Killing  Twins

Killing Twins

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Brooklyn and Bailey were really close when they were little girls can be but as they got older they started to drift apart from each other. Soon They turned 21 years old and Bailey started to drink and gamble then she dropped out of school,Brooklyn stayed in school and soon graduated first in her class the government paid for her college soon she graduated college first in her class and become very wealthy and beautiful,Bailey was NOTHING like Brooklyn ,she worked at the gas station and got paid three dollars an hour. Then she asked an old family friend to do something for her:kill Brooklyn
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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