Vanessa's Revenge {h.s}

Vanessa's Revenge {h.s}

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 4, 2015
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'Here i am once again, i'm torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears i cry, behind these hazel eyes" Vanessa Collins was in love. In love with a guy who cared for popularity and eventually broke her heart. Although she felt like she would never be happy again she wouldn't show it on the outside. She changed into a bitter, sour, and mean person to make sure she never fell for a guy again. 3 years later, she was face-to-face with the person who made her into what she is now. And there's only one thing she wants, and she's not going to stop until she seeks it. Here is Vanessa's Revenge......
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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