The Dead Walking

The Dead Walking

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"Jackpot" I whisper walking up to the door. As soon as i walk in i close my eyes and take a deep breath. Almost everything was gone, the store looked like it had been cleaned out. Maybe theres still something. Going down the aisle literally everything was gone. When i got to the last aisle there was one lone box on the shelve. twinkies, it's a box of fuckin twinkies. I rip the box open and quite literally shaved a whole twinkie down my throat. "mhmmmmmm on my god." I moan "Not that i'm not enjoying the show but imma need you to turn around real slow and put your hands in the air kitten." A deep voice whispers in my ear.
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My breath hitched when he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "your eyes are beautiful." I couldn't understand what I was feeling, like butterflies in my stomach. I felt all happy and giggly inside, it was scaring me. I wasn't suppose to feel this way, I wasn't suppose to feel anything at all. "You look adorable when you blush," he whispered huskily, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He had such a strong effect on me and I didn't like it one bit. He smelled good though, like cinnamon and forest. His nose brushed against my cheek sending shocks. I pushed him away, and suddenly felt cold. Highest Ranking Original Genre: #13 in Werewolf Highest Ranking Tags: #10 in Mates #11 in Murder #7 in Mine #8 in Gangs #55 in Love (Unedited)

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