Incurable
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As he felt our presence, he looked up. His rotten flesh was hanging from his face and all over his deceased body. Crimson, red blood oozed out of his bite mark on his shoulder. A right arm stump was dangling along with his corpse. Yet, the worst was its eyes. They were lifeless, lacking a soul. Its haunting image got imprinted into our mind immediately. As the shock began to wear off, reality hit home. "Kristin, MOVE!" I screamed as I sprinted rabidly, startled. We didn't stop running until we got into the car and locked the doors. I lifted the keys into the ignition, but I couldn't even get them in, I was trembling fiercely. After four times of trying, Kristin took the keys from my hand and put them into place. "Thanks..." I whispered, but I was soon interrupted. Kristin yelled, "Drive, Amaris! Drive!" as her eyes widened and looked past me. Dr. Rudack was lurching towards us at full speed. I threw the car in reverse and slammed my foot on the pedal. The truck squealed backward and hit my "dead" partner square in the jaw. At lightning speed, I put the car in drive and zoomed out of the parking ramp saying, "I can't believe that the zombie apocalypse has begun." "Amaris, you have got to be kidding me. It has not 'begun'. There are no such things called zombies. It must of been a prank or something," Kristin dubiously remarked. As if she was not only trying to convince me, but also herself. POST ON THE WEEKENDS AT 3-5 PM (Pacific Time) (Not every week) SONG AND PICTURE ON EACH CHAPTER BOOK COVER: @annajeanX (INSTAGRAM: @walking.without.souls) MANAGER: @RominaB16 (INSTAGRAM: @rominab16) EDITOR: @SurgesBepic
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College break takes a turn when Aria Lanes get abducted and hold captive by a man she later finds charming then soon desires. Her abductor was paid to kill her, but for an unexplained reason, he wouldn't, but he choose to protect her from any danger. Aria couldn't resist admiring his elegant posture, muscles, turn-on, and good looks wanted to be more closer to him. He couldn't resist that she couldn't resist him, so he craved her. Her flawless abductor had a rule, and she had to submit herself to him to get what they both wanted. Warning: Sexual explicit, expletives and violence, 16+ - What a menace! "You can't do that, Lorenzo!" I growl at him. He smirks viciously at me. "I own you. I can do anything to you, my Kitten," he says, dominatingly, then leans over me, rubbing his hardness against my wettness as I pull my hands in desire. I can't with the torture I want him to rail me! But I was still too close to my release when he left me, so I'm going to cum either way, but it won't feel the same. Of course, I will feel pleasure, but I want his help with it. His hardness rubs against me, going over my wetness but is not entering me as I want him to. "T-this is what you're going to do all d-day?" I mutter, knowing this is torture, and he's getting pleasure from it. "Yes," my warm liquid explodes out of me, making me roll my eyes to the back of my head, causing my back to arch in bliss. "Ah, you did it," he growls before he starts beating his hardness against me. I want him inside me! No, no, I can't do this shit. I begin to whine my hips against him, but that isn't good enough for my liking. He continues to beat his dick against me faster, and I start squirting all over him. My heat, exploding. Shit! I need him. - P.S Most of the chapters are not edited, or correct. This book was written when I was in high school.

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