The first book 'THEM' can be found on my backup account graveyardinmyheartt ONLY.
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The picture on the wall was beautiful to him. She was beautiful to him. So very beautiful.
And so far away.
His fingers brushed on the picture. Oh, how he wished it was her he was touching. How he wished it was her in her bed, not some random whore.
How he wished she was his, not theirs.
He admired her lips, how soft they looked. His eyes travelled down the picture, looking at every inch of her naked skin. So beautiful.
Around the picture were her canvasses, each more beautiful than the last. An artist. A true artist. And all his.
He felt himself harden at the thought of having her. He'd make her feel so good. She'd stay in his home, painting for him and just him, bearing his children, and he'd come every night to her, fucking her in their bed.
She'd never leave. No. That'd be too dangerous for her. She'd stay in their home. Safe and his.
Completely his.
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The only reason I am making this is that I think there are too many things left unexplained in THEM.
And well, as much as I curse the Creeds, I love them.
I'm stuck in Stolen so I'm gonna update this till I figure Stolen out.
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