venom ; on hiatus

venom ; on hiatus

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"Right now I could be fucking so many girls,but I'm stuck with you're sore ass", he glanced at her. She didn't reply, she gazed into the distance warily. She could feel him gazing at her, then he snorted and turned away, only causing the handcuffs to rattle. "Are you deaf?",he sent her a nasty glare. "No", she said softly while gazing coldly at him. Silence filled the cold air, a few times Conan shot her looks, but she didn't move one bit. "Are you threatening me with this silence, Eclàare?", he made an agressive sound as he tucked the hair behind her ear. "You know lots of girls would like the chance to be handcuffed to me",he whispered into Eclàare's ear. She gave him a cold stare. ______________________________ Jasmine Eclàare has a heart of stone, she can't feel a feeling at all, not pity, not sadness, not anything anymore. She was pretty sure she died emotionally, as if someone sucked her soul out, so she was moving without any emotions. Almost like a zombie... She was cold and dead to many people, not that Jasmine minded of course. Many secrets hide inside her, controlling her life. Conan Hales is the usual clichè bad boy around school, getting into fights and into girl's hearts. But of course if there is a bad boy, there is the usual 'hump and dump' mindset. What happens when enemies reunite when they are handcuffed together? Will Jasmine's heart of stone melt into gold? Or will they forget the little incident ever happened?
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She steps past me, hips swaying deliberately, pulling me in like a predator. Her helmet is fixed forward but her voice stalks me like a shadow no amount of light can take away. Slowly, deliberately, she slides her slender gloved hand down the cool metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding her recklessness. I lean in and press my fingers to the collar of her suit, and slowly drag them to the dip underneath her belly button where the zipper ends. She tenses suddenly, her breath catching. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "Beauty might buy you an audience, but it won't buy you speed." I slowly drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I bridge the ever-closing gap between us, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets, Angel." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, and the roar of the engines, he can't take his eyes off her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.

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