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16 yr old Elisabeth Ramirez finally gets to know the real Ethan and Grayson Dolan. But are the real Dolan twins safe to be around? "You told me that I wouldn't get hurt, you said they werent gonna come after me!! You said that I was safe, Ethan!!" "Well, now you know how it feels to live in our world! It gets dangerous every damn day!!" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Grayson, don't let go! Please, we can fix this mess, we can get out just hang on!!" "I lost everything!! I lost Ethan, I lost Cam, I won't lose you too!!" "No!! *gasps*" Grayson lets go of my hand.. As I cried and yelled, his screams had faded.. I look forward on the edge to see what was down there. "*whispers* Grayson?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my 1st story, there is some supernatural things in it (no, not the show) but yeah, enjoy
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It's weird how two people can change your whole life, for the better or worse. Grayson Dolan and Ethan Dolan book Started: June 2018 Ended: August 2018 *still being edited* -some part of the story below- "what if I don't want to be a da-" his lips closed as his eyes centered on my jaw. I furrowed my brows, subconsciously softly pressing my finger tips onto it. I watched as his jaw clenched, his fist ball up so hard his knuckles became a ghostly white, and his eyes become hooded. He took a step forward as I took another back. He didn't care much for the movement, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me towards him. "what the fuck happened?" He growled, his minty-vodka breath fanning my face. With the hand not holding me in place, he softly touched my jaw. His rough calloused fingers and soft touch were a contrast to the anger seething from his body. It wasn't until then I remembered the bruises. "what do you mean?" I innocently asked, yanking my arm from his grasp. I tried to back away, but he held onto my chin with his fingers, glaring daggers into my eyes. His orbs suddenly turned a lighter shade, inspecting the damage done. "who hurt you?" His eyes not once left the bruises. I was ashamed but the anger boiling below my surface was becoming hotter and hotter and soon I would explode. "hickeys. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm fine." I said between teeth, pulling away once again. This time he took me by surprise, actually letting me walk away. I turned on my heel until he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. "That's not a hickey, I've seen hickeys. I've given hickeys. That is not a hickey. Now answer my damn question, who fucking hurt you!" At this point, the whole crowed turned to watch us. "You. You hurt me."

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