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Love Is So Cliché

Love Is So Cliché

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Mar 11, 2014
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The weather was very cold and rainy the day's prior. It drizzled a little. I just decided to leave the house on a whim. I found my self taking a bus to Bonnie's house. When I reached the bus stop that was next to the cinnabon. I just started walking. I looked like a zombie, not caring what the weather was like, or what was in my way. I just kept walking. A hour and half of walking, I had past Jake's house. It really started to pour, but I wasnt phased. I had made it to Bonnie's I just sat down on her old porch and looked miserable. I sat there for a while, with this stupid list in my hand. I have just 1 month left, I don't have my best friend with me, I have many regrets of not trying harder to be more adventurous, and I still haven't told anyone that I was moving.  There was no point in sitting in this rain any longer, even though I sat there for a long time, my mind still wasn't cleared. I got up and shuffled my way back to the bus stop. I was reading the list over and over, all of it seemed stupid. I threw the list over my shoulder, not even caring if it got ruined. I walked on.  "What are you doing out here?" Spoke a familiar voice. A sting ran through my body, I was cold and wet from the rain. I turned around to face Jake, with a cold expression on my face. " thinking... What are you doing out here?" " wondering if your all right?" He spoke softly.  "No I'm not alright"  "Let me take you home,Amelia. Its cold and you seem not to be doing so well" "Ok..." I did not object to this. -WARNING- there are are mature scenes at points. Read at your own risk. The text is suitable for mature users and ranks a fairly high maturity level at points. My deepest apologizes If some of my grammar or words are mixed up. English is my third language behind Norwegian and french. So there tends to be error in translation. However I try my absolute best to make the story sound and look correct. Again my deepest regards.
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"Who told you to lay on my bed little girl?" I heard a deep comanding voice said from the door. "Well you were not here and it's not customary to keep your guests waiting so I decided to make myself comfortable" I responded with a smirk. "So you think this is funny or acceptable?" He said with his voice clearly annoyed and irritated. "Are you irritated your highness?" "I see you are mocking me again" "Non-sense, I am just addressing you with respect in regards to your position in this household" "What are you playing at little girl?" "I take offence to being called little girl, your grace" "Are you not a little girl?" "The same little girl you had dressed in this lingerie to look sexy for you so you can get a hard on and push your cock inside of?" "Fair point" He said as he threw his head back laughing. I didn't see what was funny so I couldn't join in with him. "Are you a virgin ummm......what's your name again?? Vogue?" He said with a smirk. It was his turn to be saucy. So he think he is cute eh? Well let's see about that. "Your close, it's Voshé" I said with a smile. _ _ A very angry and mostly evil italian who was paid to get rid of a family, and sucessfully did so, inherited alot of riches and began to involve himself with his father's dark mafia business. His name was Lorenzio Francesco Rossio. Everyone saw him as a heartless greek god who seems to be immortal. There must be something that even the devil is afraid of........ - - Voshéllisa is a suicidal girl whose family was killed by the instruction of the former papa Lorenzio Snr. She was raised in a training home. The girl had a darkness looming over her from the moment she felt as though she lost everything, but what happens when you put two darkness together?? Isnt two negatives suppose to make a positive?? But can these negatives really make a positive?? ........

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