My Soul To Take

My Soul To Take

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Something is wrong with Molly. She has always been a good girl, as a seventeen year old should be. She listens to her parents, gets good grades, and has a loving boyfriend. Everything is perfect. But, after her boyfriend makes her feel bad for not taking risks Molly doesn't want to be the "good girl" anymore. She wants to rebel against her parents, her boyfriend, and society. But how? One night Molly makes a mistake that might cost her soul. She doesn't remember what happened, but something isn't right. She starts getting more angry and irritable. Sometimes it feels like she can't control her actions. But, what's scaring her the most is that she feels funny, like there is something, or someone, inside of her. What happened that night? Can Molly find out before she loses her soul for good? Find out in "My Soul To Take" by The_River_Flows on Wattpad.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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