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Stalking Charlie

perritheplatipus

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Reads 30,756
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Parts 52
Time 4h 44m

perritheplatipus

antisocialpersonalitydisorder apd badgirl bestfriend creepy daddysgirl family hate highschool love-hate mischievous murder obsession paranoia posttraumaticstressdisorder psycho ptsd sexy stalker twins

"Rocky.."

Finally.

Finally I know how it feels like to kiss Charlie Raven. My whole body sighed with pleasure as my lips molded with hers, my brain buzzing in triumph.

I ignored all the thoughts racing inside my head. I forgot about all the possible implications of what I was doing. Her lips are driving me crazy, and her soft feminine body pressed close to mine feels so glorious..

She tastes like coffee, and vanilla. With a hint of mint.

And she is my twin sister's girlfriend.

With stalker issues.

Not to mention mischievous and evil to the core.

But how the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off her when she intentionally walks around braless and leaves bathroom doors unlocked?All Rights Reserved

antisocialpersonalitydisorder apd badgirl bestfriend creepy daddysgirl family hate highschool love-hate mischievous murder obsession paranoia posttraumaticstressdisorder psycho ptsd sexy stalker twins

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ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ by kakiaa_

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴇɴɢᴜʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. They burnt my flowers down, imagine how mad they would go when they see they grew back as thorns. They should've made sure the heavens weren't on my side when they killed me. For I have returned in devils form to claim vengeance for the girl I used to be. "Ｗｈｏａｒｅｙｏｕ？" I have built up walls of concrete, I caged that strange organ in the centre of my chest because it stands as weakness. But it is melting melting melting, my defences are crumbling, my heart is beating. It's strange. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. No one has ever dealt with love without getting their hands burnt. ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵐᵉᵗ ʰⁱˢ. "I cannot love you." "So hate me." "I tried that a long time ago." "And what happened?" "𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥." They spent years torturing me, teaching me I was unlovable, a monster incapable of loving. So I believed love was much like sand, an unattainable something which would slip through my fingers the moment I tried to grasp it. But now my battered heart gnaws its way out my body, pouncing into my stained hands, begging, pleading, falling on its goddamn knees as it tells me: '𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.' TW.⚠️

The Backpacker's Dream by CanisMajoris5

'No, he didn't'. I was so shocked by the turn of events. Everything was going fine and then suddenly boom, everything turned upside down. I just couldn't believe this. What did he think of himself? 'Leave me alone.' I said firmly but his hold on me was so strong. I was struggling to get out of his bear hold but to no avail. 'Oh!! So, the poor lady thinks that I will leave her alone and just let her go free?' He had that evil laugh and boy, his breath stank. 'Man, you just signed your death warrant and I will do one favour on you.' No one messes with me. 'Ooooh, I am so scared that I almost peed my pants.' Again that idiotic laugh. I counted till 5 and then kicked right in his balls. I turned around and grabbed his hair from roots, jerked them so badly and then gave my hard elbow shot on his chin. Everything happened so fast for one moment he was standing and the other lying on floor wiggling. I charged at him with my cheetah speed, picked up a wooden rod and started hitting him wildly, 'You idiotic stinky breath was trying to steal my backpack. You are so dead.' 'Favour, favour, favour.' He was screaming in pain just after few seconds and was panting hard. I picked my paste from my bag and threw at him, 'Brush your teeth.' I was fuming. I turned around and saw him standing wide-eyed, 'Hi, I am Scarlett.' I smiled showing my 32 teeth. 'I am scared.' His look puzzled me. Starting date- November 5, 2019 Completed on - May 23, 2020 All Rights Reserved.

Behind Closed Doors by Brooklyngirl1026

I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life. A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert. My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold that was most likely covering most of the room. My hands were tied behind my back, my feet tied together and I was sitting on the floor, propped up against a wall. I heard a slight shuffling across the room that was coming closer to me. I tried my hardest to keep my breathing under control to seem confident and fearless, but in reality, I was shitting my pants and squealing like a scared little girl on the inside. To say I was terrified was a drastic understatement. I was petrified, shaking with fear, but they were not going to know that. "Who are you?!" I demanded. If I was going to die, it would be with the name of my kidnapper. A voice boomed closely to me, "Well, if I told you that, this wouldn't be any fun." **************** Skylar James, a 24 year old girl, is kidnapped by a very well known gang who has a vendetta against her family. In an attempt to find light in her situation, she makes friends with one of the members. Logan Grant was forced into the gang at the young age of 16. He was abused until he became emotionless and ruthless, so that one day, he could rule the gang. Everything was going smoothly until Skylar is brought in. With a blindfold wrapped around her head, he instantly feels bad for her, though he cannot show it. Afraid of getting caught, he shows no emotion while others are around. Though, behind closed doors is a whole other story.

Gone Too Far (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 1 (COMPLETED) by xWorkInProgressx

M for manipulative A for attitude I for impulsive S for sarcastic I for irresistible E for emotionally unavailable. Growing up, you're told that the safest choice in destructive situations is to walk away. Whether it a destructive personality or you're in an uncomfortable situation, you abandon because your conscience is telling you enough is enough. ---My conscience is on indefinite holiday in the Bermuda Triangle. I am the destructive personality that your parents warned you about. The girl that hangs with people that pressure you into drugs. The girl that invites you to a party, fully knowing that it will end early because her 'friends' are fucken neurotic. I'm the girl that encourages you to sleep with multiple people, regardless of who they are, or what they have, because who says you can't? If I invite you out, don't expect me to stick around long because I bore easily---leaving you stranded in a grass field, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and tell you to call a taxi-even if there's no service. I'll admit I'm a girl that didn't care about much of anything or have anything to give.' Maybe you'd see differently if you understood the true horror I've been through. ----Then after a binge and a drive---I end up in trouble but that's not the only trouble I find. ----'Suddenly the door swung open and in rushed my mother. She saw me sitting on the chair and rushed over, scolding me almost immediately, ''Maisie Scarlett Brooks, what were you thinking.!'' 'Ì was thinking it was time to come home and go to bed. Instead I get pulled over by some obnoxious police officer.''

