<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/">  <channel>    <title>Wattpad - by Ink-rease    </title>    <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss    </link>    <description>Wattpad - Discover a World of Unlimited Stories</description>    <image>      <title>Wattpad - by Ink-rease      </title>      <url>https://static.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/be/image/logo.gif?v=1776705543</url>      <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss      </link>    </image><item><title>Hormonotherapy</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1574340086-hormonotherapy-01-heather?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;Ink-rease / 75 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Heather&apos;s life is the perfect definition of messy, though she carries more than she seems. Plus, having an unlivable sister such as Alana - who by the way has a crush on Eliott, life has no plans to be fair anytime soon.

Eliott is that one hot, c...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heather&apos;s life is the perfect definition of messy, though she carries more than she seems. Plus, having an unlivable sister such as Alana - who by the way has a crush on Eliott, life has no plans to be fair anytime soon.

Eliott is that one hot, cute and handsome guy girls can&apos;t stop thinking about who somehow manages to get under Heather&apos;s skin every single chance he gets, despite Alana&apos;s existence.

And though they&apos;ve known each other since kindergarten, they spend most of their time arguing over nonsense. And now, as if sharing the same high school wasn&apos;t already enough, they are coworkers at a small coffee shop.

Then comes a night.

One unlucky night.

When Eliott had the brilliant idea to crash his lips on Heather&apos;s during a lame game called &apos;Truth or Dare&apos; at no one else but Alana&apos;s birthday.

And that&apos;s when things start getting spicier - even dangerously complicated.

....

&quot;I really should go, now,&quot; I say as if something else - or rather someone, was holding me in this car. 

&quot;Yeah,&quot; he mutters. &quot;It&apos;s late. Eve will sue you if you don&apos;t show up in time.&quot;

&quot;Oh - so you&apos;re not...like...going to ask me to stay longer?&quot;

&quot;Is that what you&apos;re waiting from me?&quot;

&quot;No - yeah, but I mean...that&apos;s kind of your thing. You know...getting under my skin,&quot; I mutter.

His hands tighten on the steering wheel and he stares back straight ahead.

&quot;The thought crossed my mind,&quot; he just let go smoothly. As if these words didn&apos;t cost anything to me. As if it didn&apos;t cost my sanity.

&quot;But if I let it win...&quot; his voice goes low, rough, deep and honest. &quot;I might not stop myself this time. And I fear that even this car wouldn&apos;t be enough to hold me.&quot;

Then he turns to look at me again, his hands still unmoving.

&quot;If I ask you to stay, I won&apos;t take you home. Not even back to my place. I&apos;ll take you right here, in this car, on your seat or in the backseat if required. And I&apos;ll make sure to make you feel everything I feel right right now.&quot;</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/1574340086-hormonotherapy-01-heather?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/401111491-256-k89970.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Hormonotherapy</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>