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⚠️ This is a fictional story. ⚠️
All characters are fictional, their opinions and actions are in no way real, or related to the real world.
⚠️ This story contains mature themes. ⚠️
Mature themes such as violence, harassment, self-harm, suicide-attempts, sex, alcohol- and drug-abuse.
⚠️ Read with caution! ⚠️
I will not post warnings on the chapters containing mature themes. This is your only warning.
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"You're so damn gorgeous, Ives," he says, and leans up to meet my lips again.
He's the one that's gorgeous, and I feel myself completely loose myself once again. His lips are dominating my own, as his hands travel down my back, and he tugs on my shirt, to release it from my skirt. His hands then caresses my bare skin for a few minutes, before he sits up.
He brings me with him, and I'm now straddling his lap. His eyes are filled with lust, and I'm so damn scared, for completely different reasons than earlier tonight.
His skillful fingers finds the buttons of my shirt, and he opens them slowly, while I lean back down towards him, to make our lips connect again. I might come to my senses if he doesn't keep kissing me.
He tugs the shirt off of me, and his hands run across my bare stomach.
He stops, suddenly, and I feel a sharp sting under my left boob.
"What happened? Are you..."
He trails off, as he looks down at my body, and I stiffen.
Holy shit, I forgot all about that.
"Ives... What is this?" he asks, and he pulls his hands away from me.
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Ives has just moved away from her overprotective brother and their alcoholic dad to go to college. She is trying her best to put her past behind her, but it keeps coming back to haunt her.
In this book we get to know Ives and her new friends as she struggles with her newfound freedom.
(This is the first book in the Life series.)
A few snippets so far:
I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it.
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I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me.
What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL!
"Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working.
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Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched.
"You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks.
"I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me.
"You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.