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Isabella
I ran into my bedroom and closed the door suit with my back leaning on the door as if I am being chased. I was feeling sort of dazed, and my face was very warm. My lips were tingling where they’d rubbed his and I slowly touched them to see if they were as hot as they felt.
Isabella
My heart was in my throat by the time I got to Chris’ door. I knew I should turn around and go safely back to my bed, like a good little girl, but my feet refused to budge.
Isabella
It was really late when I finally closed my bedroom door and changed out of my clothes. Chris and I had nearly devoured all the chocolate but I placed the box next to the drying roses and fondly touched the program from our night at the theater.
Chris
I stood under the shower and let the steaming water pour over me. I was exhausted. My head was throbbing along with my heartbeat and my throat felt dry.
Isabella
The day had passed agonizingly slowly. In the afternoon I’d bathed, dressed, and fixed my hair. Then I spent the next three hours pacing around the kitchen and living room wishing Chris would get back. I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and went upstairs. Not much later I thought I heard voices and made my way back into the kitchen for a drink of water.
*REMEMBER! This chap took place in between 5 and 6!!!!!!
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Isabella
He called me ‘Babe’.
Isabella
Monday morning I opened my eyes and found myself heavily tangled in the white sheets of my bed. Waking up seemed harder than normal and I slowly realized that I had a headache, a stomach ache, and I was cold. I rolled over with difficulty and my stomach lurched. Shoot.
Chris
I stormed into the Den and threw my jacket on the floor. I poured myself a double-shot of Tequila, Jose Quervo. Then I tugged off my shirt, lit a blunt, and fell into my chair.
One Shot: Just a sexy sexy freak.
Here *Requested
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*Note: This where all the one shot’s will be listed, in case you haven’t read this one, do it now! ^__^
Isabella
I cozily stretched in bed and wished I never had to get up. The clock on the nightstand said 6:45 AM. If I wanted to be in time for breakfast I would have to get moving into the shower.
Chris
My hands trembled on her bare back.
What the fuck is wrong with you? I screamed. Get a grip!
When I’d seen her standing there in that dress…
I almost passed out.
So yay another update, finally!
One quick note in advance; as a writer and reader of many novels/romans, I know the great importance of being able to actually visualize everything concerning the storyline.
And that’s why I try to explain/write scenario’s as detailed as possible. However to make, in this case, the characters easier to visualize I thought it be nice to add some pictures everytime.
Have been getting requests of making manips aswell but i’m not that skilled with PS. Any Chrianna’s offering their services?
Chris
I pinched the bridge of my nose while the disgustingly cheerful woman showed us some petty legal documents and other crap. I wished she would just spill the unfortunate news to the poor girl slouching in her chair across the table from me. She talked for about ten minutes before finally turning to the child.
Isabella
I heaved a sigh and covered my sore eyelids which were red, puffy and thickly swollen. Everything ached, my nose ached, my throat burned, my stomach was churning again… I peered between my fingers at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. The red illuminated numbers read 10:15.
Shit.
IT’S FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA UPDATE ON FRIDAY!!
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I sat reading the words aloud, fresh tears in my eyes as I let the final words of the book resound through the room.
“And in the end, she had gone from a prostitute, straight into his arms. She was safe; she was loved, and she was finally home. “
