He had the chiseled features of a Brazilian model, just like Franchisco Lachowski. Thick, dark, perfectly curved eyebrows that sat over his deep-set eyes. Gosh, his eyes. A distant colour of turquoise that seemed to get brighter towards his pupils. High cheekbones that accompanied his tall nose that was broken too many times and blood red lips that curved up at the sides and pulled out dimples when he grinned.
His collarbones bulged gracefully, pointing to the toned shoulders of a baseball player. His right side was slightly bigger than his left because he threw with it in baseball. I adored the way he twisted his body and let his elbows and wrist snap, firing the ball and letting it fly. The smirk he wore when he got the ball and tagged a runner out.
Haynes Dimitri wasn't mine.
But I wanted him so badly.
So bad I was willing to kill. Because we belonged together.
Because every time I saw him laughing and getting touchy with his girlfriend, my head would burn. My eyes would cloud with red and my nails dug so hard into my palms they left red semicircles. My ears would spew steam. My jaw would ache from grinding my teeth so hard.
Mine, is all I would think.
It's like he didn't even have a name anymore.
He was just Mine.
And I was going to kill for him to see that.
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I really like books with teen serial killers. This girl (Emma Lyndon) is one of the most ruthless killers you'll see, I guarantee it :)
> not for the faint hearted
> based in LA but I'm from Singapore so I write in British spelling.
> it can get gory
> I'm bipolar, so my writing styles may change. I also abandon things easily, so don't expect updates
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jackknife
Mystery / ThrillerEmma Lyndon wants Haynes Dimitri. She thinks he's hers. He's not hers. She will kill for it to happen. ><><><><><><><><><><>< •not for the faint hearted •very gory •written in British spelling •very dark :)
