I love the darkness in you

I love the darkness in you

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This is my first story on here. I don't know when i'll post and stuff like that because this is all new for me. Give me time to figure this out.:) Rules for the moment i start my story: 1: Don't copy any of it!!!! 2: Don't take parts out of it!!!! 3: Be kind :) Love you and hope you'll enjoy it. Hopefully i'll post something soon x Summary: In a world were love is a crime, in a world that is torn apart, Ashley is an assassin. Killing has been a part of her life since the day she was taught to be the assassin she is now. She's deadly. But this new victim is different. He's not afraid of her. She wants to know more about him. But she needs to watch out for the rules. Do not touch one another. Do not talk to long to one another. And the most important one: do not fall in love. But in a world that is already broken can breaking the rules be so bad?
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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