Fallen Angel
  • Reads 34
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 36m
  • Reads 34
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 4
  • Time 36m
Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2019
From house to house, Angelica has the burning memory of her parents and her old life taunting her. She was now in a home that looked perfect from the outside, but was dark and full of secrets inside. In fear of people finding out her secret, she stayed quiet and followed orders from her foster brother, Jack. 

Maximus, the typical bad boy from all the cliche movies and books. Littered with tattoos and stood above all of the student body at a fearful 6'9 height. He was a leader and caused fear throughout each student in William J. Franklin high school. 

What happens when Maximus caught Jack doing horrible acts upon little Angelica.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.