There was no light within him.
From the midnight curls to his charcoal eyes that stalked prey. He was the dark magic mother warned me of, and I wanted to be hexed. He was no match for me.
"I want to know you"
In which a girl whose only experience la...
Me watching watt-pad try to convince me to pay for stories when I've been reading free since I was 14 years old
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But like seriously tho- I get it like I REALLY GET IT. I don't mind the ads that pay them. Authors gotta get paid for their work because they work hard like I totally understand but..wattpad is a site for Free Reading and now I'm seeing charging to read books that should be on Amazon if someone wants to buy but come on. If they want us to purchase these few books then its only a matter of time before they start charging all and that's not what wattpad is about in my opinion
What y'all think?
Everything smelled like her.
A teasing spiced cherry blossom lingered on her
It was hard to miss
The little foreign, hand knit dolls to the colorfully woven been bag in the corner. I could tell were the things she cared for the most as they were more obvious than the Target accessories her parents adorned her room with.
A painting hung above the dresser, a skilled portrait of the moon over looking a mountain pasture. Our real one managed to shine enough light into the little mouses chambers for me to snoop and analyze. God where hadn't she been?
America obviously. I was jealous of her travels as I had never even left this rotten town, let alone the state. All of her hung photos revealed tropic islands or high mountain peaks with the widest smile i'd probably never see. My thoughts wave over to the thought of her on her first American date with insufferable Drew Douglas. I had no beef with Drew per say but our obvious differences made us aware of each other in the worst way.
He would see her at her best. The little mouse looked pretty tonight
Light makeup and some clear gloss that brought out the the subtle point on her cupids bow while plumping her luscious bottom lip. Her softly rounded cheekbones flushed a peachy color that blended magically into her fair umber complexion, and most importantly her lashes had been extended. Making her babydoll eyes more alluring than ever. My only guess is that Phoebe took it upon herself to transform the girl into an appropriate looking porn star that night at the Barn. I was into it strangely
But tonight though in irrational pain, I could see the enhanced beauty with the makeup. She normally didn't wear any to school and the barn was the only time it was heavy. But tonight..she looked perfect
And she would come back squeaking that accented squeak about how Drew was such a gentleman to her and that he asked her for a second because nice people match with other nice people.
And for some reason, I would listen. Even if some parts of their intimacy annoyed the fuck out of me. I had to give it to her, the little mouse was weighing on me.
But a relationship other than this was out of question. My attraction was undeniable but, as a man of control that; Dawn- would have to be at the top of thing I needed to be censored around.
