Wet Wild Summer || Ongoing
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A mind fucking Dark romance.
She holds a knife in her hand and points it towards him.
"Don't come near, or I'll stab you right in your chest." She whispers.
A smirk forms on the corner of his mouth, and he steps forward.
Pressing his chest against the sharp edge of the knife.
Her eyes widen with fear. Her knees felt weak.
He presses his chest more against the edge, until the blood tosses out of the chest to the knife's blade then to her hand.
"I'll gladly die, if you are the one to do it. But that ain't gonna happen."
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It's him, who can do anything to get what he wants. ANYTHING.
He is POSSESSED what's his, Forever.
Obsessive, Eye Catching Side.
The One who can bring Anyone on his/her knees.
Same as he did with AISHA.
-It's her who I chose, It's Her who belongs to me. ONLY ME. Dare you.
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Aisha, A hot fucking women. One controls the Around of her.
Head over heels for this Lady.
Eye catchy body with eye catchy sharp mouth. She works with her sharp tongue
-I'm better than them, and I'll be better than them. ALWAYS.
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