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  1. vanalas
    😅😅😅😅😅 I have no words, I swear. It's the "my cruelty knows no limits" for me. Totally speechless 😆 🤣
  2. vanalas
    The hospital corridor smelled like antiseptic and despair. Jace rushed in, nearly knocking over a gurney as he stormed through the automatic doors, his chest rising and falling like he’d been sprinting through fire. His tie hung loosely around his neck, shirt half-untucked, sweat beading on his forehead. Panic twisted his features, his thoughts racing faster than his steps. He rounded the corner, heart in his throat—and there she was. Miriam. His mother stood outside one of the ho
  3. vanalas
    Eeeeeh 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. I told you they just conjure up in my mind, I mean... what's the purpose of a story if there's not one character you wanna strangle to death
  4. vanalas
    🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 okay. I'll update him we got more incoming
  5. vanalas
    Chucky, huh? That's a nice direction. Let me get my notebook
  6. vanalas
    Looks like we're starting off with threats 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I'll keep my lawyer on a leash so that when that lawsuit comes, he'll be ready 😆
  7. vanalas

    LEGALLY BOUND

    vanalas posted a story in Fiction

    After a turbulent beginning, Noah is finally living the fairytale life—married to Jace, and building the perfect family. For a while, everything feels like a fairytale. But fairytales don’t last forever. When the past comes knocking, old wounds are ripped open & secrets begin to unravel. As old flames ignite and buried secrets come to light, Noah finds himself torn between fighting for his place as Jace’s legal husband or walking away from the life he built. Love, betrayal, and painful truths collide in this emotional journey of devotion, identity, and the brutal price of holding on to someone who may no longer be yours.
  8. vanalas
    They say every parent prays their daughter never brings shame to the family. Girls are raised like porcelain dolls—delicate, revered, protected. From the moment they’re born, they’re told they’re the pride of their parents. The heartbeat of the home. They're taught to cross their legs, lower their voices, smile even when it hurts, and most importantly, wait. Wait for the right man. The kind man. The one who’ll finally show them that they’re worthy of praise, of tenderness,
  9. vanalas
    Evil 😆 🤣
  10. vanalas
    Then you develop a bond with Ian, sympathize with him... fall in love 🤣🤣🤣🤣
  11. vanalas
    Even if you're being paid 7 figures
  12. vanalas
    This makes me so happy, really. It's always a pleasure to pull you in my imagination and knowing you're enjoying is icing on the cake. Speaking of Ian, don't you pity him lol Maybe you can be his caretaker.
  13. vanalas
    Ian paced slowly before them like a predator toying with its wounded prey, his boots scraping against the cracked concrete floor. The distant wind howled through the broken windows of the abandoned warehouse, amplifying the eerie silence that had fallen after his last command. Gael and Natalie were shoved roughly into position—forced to kneel, side by side, under the glow of a swinging, dim overhead bulb. Their wrists were tied behind their backs, and the blood on Gael’s shoulder had alread
  14. vanalas
    Gael stood silently as the car slowed to a halt in the middle of a forest so thick the fading daylight barely reached the ground. The engine cut, leaving behind a sharp, unnatural silence. His heart was racing, his palms sweaty as he gripped the small bag he had managed to hold onto. The man in the driver’s seat turned, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Out,” he ordered. Gael stepped out onto the uneven ground, the crunch of dry leaves and twigs beneath his shoes loud in the suffocat
  15. vanalas
    🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Ian: Natalie, how do you like your men? Gael (holding a laugh): Gay! Natalie: 🤬🤬🤬🤬
  16. vanalas
    Please ask for me too. Maybe I got hacked. I thought I was keeping that info to myself
  17. vanalas
    I don't know 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 they just conjure up on their own in my head
  18. vanalas
    The house was cold—unnaturally cold. Not from the temperature, but from something else. A heaviness in the air that weighed on the chest, that made breathing feel like a chore. Gael sat on the edge of the couch, his coat pulled tightly around him even though the heating was on. He barely noticed the small crowd that had gathered—three uniformed officers scattered near the windows and door, murmuring into their radios. Two detectives stood by the TV, where the news still replayed the footage of t
  19. vanalas
    Then you enter and boom, you're Leo... right on Ian's silver platter. 🤣🤣🤣
  20. vanalas
    What if Ian wins?
  21. vanalas
    Replace freddy with Ian 🥲
  22. vanalas
    The wooden bench felt cold beneath him, but Gael didn’t mind. The cold helped him think—or at least try to. Evening had wrapped itself around the train station like a slow, tired exhale. The moon glowed above in soft silver, casting shadows against the concrete and steel tracks that stretched endlessly ahead. A few pigeons shuffled nearby, pecking at invisible crumbs. The clock on the wall ticked louder than it probably should have. He sat quietly, arms wrapped around himself, a small bag a
  23. vanalas
    So what are you trying to say 😅😅😅😅😅 only way to survive is being evil?
  24. vanalas
    Eeeeeer... let me think 🤔
  25. vanalas
    I felt that like I was Gael 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 if I was him, I'd have said, yes sir!
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