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I Exist Alone In Your Bed

I Exist Alone In Your Bed

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 10, 2018
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Game Of Thrones
An orphaned commoner, Eve was sold off at the age of ten to be the playmate of Ramsay Snow. Young Ramsay grows fond of his stubby ignorant little toy after saving her one day. As the pair mature, Eve blossoms into an enticing young woman. How could he resist? She was, after all, his. He owned her. And his innocent Eve was not scared—she preferred it in his bed. I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed… If you could only hear what I've said You'll see I'm not scared… (Haunt//Bed-The 1975) Hey guys, this is GoodyGumDrops from fanfiction.net. If you want to read the story in its original and properly formatted form, my main posting site is fanfiction.net under the username GoodyGumDrops. I will be updating it on this site after my main posts on the other site. Enjoy!
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❝SHE'S GOT A SICKNESS, THAT ONE. IT'S IN HER BLOOD. SCARY TO THINK WHAT SHE'LL BE LIKE WHEN SHE'S FULL GROWN. IF THE GODS ARE GOOD, SHE'LL DIE BEFORE THAT.❞ In the North, there are whispers of a cruel and sickly girl lurking in the Dreadfort. Her skin is as pale as snow and her eyes are colder than winter itself. Her name is Drucilla Bolton, and she's the youngest daughter of Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort. She keeps knives like a little girl keeps dolls and roams the castle in the dead of night, haunted by visions of a flayed man, tortured by guilt. And yet, as terrible and frightening as she is, there are whispers of another, one worse than her. A beast in human skin. A monster with a charming smile, capable of unimaginable violence. He hunts the Dreadwoods with his vicious pack of hounds and his pet Reek. He is Roose Bolton's bastard son, and he's determined to take his rightful place as the true heir of House Bolton. Fantasy Drama/Horror - Rated M - © AMBrossart

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