Just Let Me Kill You

Just Let Me Kill You

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"Well done Miss Buswell. I have one last task for you." A smirk appeared on my face as I wiped a drop of blood from my cheek, letting it smear a little. "You must kill him." I picture was slid across the table towards me. I must kill him. I must kill Joseph Sugg (MURDER, BLOOD AND STRONG LANGUAGE WILL BE MENTIONED THROUGH MOST/ALL CHAPTERS)
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A short story Joanne AU A little idea I had that grew into a short 16 chapter book. Read it if you wish! **preview** "Oh my god, sorry," Joe heard, just after a small, fast moving body collided with him on a busy street causing the coffee in his hand to wobble dangerously. He blinked and looked down, seeing a woman with short brown hair picking up something she had dropped- her phone- Joe realised. She picked it up and wiped it against her leg with a groan. "Don't worry," he held his hand out for her, "here." The petite woman took his hand and Joe's stomach flip-flopped churning the bagel he had inhaled on his way out of the door this morning; the woman's hand felt all too familiar. As she reached his eye level, Joe had to stop a gasp that was trying to escape his lips, "Dianne?" "Yes? How do you know my n-" she had just looked up at him from the phone in her hand and all words flew from her head at the sight of those piercing eyes. "I don't believe it." "Joe," she dropped his hand, "oh my, bloody hell." There was a moment or two of what could only be described as an awkwardly unpleasant silence, as they both took the person in front of them in, in all of their glory.

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