Lizzie and Izzie(ON HOLD)

Lizzie and Izzie(ON HOLD)

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture53 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., sept. 9, 2016
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Fiction
Romance
Elizabeth looked into her younger sisters's eyes.They were actually twins.Yet she always felt like they had a five year difference and was always on the look out.But this time she couldn't do it anymore.Izzie had made one mistake yet it was the ultimate one.A mistake that had cost them so much and ensured they had nothing. 'How could you say that Izzie you know I love you more than life itself.' 'No you don't,You never forgave me for what happened.' 'That is a lie Izzie we only have each other now.How could I not.' 'You think I don't know?You don't have to voice it Lizzie. Your eyes tell it all.How broken you've become.Though I've repeatedly told you it was not intentional. I can't do it anymore.I'm leaving.' 'What?That is madness.Where would you go?' 'I don't know,all I know is that it will be very far from you.' This is my twin story.One with so much darkness and hearts that are perfectly broken.Splendidly ruined and beautifully destroyed.I hope you all enjoy this story.
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Book 2 of Guilty as Sin ... "Have you thought about me?" Wanda asked. My breath caught. I wanted to lie. I wanted to say something dry, detached, graduate-level mature. But it wouldn't come. "Every day," I whispered. That's when it happens. Her hand lifts, fingers brushing my cheek like she's trying to memorize the shape of me again. I feel the warmth of her breath before her lips ever touch mine. And then, she kisses me. Her mouth is urgent, almost angry with need, and I match it. God, I match it. My hands twist into her shirt, pulling her close like I could fall through her if I'm not careful. She tastes like mint tea and memory, familiar and foreign all at once. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp against her mouth, and she uses that breathless space to kiss me deeper, like she's trying to pour years of silence down my throat just to be closer. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect because this wasn't a reunion, it was a reckoning. ___ Wanda Maximoff x Y/N gxg

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