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The assassin~Eric (divergent)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 08, 2019
The Rebel sequel~


"I'm from hell. I'll bring you hell," he faced my back as I struggle with the ropes holding me in place, "And I'll make your life a living hell," he leaned in nuzzling my neck.


"I hate you. I hate you so much." I tried steadying my hitched breath.


I tried tilting my neck away from him, but it was no use as the ropes holding me to the chair won't budge.

"I hate you too," he presses his lips to mine.
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