Story cover for Illusion - h.s. by moldyky
Illusion - h.s.
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    Tempo 3h 12m
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    Votos 294
  • WpPart
    Capítulos 16
  • WpHistory
    Tempo 3h 12m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jan 02, 2019
Maduro
"What do you think you're doing here?" I spoke lowly with the knife held up to his throat. All he did was smile even wider as I pressed onto his skin.
"I could ask you the same thing Ruby, or is it Marcella?" He smiles and straightens, being completely unfazed by the weapon threatening him. "Tell me, does everyone know about the little show you put on at night? Or in this environment are you strictly the boss?" He whispers with a laugh.
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