So I uploaded, I might be slightly drunk though but that’s always debatable…
Ish did I just say that…
I figured anything I write after this you guys won’t give a crap so I might as well just put it in one chapter.
Shut up Kay. Alright Kay.
Anyway! I know I’m a bad bad bad bad girl *insert me getting spanked* and I made you wait forever blah blah blah.
Ya that’s it, I’m not going to try to defend myself… I’m swapping ladybugs off my keyboard actually…
Oh! Translation like I promise! So the crap in French in the last chapter meant:
My soul has its secret, my life has its mystery. An eternal love in one moment conceived; the pain is without hope and so I had to silence it. And the one who cause it never knew.
Most of you screw up the mal part. Mal here meant pain and not evil. Gotta be a real Frenchy to know the difference! 0_0
So enjoy!
Oh and btw! SidneyArden I uploaded again in the 24 hour deadline so I want more Puppet Assassin! Oh hell YEAH! It’s not the 3 days deadline now! You have 24 hours young lady before I throw that cat on you! 0_0
MOUHAHAHAHAHA
Si Manech était mort, Mathilde le saurait.
Bubbles…
And btw I’m a shrimp!
ENJOY!
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First thought when I woke up, “Hmm, nice smell”
I had that thought few other times this week so I wasn’t surprise but when I took a deep breath to enjoy the nice smell again I realized my position.
Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!
I had fallen asleep in the bed bunk, WITH Blake and I was kind of in his arms right now. Actually I had on hand slipped under his shirt stroking his stomach.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…
Seriously, WHAT THE HELL? What was WRONG with me?!
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!
Alright, his skin was super soft and his stomach muscular and all I really wanted to do was snuggle closer to him… maybe lick him… but that would just be pushing my luck a little too much, right?
Oh god what had I put myself into?
So very very slowly I tried to get out of his hold, to not wake him up. I mean the last thing I needed was to have him wake up and then proceed on mentioning we had “slept” together.
Seriously what the hell had I been thinking? Or not thinking? Ugh!
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I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know
Teen FictionLexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.
