If I closed my eyes, I knew, I knew I would make out a small dark butterfly, fluttering off his chest. Sashaying right and left, no knowledge of how to fly. I could imagine the thing, flapping with too much strength, getting tired. Sitting, sleeping. Wilting away. And somehow, someway Harry would bring it back, set it...
"Harry stop!" I screamed "you're going to kill him!" I added. He turned towards me his eyes blazing and told me in a deep growling voice "he needs to understand. He. Can't. Have. You." Then he spoke two simple words that sent chills down my spine that I hated to hear "you're mine"
There's something odd about him. He's no ordinary customer, I can tell you that. He's here for a reason. A reason I have yet to figure out. A girl with a secret is being watched by a mysterious boy. [h.s. au]
"You're going to be my freaking stepbrother! You are mad." "You think I really think I give a shit about this whole step-brother, new family crap?" he repels, turning away from me. Now I'm left with a thousand thoughts about this bad boy character labeled as my step-brother and his god damn good lips. ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇ ⚇
"Give me sex and your time and I'll buy you anything you want, baby." In which a girl takes up an offer, but then realizes that it isn't as easy and simple as she thought it'd be. Highest rank: fanfiction #3 This story is so bad I wrote it in 2014. Be warned.
"Jack, we really shouldn't" I whispered. His lips made contact with the nape of my neck. "Johnson won't know, don't worry Lia" he said, taking my skin between his teeth and nipping slightly. I could hear the music in the background from my party. "has anyone seen Lia and Jack!" Johnson yelled. His voice filling the...