Values [H.S.]

Values [H.S.]

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WARNNG: Story contains mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk. *** "This is your last chance, Maggie," he warned with a sadistic smirk. His green lust-filled eyes stared right into my own blue ones. "For what?" I teased, gasping when he tugged at my hair to pull my head back so I was looking right at him. "To stay away from me. I'm not the gentle guy I was last time." "Who says I want it gentle? Maybe I'm not the same either." I ignored his warning. A smug grin spread across my face while I sent innocent eyes to Harry, who gaped down at me, caught off guard by my counter argument. His eyes darkened to the point where almost all the green disappeared and he got lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. He focused back to me when I rubbed my hands up his chest and to his neck, teasingly. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip and he let out a faint groan. "God, I'm gonna ruin you," he whispered to himself and shamelessly scanned over my body, almost like he was trying to decide where to start. "I'm gonna send your body to heaven and your mind to hell." *** When childhood best friends unintentionally reunite years later, a night of awkward toleration turns into a battle of survival. Can Maggie and Harry set their past aside when they have no choice but to flee together, pulling Maggie into a world that's only supposed to exist in your nightmares? *** Started on December 7, 2020 [NOT COMPLETED]
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LOVE ME NOT 1 Something was off about this man. I couldn't put my finger on it, but his eyes-those cold, green eyes-said everything without him having to speak. His actions, his silence, the way he carried himself with an authority that shouldn't have been there, not for someone like him. It all felt... wrong. Why did he act like that? Why did he care at all? I watched him walk away, his black clothes blending with the shadows, his presence somehow both suffocating and distant. He had no right to be so cold, yet so... caring. And those eyes-those eyes that pierced through me like they were trying to figure me out. Like I was the puzzle he hadn't solved yet. Still. He's the one who ruin me. Completely.

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