She who holds the blades
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Ongoing12m
Last published Thu, Aug 10, 2017
So, first off I recommend not reading this story until I completely finished with it. At the moment I'm just putting everything down and won't correct any mistakes till the very end. I'll try my best with this story. If you by any chance read it, I hope it captures some of your attention. Please bare with me on this, thank you!
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"What the hell is this?!"
I heard a new voice adding to the commotion, but I couldn't pull myself away from her. Holding her towards me, hoping by some miracle it'll bring her back to me, yet my heart can not stop what it wants and my mind telling me the whole truth of what happened. One thing is for certain...
"You did this" my voice bearly a whispered but I knew they can hear me "You did this! And I'll make you pay!"
Before I could even think through what I'm doing, Novic stand right besides me, I spat out the very thing that changed my heart
"I don't care, how much blood I get on my hands" pulling out my daggers "your all going to die!"
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Warning: Violent content, language, and maybe some... Mhm steamy sense 😉
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