Like Real People Do

Like Real People Do

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The rain beats against my small frame as I grip the handle of the shovel, trying not to lose my grip as I dig. They can't find this, not ever, I won't let them.I continue to dig, almost losing my balance as a strong gust of wind almost knocks me over. "Come on, just a little more." Just as I finally get deep enough when I plant my shovel into the ground instead more mud it pings off of something. "What the..." I crouch down and wipe a bit of mud away from the bottom of the hole I dug. "Holy shit....." Looking up at me with unseeing eyes is a boy in a glass box. ------------------------------------- All Soot had wanted to do was go. Just leave as soon as her request to leave Mecha went through and start a new life somewhere where she wouldn't have to see the inside of another goddamned factory again.But all that changed when two things happened. First the death of her brother Ash The next thing was her finding an android in the bottom of the mud pits
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[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

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