And Who Are You? e.d.

And Who Are You? e.d.

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 833
  • WpVote
    Votos 48
  • WpPart
    Partes 18
WpMetadataReadContenido adultoContinúa1h 44m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, ene 9, 2017
"Oh shit!" I mutter as I collide into someone, making all the books I was holding drop to the floor. I quickly bend over to pick up the books and I mutter obscenities to myself. I notice another pair of hands picking up the books too, so I look up and meet a gorgeous pair of green-brown eyes. He hands me the books the have just fallen and I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear while I look toward the ground. "And who are you?" He says to me in a intimidating voice. "I- uh-" I stutter before I quickly turn around and walk away as fast as possible.
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • The Shattered// E.D  G.D
  • Does He Really Love Me? [E.D]
  • Damaged -Grayson Dolan-
  • Uppercut /// Grayson Dolan
  • Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅
  • | LUCID |
  • Ethan Dolan:  A Badass
  • That One Girl//Ethan Dolan fan fiction
  • Mr.Arrogant |G.D (Book 2)
  • Stop Pretending | e.d

It's weird how two people can change your whole life, for the better or worse. Grayson Dolan and Ethan Dolan book Started: June 2018 Ended: August 2018 *still being edited* -some part of the story below- "what if I don't want to be a da-" his lips closed as his eyes centered on my jaw. I furrowed my brows, subconsciously softly pressing my finger tips onto it. I watched as his jaw clenched, his fist ball up so hard his knuckles became a ghostly white, and his eyes become hooded. He took a step forward as I took another back. He didn't care much for the movement, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me towards him. "what the fuck happened?" He growled, his minty-vodka breath fanning my face. With the hand not holding me in place, he softly touched my jaw. His rough calloused fingers and soft touch were a contrast to the anger seething from his body. It wasn't until then I remembered the bruises. "what do you mean?" I innocently asked, yanking my arm from his grasp. I tried to back away, but he held onto my chin with his fingers, glaring daggers into my eyes. His orbs suddenly turned a lighter shade, inspecting the damage done. "who hurt you?" His eyes not once left the bruises. I was ashamed but the anger boiling below my surface was becoming hotter and hotter and soon I would explode. "hickeys. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm fine." I said between teeth, pulling away once again. This time he took me by surprise, actually letting me walk away. I turned on my heel until he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. "That's not a hickey, I've seen hickeys. I've given hickeys. That is not a hickey. Now answer my damn question, who fucking hurt you!" At this point, the whole crowed turned to watch us. "You. You hurt me."

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido