Enmeshment
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  • Reads 16,343
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 2h 50m
Ongoing, First published May 25, 2016
Roxy, a new transfer from Abnegation caught Eric's attention. Opposite attracts. They needed one another though he became too protective over her. Not knowing about her true self, until Jeanine's plan came into the picture.

"I even shocked myself for successfully made Eric's bleed. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand before look straight to my eyes. He looks so pissed-off yet pleased for seeing me bring my inner brutality. I still stunned when Eric grabbed my wrist and pound me onto the mattress. My head hit pretty hard and my heart's racing and adrenaline pumping. Eric pinned my legs and now he was on top of me. His left hand grabbed two of my wrist and his other hand ready to punch my face. I closed my eyes as anticipation. "Not feel tough enough now?" He taunted me instead of punch me. I open my eyes, struggled to moved my knee and hit his member. "Fuck!" He let my hands go and I punch his left forehead and tear the skin a little."
  
  Trying to make as canon as possible.
  Mix between book and movie.
  
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  - English not my primary language please spare me.
  - Rated R for swearing and plot.
  
  Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent trilogy by Veronica Roth.
  
  ©Fasyarawr, 2016
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