The Hunter. The Hunted.

The Hunter. The Hunted.

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I sat at the bottom of the at the rounded table. His eyes were on me, like a moth to a flame. I stood up and ran out of the room and down a dark corridor. I got to a door and fumbled with the handle. Next I knew I pushed up against it harshly. "Your're not running this time, Princess"
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(COMPLETED) (Highest rank #7) We stared at each other. My palms starts to sweat. My heart was beating fast. Im trembling in a good way. For Pete's sake! What's happening to me right now?! This instant?! 'Why am I feeling nervous?' He smirk, He steps closer... Inches away from my face. I gasped when he lean into me just the side of my face, I smell his intoxicating scent and feel his breath on my cheeks, He whispered... "You're mine.." *** "This unbelievable story starts when I trespass their boundaries. Who knew about their boundaries?" -Preesaun If you ever find it interesting then read it and comment, I don't really care if it's rude or not. (Also, photo from pinterest.) Ps: Excuse the grammars and the punctuations. (Really tired of editing, but I'll try.)

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