I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get...
❝choose your last words, this is the last time 'cos you and i, we were born to die.❞
Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance
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❝CEO of a top business or not, you're still the first guy I've seen who comes to the local bar in a ruffled shirt.❞ *** Deidre Winter has been living in the shadow of her care-free and promiscuous big sister since she was a little girl. And when her older sibling pulls the final straw by sleeping with her boyfriend, D...
It's just about every girl's dream to have her night in shining armour, to be rescued and live happily ever after. But this isn't that kind of story. There's hatred, jealousy, and revenge. In the end, it may seem like your average fairy tail.. Or will it? ~ All Rights Reserved ~
"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
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