NISA LENAVILLE (Broken Beats)
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Last published Sat, May 30, 2020
I want you all to remember this face, I am Nisa Lenaville, revenge personified.
Evil people like the McCoy's should not exist. Not for long though cause I am coming for you and nothing will get in my way. . .
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Snippet 1 I took a slow sip of the tea she'd made, letting the rich, dark taste settle on my tongue. It was perfect-just the way she made me liked it. "You always make it exactly right," I murmured, my voice a low hum of approval. Her lips parted slightly, as if my praise had caught her off guard. I tilted my head, watching her carefully. "You're good with your hands, aren't you, little dove?" She inhaled sharply, her entire body going rigid. I let the words hang there, letting her mind twist them into whatever meaning she wanted. Then, with a quiet, deliberate exhale, I leaned in-just enough to make her feel my presence. Close, but not touching. Her breath hitched. "If you're going to tremble around me," I said, my voice dipping lower, "at least figure out whether it's from fear or something else." Snippet 2 "You should be careful, dove." My voice was low, almost a murmur. "Looking at a man like that? You might make him think you want something." Her lips pressed together, her lashes fluttering. I could feel the way her pulse quickened beneath my fingertips. I leaned in, just close enough that my breath ghosted over her skin. "Or worse," I continued, letting my thumb graze the edge of her jaw. "You might make him want to give it to you." Milestones #1 in Serbian out of 220 stories #1 in Brokenheroine out of 12 stories #1 in Underboss out of 77 stories #4 in BadboygoodgirlComplete
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