A Love Lost Is Another Gained

A Love Lost Is Another Gained

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 25, 2021
"She does! No one messes with my son and gets away with it." Joan growled. She looked at Alice and got closer to her. "How does it feel being a murderer?" Alice broke at this point and Declan felt her legs give way as she cried even more gripping tightly onto his shirt for support. "OK, that's enough!" Declan shouted as he took Alice's weight as she leaned against him. He could see Alice's family were about to blow their fuse and he knew he had to do something. "You wanna know what happened?" Alice looked up quickly at him. "Declan no. Don't-" "It'll be OK." He whispered, as he kissed the top of her head. "You wanna know who the other man was?" "You knew? You knew about this and let her carry on? You knew and didn't even tell him?" Joan gasped. "Yep. And the only reason I know is because..." He hesitated and looked at Alice who was shaking her head. He smiled and squeezed her gently as the room remained silent. "The only reason I know is because I am the other man." A loud gasp was heard in the room.
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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