My Summer Job
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Contenido adultoContinúa24m
Última publicación dom, feb 1, 2015
"Wow your beautiful" his breathing was becoming more heavy as he had me pinned against the wall. "I know" I copied his smirk, "how am I supposed to get up to your level, huh? Tell me, I'm interested". His lips moved onto my neck, and I stiffened a bit "you can step on all the backs of the boys who want me" I felt him chuckle into my neck, leaving it warm. When that was all I got in return of my remark I grew impatient and uncomfortable, so instead of waiting for a response, I shoved him off of me without a second glance. I just left him standing there with a puzzled look in the middle of the still hallway, and it was in that very moment that I realized I needed to leave. Now.
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Kidnapped Love
He pushed me back so my back was now pressed against the wall and we were only a few inches a part. "You aren't leaving me." He said, brushing his lips against my collarbone causing me to shiver. "It's not going to work so let's make this easier for the both of us." I said, trying to push him off. "I don't care what gets thrown at us. I'm never letting you go. I love you too much to do that so don't even think about it." He said, before crashing his soft lips on mine.Concluida
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"I don't believe it." a low inhumane voice whispered. I have to look up to meet his gaze. Is he a new bully? Haven't seen him before. "What is your name?" He's against the light but his eyes were like sapphires glowing in the night. Curious. "Your name." I felt some weird tone emanating from his voice. Too demanding... too powerful. "Uh..." my name? No one's interested with my name, except for the cafe's barista. "Don't make me repeat. State your name!" "Nathalia Nicolai." I spilled flabbergasted by his yelling. For once, i saw... amusement then it quickly changed back to disgust. "I, Alpha Chase Ashton Michael, rejects you Nathalia Nicolai as my mate and Luna of Bloodridge pack." "Huh?" Should i say 'nice to meet you'? "Now, repeat after me. I, Nathalia Nicolai, accepts your rejection, as your mate and luna of Bloodridge pack." He nod at me. Ok? i repeat the whole verse. "Good." He remarked letting go of me and exiting. "Wow." My only comment. That's really a new way to introduce yourself and rejecting people. I took a sip of my drink. "But that's really uselss." I smiled leaving the room. If you are born missing something, will you ever stop looking for that something? Try to fill what is gone? Won't you continue on living?Concluida
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JESUS CHRIST WHAT DO YOU WANT?" My hands were clenched into fists by my sides and my jaw was clenched in anger. I watched as his jaw loosened and his shoulders slumped. He sighed, looking down at the floor. "I want you." **************************************** He was wild. But it was the kind of wild that had everyone stop and stare as his presence filled the room. His life was like a storybook that we all wanted to read. But maybe his wildness was a cover-up for his hurt.Concluida
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"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.Concluida
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"You think I want to hurt you", he strained balling his fist. "You're so foolish", he groaned. "Can I ask another question?". "No leave me alone". He pulled my arm making me force his hand off. "Don't. Do that". He gave me a questioning look before grabbing my hand and backing me into a wall. "What does he have that I don't?". I squeaked at his question, "what?!". "You know what I'm talking about. I see you looking at him over the lunch table. The way you look at him when he's laughing. The way you blush when he talks to you for long periods of time. What is it?" [warning: this story does move faster than my other stories and does change point of views. THE CONTENT IS MATURE]Concluida
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon
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