Stereotypes

Stereotypes

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WpMetadataReadComplete Fri, Apr 24, 2015<5 mins
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.. he stood there breathing but dead inside...his breath so heavy it blew his mind away... his mind is his foe or so he's been made to think...not too handsome.. no he can't be famous... not too clever either well there goes another genius....his dressing style no one seems to get it....label-weird... it's not the life he chose but it's the life he lives....when he sits down in his room at night with a pen and paper his thoughts come alive the mind is playing tricks on him....if only they'd understand him...how can he escape it when it's the air he lives on....he dreads sleeping... last night he saw himself vanish...the pills, the ecstasy that comes with the drugs that's what keeps him awake... he found a life among the dead but he doesn't wanna die yet the mind won't let him..... I am afraid if I fall asleep it might be the day another one fades away into the whispers of the stereotypes... Precious Lydia
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He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you, yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break--I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

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