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The Drowning -- A HeiMan Story

The Drowning -- A HeiMan Story

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 7, 2023
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This story has no plotline, so its made up as i go. 1 tbsp of gregstophe, 2 tbsps of dip, 1sp of the goths, 3 cups of heiman, and use all of your 'what the FUCK is going on' creates this shitshow!! This is usually updated when I get bored or escape my writing block. THIS WILL (hopefully. :looks at future me:) CONTAIN NO SMUT.
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First draft so it's very very rough!!!! Completed My name is Lana Walker. My life had been a fairytale. Until tragedy struck. A car crash that obliterates my entire life including my three mates. I survived but at what cost? Five months later I'm still in pieces. Everyone knows losing your mates is the fastest way to madness. Except on a good ole Monday, I see my mates. From the way everyone around me is behaving, they never died. Neither do they remember me. They despise me. My life has taken a bizarre turn with an unstable power within me, a secret force behind strange attacks and three mates who are on my case. For unknown reasons.. I may have broken into their apartment and attracted their attention. Some very negative attention. "Lana", he coos softly, and I hum in response ", I'm not fucking anyone, pretty girl" My cheeks burn at the familiar nickname, and I swallow my suddenly dry throat until he adds, "Yet," I almost pull a muscle in my neck turning to look at him. When he glances back at me and sees the obvious disgust on my face, he closes his eyes, rubbing his lips together in amusement. There is a rare show of softness for me when he looks at me his fingers stroke my chin to cheer me up. "I'm going to fuck you, aren't I?" my breathing picks up, and I try to see the deception but find none. Just his arrogance and lust. For me. "we'll see" I swallow and stroke a hand down my straightened hair. Jackson cocks his head to the side, the challenge accepted. The hunt is on. "oh, I am fucking you. Six Ways to Sunday" Book one of the "what we did do series" Dark romance/ reverse harem. Mature themes 🔞

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