The submissive (You/ 5h)

The submissive (You/ 5h)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 4, 2021
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Y/n Y/l/n is a seventeen year old teenager who lost her parents when she was little. Spending her life feeling like garbage, the girl is to innocent or just likes to feel pain. After two years with an abusive boyfriend, a young woman gives her a new home which she was sharing with four other women, who were her best friends. The five women start developing different feelings for Y/n while fostering, and perhaps, the girl started feeling the same. ---- This stroy was a colaboration between me and @Al_Griffin, with the help of @RoxyColaco as well. Thank you so much girls this story, just like the others is amazing.
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The last

Y/N doesn't remember what freedom feels like. She was taken when she was young-stolen by people who saw potential in her pain. The Commission gave her a name, a number, a purpose. The Handler taught her how to survive. How to disappear. How to kill. Now she's a weapon Until Five finds her. Sharp-eyed, cold-hearted, dangerous in his own way. They're strangers-but something about her stops him cold. She's not part of his mission. She is the mission. She knows who he is. He has no idea who she really is. But the past has cracks, and feelings don't always follow orders. As timelines collapse and the truth claws its way out, Five starts to realize: She wasn't meant to live like this. And maybe-just maybe-he wasn't meant to walk past her like she's no one. Because even strangers can carry pieces of each other.

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