Little White Lies

Little White Lies

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Instead of counting down the seconds of my life, I count another thing instead. Lies. My lies. The ones I am currently living. The first few role off my tongue easily, like I have thought of them millions of times. Which I guess I have. They begin to flow from my mind, coming in the usual order. 1) my name is Skye Wilder. Lie 2) I'm 18 years old. Lie 3) I live with my uncle. Lie 4) my parents died in a car crash. Lie 5) I have ADHD. Lie 6) I have brown hair. Lie 7) I'm an only child. Lie 8) I was born in California. Lie 9) I have a sorta boyfriend/fling back home. Lie 10) I'm a natural Human Being. Lie The list continues to spill out as I remind myself. You're different. This is not real. Stop pretending you can adapt to this habitat. You will have to leave soon. You're not them. And you never will be.
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Unable to resist any longer, I closed the distance, pressing my lips gently against his. Our pace was slow at first, but then he lost control, and his kiss became rougher, more urgent. He pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. "Has anyone touched you here before?" Blake broke the kiss, his voice impossibly low as he lightly brushed his thumb across my hardened nipple. Ripples of pleasure coursed through me, and my groin began to throb, my underwear soaked with desire. My breath hitched from his touch, and I shook my head. He let out a light growl and pinched my nipple harder. "Has anyone touched these before?" he repeated. I whimpered, "No... no one but you." Blake let out a deep growl and kissed me roughly again. I was consumed by him. I tore my lips from his to suck in a much-needed breath. I could feel his arousal straining against my leg, his breathing heavy. _______________________________________________________ My name is Elara Whittingham. I am seventeen and have magical abilities. That may sound amazing, but my life is anything but sunshine and rainbows. You see, my parents are wanted criminals. They seek power and magical items to enhance their power to take over the world. As for me, I'm their only child and a disgrace to them as I don't agree with them. I've refused to use my magic around them for them. And suffer the consequences. One day, I build up the courage to run away and meet someone who helps me get into a magic academy, where my life begins to look up. I make friends, create enemies, and fall in love. Professor Blake Wade. Not only did he save me, but he is everything I could ever want or need in life. Without him, I don't know what would have become of me. But my life's not that easy. What happens when my past begins to catch up to me? When my lies began to crumble? When the truth of my identity is finally revealed? Will everyone I love still accept me?

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