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Effluvium //m.h.//

Wrecked-and-Polemic

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Reads 1,676
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Parts 6
Time 1h 17m

Wrecked-and-Polemic

Mature

adam adamhann george georgedaniel mattyhealy ross rossmacdonald the1975

(ih-floo-vee-uhm)
a foul smelling vapor, gas, or
other exhalation.


"Alright, now what's your name?"

He passed it to me.

"Bee."

I took a drag and held it.

"Like the letter?"

His eyebrow lifted. I let the smoke go.

"No." I said. "Like the insect that flies around. That kind of bee."

He nodded.

"I've never heard that before."

I passed it back to him. He took a drag.

"Of course you haven't. You haven't heard hardly anything. You're twenty-three."

He let it go.

"Well how old are you then?"

He smirked and handed it back to me.

"Twenty-two."All Rights Reserved

adam adamhann george georgedaniel mattyhealy ross rossmacdonald the1975

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[UNTITLED]

"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