White Elephants

White Elephants

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Korshunova- the femme fatale of the modern Casanova- died when she realized that her hair could not sustain the weight of her beloved prince. The first time I saw her majestically carved face was in a magazine, the same one that outlined her exquisite figure as though carving a goddess out of glass, a mystique out of ice, a princess out of snow. I slowly fell in love with her confident looks, though nothing out of lust or the like. A simple dedication. An effortless beauty. Now as I tread the road of her premature departure, that glory was unasked for. She wanted the same things that we did: love. Intimacy. Desire. The sixth year after she leapt from a high-rise window, I remember her last minutes before she plummeted to her death. Here is the fictional story of a very real girl, dedicated to that very girl who died because she hated her hair. Remember Ruslana Korshunova.
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WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. "Please take me home" I no longer felt like going to work I didn't want my patient to see me devastated and terrified. After a few minutes we reached my apartment as I was about to get out he locked the doors I shivered feeling him turn towards me by now my eyes were glossy. I slowly turned to look at him the smell of blood was painted on him the tears rolled down my cheeks his thick thumb wiped them away my body was shaking I was terrified of this man when his skin made contact with mine my body tingled with a foreign emotion, I looked up at his eyes letting him touch me afraid he would kill me if I moved. "Goodnight my Queen" I shivered at the title he had given me, I was scared to the bone and I was not about to argue with him while he had a taste for blood the look in his eyes told me he still wanted more when he entered the car earlier on. He tenderly kissed my forehead lingering as my heart exploded I waited patiently and shut my eyes praying for him to remove his lips from my skin so I could go home. He finally did and when he unlocked the car doors I jumped out and hurried to my apartment not looking back at the devil in the car. I finally reached my apartment panting and shut the door sliding down my door crying hysterically, I could still feel his cold lips on me. What did I just witness tonight. What did I get myself into. I was scared of the future because I knew surely he would be back to check on his Queen. Highest Rankings #1 in Dark Romance. #1 in Possessive. #1 in Crazy. #1 in Dark Love. #1 in Psycho. © 2016 MCU, All rights reserved.

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