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Fatal Desire

Chapter 3 I'm evil, but not a monster

Word Count: 1268    |    Released on: 25/11/2024

eping comfortably like he owns the place. His lids closed softly, his las

, unable to tear my gaze away from him. I wa

culpted, as if the Lord took a whole day to create him. His jawline is so sharp it could cut through w

n the most manly way ever. He is perfe

orite creation, I took my seat on the closest

me. Flicking my eyes from the e-reader in my hand to the only person who could pos

is up; I won't be b

is rude

re a

ss gra

, hoarse, and rich voice. If I am not mistaken-which doesn't

s if I myself am lost and curious to kn

room. His long fingers raked through his disheveled hair

i

twat just called me, Isla

dare

on the road to díe. That would

all but humorous smirk. "You

hear the way he inquired those questions,

h, w

me in my sitting position, and an

was in and repeated my earlier question. "

n?" the man I shouldn

u, a sexíst?

his six-foot-something height. I was just about to start admi

ad mouth for a kid.

ff. With two steps, I was standing close to him,

led, his light brown eyes gleaming

een," I

e th

o, it

sounds the

need of glasses and hearing ai

re and unhidden amusement. His lips c

ok so good whe

so not

ea

an asked, a smile now on his face and

his twenties,

ce, I pretended to ponder on it for a

udden change of topic greatly surpri

hy

name, should I not? I m

ne who does the

ven if it's once, to know whether or not I should give him my name

e said. "B

turned around and left. And, I watch

ome n

oma

tàr

neeling in front of me, I was on the ver

to do to him. I mean, what else am I supposed to do

is still leaking from the previous enjoyable-to m

unching

kicking?

emendously eve

now is the best time to do so. The sicko already got th

glue it shut. I definitely wouldn't have tortured him as much as I did if he gave me the information

of that

ce of the Earth the second he told me the trut

on, I slowly trailed my forefinger across the sharp edge of my beautiful custom-made k

in his bloodied eyes,

s rheumy eyes, all playfulness that wasn't even there in the first place gone to the

ge. He has been tied upside-down, right-side-up, and right now,

you are gonna hate what I will do." I simply informed him because I am a goo

il, but not

am

y, I th

life by spitting his bloodied saliva on my face as if drugging my drink wasn't alre

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