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  1. vanalas
    I too have no idea 👀👀👀👀 maybe it isn't Alex. Or is it? 🤔🤔
  2. vanalas
    Thank you so much 😊😊 😊 he had it coming, he only had himself to blame. If you had been there, if you had seen it. I bet you you would have done the same 😁😁😁
  3. vanalas
    OMG... I'm so humbled. Thank you so much for this. And you're welcome onboard, I try to be as good as I can be. Looking forward to hearing more from you in future 🙏
  4. vanalas
    Gael stormed into the bedroom, his steps unsteady, his face pale as death. The door slammed behind him and he locked it, as if he could somehow shut out Ian’s voice that was still echoing in his skull. Troy… tied up… bruised… screaming… Gael clutched his head, his breathing heavy as he stumbled to the window. He pushed it open and leaned out slightly, desperate for air, the cool breeze hitting his face like a slap. He gripped the window frame tightly, his knuckles going white as he sta
  5. vanalas
    Gael descended the wide marble staircase, his expression calm and unreadable. He looked sharp—he always did—with his dark gray suit fitting him like a glove, every step graceful and composed. His fingers moved quickly over his phone screen, sending a text without missing a beat. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he lifted his head—and instantly caught sight of her. Ophelia. She stood directly in front of him, arms crossed, her perfectly manicured nails digging into the sleev
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    Antonio’s eyes raked over Miguel shamelessly, drinking him in like a man who had been parched for years. Every movement Miguel made—every soft shift of his hips, the way he tilted his head, even the casual way he smiled—was pure torment for the older man. Miguel noticed it all, the hunger burning in Antonio’s gaze, the tightness in his jaw, the way his throat moved as he swallowed thickly. It was almost pitiful. A dog with a bone? No—Antonio looked like a starving wolf who had just spotted
  7. vanalas
    We're gonna find out soon, even I don't know why 😁😁😁😁
  8. vanalas
    Miguel sat sprawled in the soft leather chair behind his massive mahogany desk, one long leg crossed over the other, the top few buttons of his black silk shirt undone to reveal his smooth, bare chest glinting slightly under the soft lighting. His signature red hair—dyed for the quarter's campaign season—was slicked back into a casual yet deliberate wave, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, making him look dangerously intelligent and devastatingly handsome. The ro
  9. vanalas
    Obviously, he had others do it for him 🥲🥲🥲🥲 with all his hatred for gays
  10. vanalas
    Well, Ian feels he's indestructible. But guess we're gonna have to test that theory, won't we? 😁
  11. vanalas
    Gael let out a low, amused chuckle, the kind that stirred tension like a spoon through hot tea. He leaned back in his chair and looked at Ian with calm satisfaction. “I’m part of the business now, Mr. Sandoval,” he said smoothly, the words rolling off his tongue like silk. “Better get used to seeing my face around here.” Ian stared at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. “This… this is a joke, right?” he said, almost laughing, though there was nothing amused about the look in his
  12. vanalas
    Wow, really? 😊😊😊😊😊 Glad to hear that
  13. vanalas
    The plan was for Alex to use Gael as his play thing while parading it as a marriage. I hope that's clear 😁 😉
  14. vanalas
    You're loving the daddy, huh?
  15. vanalas
    Gael jerked upright, his heart pounding so fiercely he could barely hear his own ragged breaths. The gorgeous woman—Ophelia Van de Velde, as if her name were meant to command attention and instill fear—stood before him. Her eyes, dark and imposing beneath thick lashes, locked onto his with such intensity that he felt as though she could peel away every layer of his soul. His mouth opened, desperate to form words, to protest, but nothing emerged. The silence that followed was as damning as any sc
  16. vanalas
    Miguel folded his arms, his fingers brushing along the edge of his temple as a slow, almost wicked grin curved on his lips. His eyes—sharp, and glittering with amusement—ran over Christian like he was a piece of meat that had foolishly wandered into a lion’s den. The air between them seemed to still, the low hum of the mansion’s ambiance a dull echo compared to the tension that had taken root. “So,” Miguel said, his voice low and velvet-smooth, laced with mockery, “tell me something, Mr. Pa
  17. vanalas

    Chapter 3:Chaos

    vanalas commented on vanalas's story chapter in Chapter 3:Chaos

    This is so funny 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣
  18. vanalas
    Natalie stood there, staring at Alex as if she didn’t recognize him anymore. The disbelief in her eyes deepened, turning into something else—something raw and wounded. Her lips parted, but at first, no words came out. Then, barely above a whisper, she asked, “How could you?” Her voice trembled, thick with emotion, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Alex, how could you?” She took a step forward, her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. “You went ahead and married
  19. vanalas
    Again... 😅😅😅😅😅 We should Collab 😆😆😆
  20. vanalas
    The grand ballroom of the Sandoval estate was nothing short of breathtaking. A masterpiece of elegance and wealth, the towering crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the polished marble floors, their delicate lights reflecting off the mirrored walls. Tall, ivory columns lined the room, wrapped in silk drapery, while soft music from a string quartet filled the air with an air of sophistication. Guests in designer gowns and tailored suits moved through the space, their laughter an
  21. vanalas
    Gael’s life takes an unexpected turn when he’s forced into a situation beyond his control. But things take a darker twist as an obsessed lover and haunting memories from his past resurface, threatening to destroy everything. Faced with a future he never imagined, Gael must decide: is he ready to let go of the past and embrace his new life, or will it continue to hold him captive?
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    The darkness of the cell was impenetrable, thick and suffocating, as if it had taken on a life of its own. The only sounds were the distant drip of water, echoing off the cold, damp walls, a slow, agonizing rhythm that only served to deepen the silence, the loneliness. Each drop felt like a reminder—time passing, moments slipping away, and him trapped here, fading. The stench of sweat, old blood, and mildew clung to the air, heavy and suffocating, a constant reminder that he was here. In th
  23. vanalas
    Thanks for the hype 😂 😂 😂 😂
  24. vanalas
    Thanks for the hype 😂 😂 😂 😂
  25. vanalas
    I'm right on the chopping block with this one 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 I need to be very careful
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