THE HOT NIGHTMARE IS MY TEACHER?!!! by Raven gee (always you kirsty moseley TXT) 📕

the waist by a strong hand I was slowly lifted up so that now I could face the person holding me his hands were still around my waist his skin a glowing pale colour my eyes trailed upwards met by dark ones tinted black and glassy you could almost see your reflection pale unmarked skin and that’s when I noticed the scar almost translucent on the side of his neck. And then it came to me rushing like a tidal wave I was angry, I was angry a stranger had seen me like this…vulnerable, weak “LET ME GO!” I screamed half wailed at him he looked at me those dark orbs trained piercingly at me and then as if I almost imagined it the corners of his mouth quirked upward and instantly that was gone. “why the tears may I ask?” hes voice melodic as if an angel was talking… that’s it I’ve lost it now imaging things and hearing angels what’s next… Imprint

Publication Date: 04-20-2013

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Dedication:
To my friends shanks