The Culprit Of My Heart♡
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  • Reads 388
  • Votes 79
  • Parts 20
  • Time 2h 37m
Ongoing, First published Nov 20, 2016
"Are you seeing someone?" Drew said with a hint of anger and sadness in his voice.

"No! Me? No one like me!" Ellie rumbled. 

"How could you say no one like you?" Drew pause for a minute " I like you, I really do."

He slowly moves towards Ellie cupping her cheeks while lost in her eyes.
Lips are only inches apart, both trying to hold their breath and when there lips finally touch it like the time stop, the kiss started sweet and slowly it become hot and demanding Drew bit Ellie's lower lips which made her gasp and that's the Que for Drew to enter her mouth as there tongue battle for this hunger that they build. Giving goose bumps and butterflies erupting on the pits of there stomach.

Who can even tell that you can convey all your emotions in just one kiss. One kiss that make you weak to the kness. One kiss that could leave you on clouds nine! 

He is just a guy whose focus is to catch his enemy. She is just a simple high school girl who has a little secret...
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First time to write the figment of my imagination. Hope you guys will like it, Any advice and brutal comment will be appreciated. Thank you. Hope you enjoy it as much as i do.
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It was a rush of hatred mixed with sarcasm that killed her. One bullet to her chest and then another and another, until she slouched her way down to the floor, covering the white walkways with red. Her now leaving me in a cold trance at the tiny framed friend of mine on the floor, well that is until I looked up to the barrel of the gun pointing at me now. My heart clenching together underneath my skin, pulse raising as I attempt to make sense out of all this, and the brief illusion of a shadow on the wall behind her, all tease me when I’m trying to think if this is all true. That’s when it happens; his dark hair flowing in his eyes from his lack of going to the hair cutter and his violet eyes deepening the stare between the two of us. Don’t shoot! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill him. My thoughts scream at me, making my line of concentration grow slimmer with each word. Tears begun to fill the bottom of my eyes, my throat closing to the full extent, my ever so calm hands were trembling at my hips and the requirement of breath vanish from my lungs. His hands run out to calm this girl, speaking softly and letting her know that it will be alright if she simply lets us go. And just as she starts to give in to his pervasive act, the fire alarm sets off, sending her in a protective fury of gunshots. Hitting him dead on. Felt like a bullet to my heart.