The Fallen (In Editing)

The Fallen (In Editing)

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Have you ever meet a angel? Or as a I would like to call them, the fallen. Well, I know most of you haven't. Because I'm the only one. Now, the fallen are basically a fallen angel that was sent to earth from all the bad stuff they did. I am a fallen, and I'm not afraid to show it! The fallen are ruthless, kind, brave, and they are not afraid of showing who they are. I don't care if I'm in Disneyland or Sea World. I use my wings whenever I wish. And I have two holes in the back of all my shirts and a few of my hoodies to slip my wings through. I just close them and open them whenever I want, and I can pull them back into my shirt so they are flat on my back. Oh right. Your probably wondering what color my wings are as what my name is. Well. My wings are a midnight black and my name is Hunter. Well then let's get back to the story about my AWESOME life.
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Short story. (It's really not that short.) ... "Help me just this once, Y/n...please," Jungkook begs me, practically getting on his knees and clasping his fingers together. I look at him with a confused look. "And why should I do that?" I ask him. He's quiet, looking for a way to convince me. His doe eyes looking at me with helpless. But he loses that suddenly, grabbing my attention with his voice. "Because. I can help you get what you want..." I let out a scoff. "And that is?" "Me." I cross my arms in front of my chest and stare at him perplexed. "You aren't really my type." "Oh, don't act like you didn't drool over me this morning. I know you want me just as bad as I want you. And since nobody's around, what's stopping us from getting it?" ... WARNING. This book includes themes that may not be suitable for other readers, like SEX, ALCOHOL, SMOKING, mention of DRUGS, inappropriate LANGUAGE, talks of MENTAL HEALTH, and tons of INNUENDO. Read at your own risk.

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