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Wicked Intentions

Wicked Intentions

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Romance
What would you think if ghosts really existed? what would you think if there were spirits all around you, feeding off your wicked desires? Let me tell you a seceret...these things do exist, and they're always around. But what if there was one spirit in particular that was stewing in her own evil desires for years, and you just happened to bring her into this world? Feel the power of possession, feel the wrath and blood of betrayl, and don't turn out the lights. But most importantly, beware of what's around you, because you may fall prey to Wicked intentions. Hope you like the story. Me and a lot of other people worked hard on this. Btw, thanks you guys! I never would've done this without you!
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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