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Anise

LECTURAS 36
Votos 5
Partes 4
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LECTURAS 36
Votos 5
Partes 4
Hora 15m

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Logan pushed open the door to see a pool of blood surrounding her. Anise's brown hair soaked in the red liquid. Stick and smelled of iron. Her green eyes glassed over. "Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! What the hell?!" Logan screamed, throwing her self over the girl's bleeding body. Rolling her over. "Call the cops!" She screamed, Steph stumbled to get her phone, pulling it out and dialling the number. "Hello? Yeah, we found this girl in a puddle of blood, she doesn't seem to be breathing, okay... Logan check her pulse!" The blonde quickly pressed her fingers onto Anise's neck and wrist. "Nothing,"Todos los derechos reservados

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The Pink Hotel

From the moment Blair stepped into The Pink Hotel she knew something was wrong. She just chose to ignore it. That was her first mistake. She didn't know just how wrong things really were. She didn't know the secrets the hotel kept and she didn't know about the blood that filled the walls. But she'll find out. What happens when she needs to find out? When she had no other choice then to do so? What happens when the walls she built comes crashing down? What happens to her? The person she built over all these years. The person who can only believe what she sees. What happens when she brought down to her littlest form and left with nothing?