Macbeth's pov:
All she was, all she is, all she will ever be is someone to let my seed be free. My corrupt desires be free. Oh, but when her eyes lingered on me, those dumb, doe-eyed orbs. When her soft, pink plump lips grazed against my neck. All the things she does unfixes my hair. Desire always played the lead roll in why I took her to be bed so frequently. Why my wife no longer satisfied my deepest, darkest, cruelest desires.
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Short imagines✨
RomanceThis book consists of short imagines, mostly romantically dark by my friend. I also extend and add to them. My friend: @never_normal04 Updates every other day or as often and regular as I can make them! ✨ Requests are open if you would like to read...
