His Gone
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Last published Mon, Feb 27, 2017
"2 hours left " He said. I looked up and stared at his eyes, "What do you mean? " i asked. He smiled and kissed my forehead, he whispered. " I love you Raivyn Asphire Collins."
Little did i know that it was his last word he told me. Where is he?
Traivor Sven Donate, Come back. I need you.
I was broken inside. I stayed at home and never came out. I cried everynight remembering our moment together. It hurts. Why did he leave? Where did he go? I love you travy, please come back to me.
- no one knows where travor went, 9 months pass by. Travor came back, do you think Raiven will still remember him? With his new look?
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"To bastards!" I said, gesturing to Vincent and Mason. "And to the girls that endure all the pain." I clicked Tina's glass while she watched me take another glass, "And to the absolute horror of getting a divorce a week before your birthday because you were stupid enough to like the bastard." I bowed while everyone stared at me. The anger radiated off Vincent while I took another glass. "This one is for you, my loving husband." I chuckled slurring as I got up, "I mean ex-husband, and you, if you may, please get the fuck out." I pointed between Mason and Vincent, a hiccup escaping my lips. "Both of you. Faith was the only thing that brought them back together, but will it be on their side again? Vincent and Laura had known each other since they were children. He searched for twelve years just to get her back, and when he did, his past began to emerge from the shadows, ready to claw back at him for all of his mistakes. Vincent Johnson, dubbed the "King of Business," was not to be underestimated. He made an impression on the world that no one could forget. He was domineering, and he drew a great deal of attention from many across the world. No one could ever match his power because he was godlike. But there was one who didn't care about his criteria and didn't consider him to be a god. Laura Smith, the girl who stole his heart. [[Word Count: 91,000- 100,000]] Cover was done by me. Please don't steal my work.
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