The Willows Cry ( editing)

The Willows Cry ( editing)

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18 year old Katona Willows life changes when her parents die in a mysterious fire, and now she's wanted by a secret organisation, that could cost everything she is. I ran as fast as I could into the broken front door of the house, now in flames. "MOM! DAD! SIS!" I screamed through my hoarse voice. The fire was spreading and it was closing in all around me, it's tongues reaching to lick my heating skin. I searched and searched, but they were nowhere to be found. As I stared down, ready to give up, I noticed three blackened bodies lying against the wall. "No..." I whispered to myself. "NO!" I screamed as my eyes watered and tugged at my hair as I searched for a way out. I ran into the crisping dining room, jumping over flames. In desperation I ran into my parent's bedroom. The fire was growing closer to me and my only way out was the window, cracked in the heat. I leaped out and ran for the forest, only to find it engulfed in flames. The smoke overwhelmed me and filled my lungs. I felt my eyes close and my body fall to the ground as the world around me died in smoke and fire. Please go easy on me because this is my first story, and I hope you like it///
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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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