Foxy x Mangle|| your tiny dancer||
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  • Parts 5
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  • Reads 15,675
  • Votes 105
  • Parts 5
  • Time 19m
Ongoing, First published Nov 28, 2020
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Mangle is a beautiful girl who looks younger than her age. She got thrown out of her house by her mother at the age of 18 and has been working at a strip club for three years. Until one night a young handsome man comes in and changes her life forever. 

Warning this book is going to be very sexual so if you don't like that kind of stuff I suggest you move on and lastly, this is for the youngers who  won't listen and read anyways if I see you complaining I will slide tackle your nan 😃✨❤️
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.