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Everybody around me was high or drunk or both. Putrid and alcohol were smells that didn't mix well but Alexis clone was far beyond masculine. It was a scent that melt you heart and you craved to smell more.
I was crushed between Alexis and his muscular body and the straight bricked wall. Alexis in front and the wall at the back. Not a good combination if you ask me.
"THERE IS A END TO ALL GAMES, THERE IS AN END TO ALL LIFE," he screeched over the many drunken voices.
He rested his forehead against mine, he leaned on my body for support, he imprisoned my frame into his as he closed his worn out eyes. His breath coiled with my breath, he was too drunk but he would remember. Alexis always remembered. I stiffened underneath his shadowing throne.
Out of breath he whispered, "And we are all fucking addicted to games, and that is our weakness....Addictions,"
Bitch I love that part...Alexis is gone crazy. WARNING! THIS BOOK 'IS' FULL OF CRAZINESS.
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Addictions [REVERSE]
General FictionAddictions are the worst because once you get addicted there is no stopping and all of us get addicted be it to a song or a band or to a certain type of food. Once we're addicted there's no turning back. So I, Liana Jones, age 25 and am a addict. On...