What Have You Done...

What Have You Done...

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Paranormal
This story has to do with an orphan boy, who gets adopted at the age of 15. He has amnesia and can't remember anything from his past, and he also has trouble remembering things. The family who adopted him were millionaires and already had 2 kids, a girl and a boy. When he gets adopted, he meets someone, he thought he would never meet again I hope you like this story, it contains, drama. the story also sometimes contains: violence, blood, abuse if you can't handle this kind of stuff, please don't read it for your own safety. it might also sometimes contain swearing. I also want to tell you, to not steal my story. I worked hard on it, and if you see anyone re-uploading it, please inform me. I didn't have any problems with this in the past, I just want to avoid having any.
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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