I Can't Stop [Niam]

A story of a girl who disguised herself as a boy to protect herself from dangers of life. She is a kind thief if that is even possible. She is just living her life, she might have ended it long ago but one promise with her mother always stops her from taking that step.In this journey she will meet many people and one of it might be the one who will stay with her forever. but the problem is she doesn't belive in forever and love... it is out of question!

She was born different-She knew thatShe was hated-She knew thatThey left her in piecesShe grabbed those pieces and made them her weaponBecause she knew life will be her Storm.Kiara Storm.Started Aug,21,2020Ended Feb, 21, 2021First book I've written ! = Heavy Cringe🚧 UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION 🚧IF IT DOESN'T SAY EDITED MOST LIKELY ITS FULL OF MISTAKES,CRINGE AND INFORMATION THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE SO HIGHELY RECOMMENDED TO NOT READ PAST PARTS THAT DOESN'T SAY EDITED!!🚶🏽‍♀️SO DONT COME AT ME OKAY I WAS TRYING 🌚☠EITHER WAY YALL COMMENTS MAKE ME LAUGH REGARDLESS 🤣🏃🏾‍♀️💨*Also my other books aren't as corny as this- trust me.**(don't own any pictures or videos/ pics can be found on Pinterest)*

There are limited career options for a young girl in the medieval times. Koko is a former orphan living at a convent, training to be a nun as per her mentor's fervent wish, Sister Teresa. As she grows into a young woman, she catches the eye of the local Lord's son whom she begins to trust, not realizing it would thrust her into a dangerous world of lust & passion. Would she have it any other way? Absolutely not. Follow Koko's sensual adventures in this short collection as she quenches her lust by simply following her instincts to reach true happiness.

She was seated next to the window seat. Strangely, I've been seeing her every day on my way to work, either in the morning or at night, either crossing across the street or catching a glimpse of her back anywhere I go. I grinned as I approached her. I touched her shoulder making her jump slightly. "Is this seat taken?" I questioned why she was looking up at me with big eyes. "Ye-ss, I mean No, no" she mumbled. I raised my brow at her stuttering and took a seat. "So I have a question to ask you." She put her phone down and made straight eye contact with me before leaning back in her chair and crossed her arms. "I believe I may have an answer to your question." I let out a small chuckle at her sudden confidence."Is it just a coincidence that I've been seeing you for the past three days after our little encounter, or are you a crazy stalker stalking me?" she sighed.

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Dominant. A person who wouldn't tolerate disrespect and known to be aggressive. Pfft! Not all of them. Dominant people only acts like that when their nature demands them to. I mean, I'm a dominant and I'm a girl. People said it's quite better because I'm not a guy, and God-knows-how aggressive a dominant guy would be.***** My body slammed against the wall of the living room attached to my room. "Never disrespect me again" he ground out as he pushes his body closer to mine. I whimpered. I guess I went too far. I have never been dominated before and this feeling of helplessness is scaring me. "I would never bow down to you" I spat at him. He slammed his fist beside my head and crushed my body between his and the wall. "Sooner or later you're going to be mine. Don't doubt on that" he leaned closer and nipped at my earlobe, teasing me. "Submit or be Dominated"

⚠️This story may contain violence, insults, mentions of blood or sexual content, as well as harassment. If you can't handle these topics well, I might recommend reading something else.⚠️