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Devil's Due
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Ongoing, First published Aug 13, 2020
"We should kill 'em" the one they called 'Baby' held the gun on Harry. He was sweating bullets, praying for a miracle. She tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"P....please." Harry pleaded. "I have money. Whatever you want. It's yours." she narrowed her eyes, the black smeared around them making the blue look even brighter. 

"Dewey. Put this one in the back. Cuff him good."  Dewey obeyed immediately, stepping in front of Baby and grabbing Harry roughly by the shoulder. 

 "Hey!" Camille shouted, trying to stand up, Baby leveled her gun at the girl, who froze. 

"I wouldn't if I were you." 


Stranded at a desolate Motel Harry and Camille encounter a stranger family with a penchant for bloodlust. 

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the one where Harry gets abducted
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10 parts Ongoing Mature

He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you, yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break--I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**