Kill me, Love
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Samson is bound to marry his love of his life. All is well and too perfect like a dream come true for everyone. A perfect beautiful woman that every man on earth wishes to have. Body and soul devoted to him. But as the old saying goes 'It's too good to be true'. What if the woman Samson claimed to be oh so perfect isn't as innocent as she looks? What if she is Samson's Delilah?
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JAXON People are drawn to the good and the beautiful-those perfectly polished little things that catch the light just right. They're obsessed with the illusion of perfection, believing it will fill the cracks within them, convinced that beauty equals happiness. They chase after what they think everyone else desires. Flawlessness. They chase after what they think they should be desiring. Illusions. But the eyes staring back at me now? They don't want all that. They see beauty as a fragile lie. They want more. They want to fall free in the forbidden darkness, that most people are afraid of. They want to feel the rush of the wind tearing past their skin, that most people are terrified of. They want the chills on every inch of their body and to taste the thrill of the unknown. They want something bad. And what do we do to girls who want to do bad things?
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