selling her soul

selling her soul

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the shadows ran behind me making me dead for my safety as well as the safety of my little brothers. bravely...or stupidly I trudged on holding both of their hands.when I suddenly heard gunshots!! my brothers screamed I hurriedly shushed them and lifting my youngest brother drake off of the ground. i ran pulling my other brother Travis along with us....not even daring to look back....Suddenly I ran into a wall...which in turn made me fall on my rear with drake landing on my abdomen...only it was not a wall...but a hulk of a man with the most piercing pair of sea green eyes you have ever saw.... Serena Bryan Carter is only 18 years old...she is voluptuous...curvy...well educated....tough and most importantly she had a gift that sets her apart from the rest.....she can ONLY tell the truth....not even if she tried will she be able to tell even the smallest of lies. Damien maximus Macmillan is a 32 year old billionaire.....he amassed his fortunes by rather questionable means.....he is dark..mean...dominating and a bit cruel.....his heart was once shattered by a b*!@h of a woman...he now vows to never let another woman rule him....... but you know what they say about saying never 😉
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Cover art: me © All Rights Reserved

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