Ruth
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[#1 in #evilaunt, #76 in #siblingrivalry] ✿ ✿ ✿ I frowned a little as I observed the disorder before me. Strange. Shouldn't they be in the centre of all this chaos. My eyebrows drew together as I walked closer to the heat, returning the weird looks my neighbors were giving me. Why were they looking at me like that anyway? I thought, irritated. And where in the world were my grandparents?! Weren't they asleep when I left? That was when it hit me. That horrible thought. ✿ ✿ ✿ Ruth never knew her parents. She's always known her grandparents as her family and her life was just fine like that. But one day, everything's takes a dramatic turn-for the worse; and while she's trying to cope with her grief, and make new friends, and cope with an elusive cute boy, she also has to learn to live with the strange things happening around her and in her head. This is a story of strength, family and friendship. This is the first draft. There'll be some mistakes and typos. Point 'em out, will you sweetie?
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"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

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