The Last One Standing
  • LECTURAS 10
  • Votos 2
  • Partes 4
  • Hora 1h 8m
  • LECTURAS 10
  • Votos 2
  • Partes 4
  • Hora 1h 8m
Continúa, Has publicado jul 15, 2016
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She smiled as the blood dropped from her finger tips onto the polished wood.  She smiled in satisfaction as she saw her give her last cry. She looked at the now corpse of her now ex rival. 
"told you sweetie, not everything is free."  She whispered into the ear of her dead friend. 
Kristen  might be your ordinary girl in some ways but when it comes to love the last one standing wins.
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