THE APARTMENT OF US

THE APARTMENT OF US

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 35m
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When Alex moves into Marrowgate Tower-a dirt-cheap apartment hidden behind a cursed forum post-he expects creaking pipes, shady neighbors, maybe a rat the size of a cat. He does not expect the building to breathe. He does not expect a woman's voice whispering from the mirrors. He does not expect his shadow to move when he doesn't. Inside Apartment 1704 lives something beautiful, dangerous, and impossibly intimate-something that's been waiting for someone like him. A voice that knows his fears. A touch that knows his secrets. A presence that grows stronger each time he tries to leave. The longer Alex stays, the more the apartment seems to want him-claim him-keep him. But in Marrowgate Tower, nothing is free. Not the rent. Not the warmth. Not the attention. And certainly not the desire that's starting to feel like possession. Alex came for a cheap room. He found a haunting that feels almost like love... If he survives long enough to tell the difference.
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Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

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