Those Blues
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The city of lights illuminating the streets. Gigantic LCD decorating the buildings with ads from many multi-billion dollar companies. I turned my head to walk down the alleyway bar Beaufort Street when my favourite advertisement caught my eyes. "Did you bokeh my child? Bokeh...Un-bokeh" As it came to an end, I looked at the back of a bus stop with hundreds of wanted posters. One in particular caught my attention. A poster of a woman, WANTED for 1st degree murder case. But something felt familiar. The piercing blue eyes was definitely registered in my mind. I quickly dialled the New York Police Department (NYPD) number in the poster. As the ring continued, a man answered. "Hello, I would like to report on the blue-eyed woman wanted for 1st Degree murder. I have seen her in the diner I work before." WARNING!!! This story is triggering for people with severe depression or homicide thoughts. Please don't red this book if you're not willing to go for a rollercoaster ride.
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*Mature Content Warning* I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He's silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer." *** She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy.

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