The Ghost Boys
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"What are three creepy guys doing in an abandoned house in the middle of the cemetery at night?"
Power and arrogance exuded off of them in heavy waves. However the one in the center was really starting to annoy me. Those irritatingly beautiful green eyes screamed that he was up to no good. To top it all off, he had a deep English accent. Go figure.
A wide, smug grin appeared on his face. Mischief sparkled proudly in his eyes.
"Oh, the fun hasn't even begun yet, love."
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