Chased Down//ON HOLD//
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"You think you can slip away from me that easily!!" I heard him hiss from the other side as I gripped my phone tightly to my ears.
"I'm gonna get you back to my arms soon my babe...And I'll chase you down until you're under me in OUR bed!"
And with that he ends the call.
All I need now is some air and even that ran away from fear.
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Kim is always an ambitious girl. A perfectionist that dreams of the perfect life.
Until she meets Jackson he is the perfect boyfriend, but cupid missed Kim's chest.
However, Jackson never takes a no for an answer even if he needs to kill someone. But sometimes you think you fall for the monster...but it turns out you're the psycho in the end!
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Read to find out how things can change suddenly.
Any idea or character that might be taken from another story is a coincidence. And please inform me if you find anyone using my ideas and story being stolen.
Warning:
Violent scenes. Mature content. *Language uses*
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