Mr. Reaper
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Fresh out of college, Ashly is living partnerless, unless you count her beloved Huskey as a roommate. Although plagued by insomnia, she maintains a successful career (not to mention a sleep schedule) as a home modeling agent, thanks to her connections to her boss, Carla. She has two close friends (her only friends, because she's an antisocial, premature grandma), Katherine, a tall, unnatural ginger who, despite being model material, is also single.Then comes Mimi, a tiny firecracker who can't really handle her alcohol. One night, though, Ashly's lonely environment is disrupted by a man in a black hoodie (whom she presumed was Mr. Death himself), nearly causing her to explode. Thus his nickname, Mr. Reaper. From then on, let's just say, things get kinda interesting.
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Just your basic 'He's the bad boy and she's the girl next door', type of story. Okay, Maybe not. It's more like 'He's a crazy, violent, anger prone lunatic and she's the girl next ward', but hey, they're pretty much the same thing, right? Wrong. -------------------------------- He leans in closer so I can feel his warm breath fanning across my face. "Why?" I ask softly. Staring into his eyes, urging him, begging him to spill all his deepest, darkest secrets. He gives me a half smile. "Because, you fascinate me." He says shortly. I'm lost for words, he's so close now I can almost taste the scent of his spearmint breath. I gulp. Slowly he raises a hand and cups the side of my face gently. "You, wear insanity like an accessory, you make it lust worthy and desirable. That's why." -------------------------------

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