City of Crows [h.s]

City of Crows [h.s]

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My cheeks were flushed from crying, nose a little red as I lifted the cigarette to my lips. I looked up at him through my lashes, extending a hand expectantly for the lighter. Instead, he flicked it on himself and held it up to the cigarette between my lips. Our eyes met over the lighter, locking for just an instant-and for a split second, I couldn't breathe. /// When biology student Aurora decides to get icecream at 11pm, the last thing she expects is to get caught up in the world of Manhattan's most notorious gangs, the Crows--led by one of the biggest assholes she's ever met. /// ALL RIGHTS RESERVED CONTAINS CRUDE LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSUALT, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, ETC.
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She remembered her scent. It seemed to verify her aura. Her scent was cherry Coke and cigarettes. The latter one was passed onto her, especially after she had handed her her first cigarette only three months ago. Three months was all it took for her to develop that bad habit, but it wasn't the first nor the only one she developed in that period of time. Now she laid on the roof where she had smoked her first cigarette three months ago, and she glanced over at the full can of cherry Coke sitting on the concrete next to her, almost as if it were mocking her. A dull ache formed in her heart, a hollow, resounding ache that penetrated her deepest core. The sudden burning sensation in her fingers made her realize that the cigarette was burned to its very end, and maybe so was she. -♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤-♤- August is attending Cornell University as a creative writing major, and while at a college party her friends dragged her to much to her dismay, she stumbles upon a gang in an alleyway and sees something she shouldn't have. With her life now in danger, she has to deal with the consequences of that night-which includes the leader of the Blue Porcelain gang, Willow, a tall and brooding woman whose green eyes would put the girl in more danger than being caught in a spiderweb of New York gangs ever could. [tw: violence, sex]

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