swollen face. "I didn't hurt her. I swear."The accusations against me were false, a grim twist of fate. "Our intimacy was consensual because I loved her. What we shared was real. I would never harm her, never resort to such brutality."The leader of the prison gang, a sinister figure, sneered at me. "You're quite delusional, my friend. In what world do you think you're worthy of a girl like her? She's out of your league, and her family's wealth dwarfs yours. How long have you been living in a dream?"He clenched his fists, signaling an impending onslaught. I had been wrongfully sentenced to 20 years in prison for a crime I didn't commit. I was facing an insurmo
Daggers of Love A Shining Start
Peter Campbell, a name that resonated with prestige at Mercer Comprehensive College. Even though I hoped for a unique high school experience, I couldn't quite define what I was wishing for. Nevertheless, I'm starting to enjoy the way things are going, and I definitely don't want it to end.I gained a lot of popularity in school, and the principal often called me up to the podium to set an example and offer words of encouragement to my fellow students.I represented my school in various competitions and consistently brought home trophies and medals.Most students liked me, although not everyone. Some envied my achievements, while others resented me because their crushes seemed to be drawn to me without any effort on my part.My school days were full of fun. Being both academically gifted and good-looking with a cute baby face made it easy for girls to admire me. I never turned down an opportunity to make friends.I didn't have a steady girlfriend because many girls just wanted to be ar
Daggers of Love Farewell and First Impression
I meticulously loaded all of my luggage into the bus in preparation for our departure. As the moment neared, my father proceeded to start the car's engine. My attention shifted to my mother, who was visibly emotional."Mom, you knew this day would come, so why get emotional now?" I consoled her with a comforting embrace.Tears welled up in her eyes, and she replied, "I know, but I couldn't help it." I moved closer to her.I attempted to lighten the mood, saying, "Stop crying, Mom. If you keep this up, I might as well join you, and people will start wondering who died." She managed a smile.Reminding her of my imminent return, I added, "I'm only going to school, Mom; I'll be back soon."She confessed, "I'm going to miss you, son."I replied, "Me too, Mama... please take care of yourself," as we separated. She encouraged me to make her proud, and with that, I boarded the bus.Bid farewell to my mother and closed the door. My father then drove off, embarking on our journey to my new scho