All their years

All their years

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A fan fiction about the Gone Series by Michael Grant. It's 3 years after the FAYZ. Diana is living with Sam and Astrid and the three of them are getting closer to have a regular live. Diana even falls in love again, with someone common, she thinks. Caine's body may be dead, but his soul is alive and still in Perdido Beach, fighting with the small piece of the gaiaphage that is left. He is waiting for his one love Diana. But at some point, after everything went wrong, Diana doesn't want to live anymore. Not without Caine. But they're love requires a lot more than patience and sacrifice. It requires all their years.
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When Ivy Lancaster, a young and successful publisher, saves a family farm in an old rundown town, her life is flipped on its axis. Her charity puts her on the radar of the man who runs all of Sin Sity. His gang has had the city on lockdown for years, and he's at the heart of it all. And now, she's been pulled into this life too. One she never expected. The one she'd only read about in books. Alongside him and his bestfriend, she'll have to learn how to survive this new life she's been pulled into. Or go back to the mundane, calm life at her desk. And she's not sure which is worse. **** I know I shouldn't. I know I should be disgusted by the thought of his hands on me. He is a killer. He's psychotic. He's forcing me to be here. And yet, I can't make myself pull away. I can't tell him to stop. Sin's fingers dip lower, playing with the lace barely covering my skin. I throw my head back against his chest, his gun still digging into my back. My eyes catching Arrows again. He hasn't moved. But his fists clench at his sides. And I wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed against my front with Sin at my back. God, what the fuck, Ivy? Why am I letting this happen? "I know you're wet for me, baby girl." Sin murmurs into my ear. "Wet for us." 'Fuck, I'm screwed' I think as Sin's fingers slip under my panties.

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