A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1) by shadowed_descent

She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

The Mafia's Mercy by Laisha_Gardner

I stepped into the doorway, turning back to look at him as he tucked his hands into his navy blue jean's pockets. Despite my obvious insecurity, I leaped against my timidity, asking, "Will I ever see you again?" There I was, standing with the door wide open before a man that I didn't know, begging that he'd say that he'd be interested in seeing me again some day. After a brief moment's silence, he stepped toward me, closing the short distance between us. The knuckle of his index finger gently lifted my chin, the pad of his thumb brushing the shadow beneath my lips. My heart fluttered in my chest, my eyes drawn to his compelling ones as he murmured, "I'm dangerous, doll. I'd do you good if I stayed away." I should've left it alone. I should've listened and shut the door, but I didn't. I couldn't. ~the Mafia's Mercy~ She saw it happen, but she was smart enough to pretend she didn't. She understood why it happened. She understood why it had to happen. What she didn't understand is why they didn't hurt her brother. What she didn't understand is why they didn't hurt her. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew her life was set to change forever. The Mafia doesn't kill your parents and leave witnesses behind. How do they make the best use of them? When they're adolescents, they don't dispose of them. Instead, he plans, nurtures, and when he's ready, he exploits.

Decadent by DystopianMilieu

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife by imcrazyyourpoint

Her twin sister was supposed to be married a dangerous mafia man until she disappears and she has to take her sisters place. Updated weekly Tuesday Dominate man Smut 🔥 labeled and spicy 🌶️ I knock once softly and say, "Come in." "I'm super sorry about interrupting. I was wondering if anyone had any food allergies or anything before I made lunch for everyone." I ask, looking at them and waiting for their response. "Just me, I have a shellfish allergy," a guy says. "Okay, no worries. Thanks. Sorry again." I said, closing the door behind me and hearing muffled voices. "Ti sto dicendo che non è mia moglie. Ho bisogno che tutti scoprano cosa sta succedendo." {I'm telling you that is not my wife. I need everyone to find out what's going on. } "Sono d'accordo che tua moglie non cucinerebbe in questo momento. Odiava anche Atlas" {i agree your wife would not be would be cooking right now. She also hated Atlas} "Non preoccuparti capo, scopriremo cosa sta succedendo," I hear another voice say as I cook. {no worries, boss, we will find out what's going on} Not edited!

Evolved by Kayla_Bee23

"Do you know what you're doing to me?" He leaned his head forward and buried it in her neck, inhaling deeply before peppering kisses along her sternum. She was on fire now. Her energy had a mind of its own, intertwining with his and causing them both to gasp in pleasure. Hera leaned her head back blissfully giving him more access while holding his shoulders for balance. "Do you want this?" Her eyes fluttered shut as his kisses moved across her neck to her shoulder. "Yes," she sighed. ... Hera has never felt normal. She has no friends and very little memory of her childhood. Almost every day unexplained migraines leave her terrified. She hears and feels things that are simply impossible. Convinced she is destined to be locked away in a psych ward her symptoms only get worse... After another horrifying episode, she is told the secrets of her past. Her family comes from a long line of superhuman beings that are hunted by a powerful organisation. Hera is an Evolved. She must be crazy. Right? [First Draft. Unedited]

Hashtag Criminal. (Completed) by Roman_renegade

Highest rank #2 in Humor The heat that came from his body made me almost want to embrace him. His breath fanned my face due to our closeness and I parted my lips in attempt to lose the air in my throat. His eyes travelled my actions to my lips and I watched his eyes darkening as they lingered upon them way too long. Biting his own bottom lips, he moved closer to my ear so that only I could hear what he has to say next. "Close that mouth of yours sweetheart unless you want something else inside it." __________________ Getting kidnap is one thing. Getting kidnap while you're on a walk with your grumpy cat who can't stop peeing is another. Feyona and Keyona are twin sisters. Everything about them is identical except their eye colour. What happens when one of the most powerful and cherry-tomato loving, hashtag criminal Sebastian, accidentally kidnaps Feyona instead of Keyona for the reason we're yet to find out. (Contains some mature scenes) NOTE : I HAD WRITTEN THIS BOOK WHEN I WAS A STUPID TEENAGER, SOME PARTS MIGHT MAKE YOU CRINGE AND THERE ARE HELL LOT OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴇɴɢᴜʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. They burnt my flowers down, imagine how mad they would go when they see they grew back as thorns. They should've made sure the heavens weren't on my side when they killed me. For I have returned in devils form to claim vengeance for the girl I used to be. "Ｗｈｏａｒｅｙｏｕ？" I have built up walls of concrete, I caged that strange organ in the centre of my chest because it stands as weakness. But it is melting melting melting, my defences are crumbling, my heart is beating. It's strange. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. No one has ever dealt with love without getting their hands burnt. ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵐᵉᵗ ʰⁱˢ. "I cannot love you." "So hate me." "I tried that a long time ago." "And what happened?" "𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥." They spent years torturing me, teaching me I was unlovable, a monster incapable of loving. So I believed love was much like sand, an unattainable something which would slip through my fingers the moment I tried to grasp it. But now my battered heart gnaws its way out my body, pouncing into my stained hands, begging, pleading, falling on its goddamn knees as it tells me: '𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.' TW.⚠️