Next to you

Next to you

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" I just wanna fucking die, let go off me Argh!!!!!" I ran towards the head bridge as I climbed over to stand face to face with death. This is it ,the end for me at least when I die, I won't feel any fucking physical pain. But wait is this what I really want? To leave the word my mummy married a fucking psychopath. I hate him so much mum is dead I can as well join her. I thought as my hand were holding tightly to the railings as I had second thoughts. " come on missy jump if you want to why are you having a second thought " A voice echoed from the darkness,fear gripped me tightly "who's there show yourself now!!!" " I can't do dat missy " As I was trying to figure out who the fuck that was ,my left foot slipped and I fell into the ocean "Argh!!!! help me !!!" micabelle is a 17years old girl ,life wasn't really to fair to her being bullied in school , physical harassed by father and public shame to her name. as she decided to put an end to her life. A hot darkness creature (Ian ) insist her to go on but as she falls into the ocean and the creature saves her. how will things turn for them ( human and a monster) will mica and Ian work things through.she fell first but he fell harder.will their background trigger their relationship. don't miss out on this mind blowing thrilling novel. copyright disclaimer under section this
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I lift my hand, holding my pistol to his chest, hovering over his heart. He stares at me, emotions spilling out of him. Emotions I can't decipher. He leans closer, the tip of the barrel pressing into his skin, just above his heart. "Do it," he whispers, inches from my face. I hold his gaze, while his hands snake under my shirt, grazing my skin. "I dare you," he lowers his voice, so gently, "Shoot me." My finger curls around the trigger, an inch from pulling it. I glare into his eyes, "You're a fucking monster," I whisper. He nods, "I know." "You kill without remorse," I spit. "I know." "I hate you," My finger screams at me to pull the trigger. "I know." "I'm disgusted by you." "I know," he inhales, letting his forehead rest against mine. His gaze falls to my lips, "If you want me dead, then kill me, pull the trigger." - It's no longer a question. My morals are gone, leaving nothing but a monstrous killing machine. Any hope for some sort of sympathy, some regard for life is nonexistent. I want death. I want to be the bringer of death, and the essence of slaughter. - Rhea Windsor, the newest ruler of Ovantasa after her parents- the former king and queen were assassinated. Her mind is in the pits of despair guided by vengeance, leaving nothing but a body of handcrafted slaughter and within that madness, she comes across a man made for killing. The ruthless killer known as Elijah Anton, who forces her to turn her back on her morals and grip on sanity. What happens when she realizes she wasn't as innocent as she thought and teeters on a heart of purity and blinding hate? When perfect becomes unattainable and her flaws take its place? - [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆] THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREME GRAPHIC CONTENT AND IS NOT MADE FOR A LIGHT READ - *COMPLETE & FULLY EDITED*

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