Toxic
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"What's your name?" She laughs, a puff of smoke coming from her mouth. "Boy you don't want to know." Even though she was a year younger than me she facinated me. " I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." She laughs again. " I know your name Magnus but I'll tell you anyway." A pause so she can smoke again. "My name is French for bad love Mauvais-Amour but my friends call me Toxic." And that's what she was toxic but I stepped into the smoke anyway. There was no going back once I breathed her in.
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"Stop messing with me." He threatened through his teeth, his breathing as erratic as mine. I let out a stifled laugh. "Or else?" He inhaled deep through his nose, poked the inside of his cheek, as if he was trying to make a tough decision, all the while keeping such an intense stare on my eyes, it was almost uncomfortable. "I won, so you stop." James' mouth was so close, I could feel his words in mine. "Think again, Jamesie." I raised my left hand to his throat, holding the same dagger I had knocked out of his hand before. In the middle of all the rolling around, I'd managed to catch it. A strike of luck, really. James grunted a labored sigh and inched even further towards me. "You're fucking impossible..." His eyes flicked over to my lips. I felt my stomach tingle. "You're heavy." I complained, my voice a little more than a rasp. His index finger grazed on my jaw. "You can take it." [---] My life was perfectly fine. Adoptive daughter of a millionaire, unofficial leader of a team of private security, friend to many unstable, skilled fighters, free as a little bird to do whatever I wanted - as long as I kept it out of the media's scent. Then along came James Fucking Blackwell to ruin everything. Just because I happened to rescue him during my time as an asset for the US Army, the damn asshole convinced himself I was some sort of angel and wouldn't leave me alone. I hated him. Kinda. [---] All comments welcomed, but please be kind to one another. Possible TW: - cursing (a lot) - mentions of SA - mentions of miscarriage - depiction of violence - mention of weapons - mature content All rights of this story belong to me. Any similarities with real life are merely coincidental as the story is entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy reading <3

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