Straight Outta Central City!

Straight Outta Central City!

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., janv. 8, 2018
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"Burry?" I asked, furrowing deeply. Sam nodded his head slowly before shaking it frantically. "No." He said, heavily. I looked at his face which was buried between his hands. He was sitting on his bed and I was standing in front of him or more like hovering over him. "Okay!" I jumped a little, "I get it right this time." Sam pulled his head from between his hands before giving me a death glare which made me add instantly, "I promise." He slumped backwards on the bed with a soft thump. "Berry, then?"I asked him for the seventh or maybe eight time since past ten minutes. He stood up in a instant from his bed like a lightning bolt before pacing back and forth in front of me in, what seemed to me, frustration. He tugged at his black hair before shouting loudly. "For fuck sakes! It's neither B-U-R-R-Y nor B-E-R-R-Y, Am!!" I swear to god, his loudness had definitely given a major heart attack to our neighbours. "Geez, Sam!" I exclaimed, rubbing my hands over my ears to soothe away the pain that he had caused, just now. "You made my fragile ears to bleed with your quadraplesaurus like voice." He threw me a pointed look before wondering out loud, "Why am I wasting my breath on you, again?" I smiled wickedly. "Because, if you won't waste your foul breath," I made a nasty face, "on me then I will go freaking right now and tell that blonde your new phone number." I chirped the last past, sing-songly. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Join in the humor and adventure of Barry and Am after they both meet each other. How they cope up with what comes in their way? How they both would survive in the world of evil? This is a novel based on the television show 'The Flash'.
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18 + my book has matured content "FUCK YOU! Fuck you, Ace!" I sobbed, the words coming out as a broken mess. I lunged for the handle and flung the door open, desperate for air-desperate for anyone who didn't look at me with that much cruelty. My eyes instantly collided with Carter's. His baby blue eyes were no longer nervous; they were blazing with a protective rage. He stood nearly as tall as Ace, his own ink-covered arms shaking with a fury that matched the man behind me. Beside him, Nichole was shaking, too, her face a mask of pure terror as she saw the state of me. Their expressions shifted in a heartbeat, their gazes darting behind me. I didn't even have time to see the shadow. A massive, calloused hand clamped onto my waist, hauling me backward off my feet with a violent jerk. Ace didn't even acknowledge the two of them; he just ignored their presence entirely and slammed the heavy steel door shut, the bolt sliding home with a finality that felt like a death sentence. "STOP TRYING TO LEAVE!" Ace screamed, his fingers digging into my arm as he hauled me farther into the dark belly of the locker room. I ripped myself from his grasp with a desperate surge of strength, stumbling back. My chest was heaving, my lungs burning as if the room had run out of oxygen. "Maybe I am trying to find someone to prostitute myself out to! Maybe Cox wants to buy me for a night! He needs someone to cheer him up after his fucking loss!" I lunged at him, shoving his chest with both hands, over and over. He didn't even flinch. It was like trying to push back a mountain of stone and ink. I felt like I was being choked, my breath coming in jagged, shallow hitches while my makeup smeared down my face, mixing with the hot tracks of my tears. I didn't know if I was crying because I was outraged or because I was completely devastated; I just knew I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to feel just an inch of the jagged glass cutting through me right now. (Cover is AI it's fake.)

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