Stalked By The Game

Stalked By The Game

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., nov. 2, 2013
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Fiction
Romance
Ari Nicholls has always been a fighter for as long as she can remember. Protecting the innocent, battling what her father would call, 'the evil'. For years, they chased one in particular. Someone, something so cruel that when her father died, with his last breath he made her promise to track the creature down and finish what they started. Too bad for Ari that she's not the only one out there hunting and if she's not careful, it could cost her the most precious thing she owns - her life.
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I love you, Aria. You look so pretty in pink. Stop ignoring me, princess. Playing hard to get, I see. I hate it when you braid your hair. Stop biting your lips you'll hurt yourself. The messages flash one after another on my screen, each one making my chest tighten and my hands tremble. My phone buzzes again, the vibration rattling against the nightstand like it's mocking me. I can't bear to read another word. I throw it onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, my tears soaking through the fabric before I can stop them. I want it to stop. I want them to stop. It's been like this for months an endless stream of messages that swing between sweet and suffocating, between playful and threatening. And every day, I feel the invisible noose tightening. I'm scared. I'm so scared. I can't tell my dad. He already has enough to deal with especially with no heir to take over his business yet. I can't be another problem on his plate. But the truth is, I'm drowning. The worst part? I have no idea who it is. No face to match the words that haunt me. No name to put to the shadow that's watching me. But I know one thing for sure... He is not going to stop. And I can't handle living like this anymore...

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