Help! Woke up to find himself lying in a luxury suite on the Titanic.
The original owner was Carl Hockley's distant cousin. I decided to stay away from this arrogant and gloomy cousin.
But when Ruth jumped into the sea and was rescued by Jack, why did Carl press me against the porthole and sneer: "You seem to be looking forward to my breaking off the engagement?"
The muscle lines under his shirt undulated with his breathing, making my fingertips numb with heat.
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Crazy little sweet story (no), no logic, just a story about taming a scummy man
If you like it, just collect it. Readers, do you prefer short stories or long stories?
Intention: Self-introduction that breaks labels