The Sweet Bite

The Sweet Bite

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Paranormal
When Ivory Ray's parents shipped her out to the middle of nowhere-to a school she didn't even know existed-she got a rude awakening, she had thought that her parents loved her unconditionally but after weeks of trying to get ahold of them, she gave up hope of ever getting her old life back. St. Catherine's is a school that is a little different. It sits in the middle of a gloomy forest, away from civilisation. It's gothic architecture gives you a sense of foreboding doom. There is one simple rule; never loose hope. It did not take long for Ivory to realise that there is something very, very wrong with this school. People go missing, shadows seemed to follow her every step and depression hung over the school like thick fog. Then, something that changed Ivory's life forever happened. She caught the attention of the mysterious Latin teacher. She wasn't in his class but every once in a while she would see him walking down the halls. It was impossible not to gravitate toward him but at the same time she wanted to run and hide every time she saw his figure.
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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