Mischief / Daniel Howell

Mischief / Daniel Howell

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Apparently in this house, groaning in pain was becoming my new hobby. I took a sharp breath in, looking up at the figure that towers over me. Being scared was an understatement. I was truly petrified. The way he strolls around me is enough to almost send me in to a pit of tears and heavy breathing. Almost. "Jennifer, I'm going to ask you one more time. What do you think you're doing out?" Dan asked me, a scowl placed on his face. Even though I felt my stomach plummet from the realisation that I'm not getting out this time, I didn't want to show weakness. "Fuck off." I saw him visibly clench his knuckles into fists, and he chuckled lowly. "Wrong move." --------------------------- Jennifer Brighton could never grasp why she was kidnapped by a gang of boys. And honestly she didn't care. She kept trying to get out, but to what cost? And what mischief could she get into while doing so?
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His Possession. Mafia Romance. Dark Romance. Enemies To Lovers. "Let me go!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I just barely managed to suppress earlier is now clawing its way back up to the surface, rearing its ugly head once again, and hits ten times harder than before. The sensation is literally paralyzing. The feeling totally bypassing 'fight' or 'flee' and going straight to freeze. I feel like yacking up all that greasy food I had eaten during my shift at the diner. But I swallow the urge to do so and grit my teeth. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to yack all over this pretentious douche. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. Before I could even finish forming a coherent thought, the car swerved hard to the side of the road and comes to a sudden stop, sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collides with the smooth leather of the dashboard. I hear him rustling around, but can't see much due to the black spots in my vision. You know, from literally eating the dash. I hear the sound of something popping open and then liquid being poured. "Tell me kitten," I hear him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckles as he reaches across the console to press a rag to my face. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss: Luca Adorno. NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

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