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Xavier’s girl

I heard the door opening. "I'm fine Stephanie," I said thinking she was the one that followed me. "It cute you think my sister cares" I hear Alan voice "What are you doing here," I asked him annoyed "Oh just doing someone a favour," he said as Xavier walked in behind him. I was alarmed as to why they were both here "what do you want" I asked both of them getting up. "You're in my room," Xavier said as he locked the door behind him. Making me more alarmed. "I'm sorry I didn't know, I can leave, " I said not wanting to anger him. I made my way to the door but Alan grabbed me "not so fast sweetheart" he said holding my arm. "Please let me go" I begged them. I didn't know what they were planning but I knew they were up to something. "Why would we do that" Xavier said walking to me and stroking my collarbone making me shiver. Vanessa morales just moved to town. Shy, smart and quiet girl planned to spend most of her high school life hidden. But some how ended up at the cheerleader tryouts and the school bad boy blackmailing her. She tired her best to stay away from him but he wasn't letting her go. She didn't know he had plans for her. He has been waiting for this days for years, waiting for her to return. Of course she didn't remember him (he never forgot her), that didn't bother him cause he knew she belonged to him. He would do anything to make her stay this time. One party and her life is ruined. Warning: This book is provocative. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genres this book is not for you.

cluelessgixl · Teen
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68 Chs

What did you do

I stood there staring at the tv. What the fuck did I just watch. They thought I was dead? Why would they think I was dead? I could feel his presence behind me. I knew he was there. But he didn't say anything, did he hear it too.

I got up slowly as the woman voice fade behind me. I was dead? But I wasn't. How did they mistake me for another girl?

I turned to look at him. He was standing behind the couch with a bag in his hands. I looked at his bag then his face, remembering that he walked out on us. Where did he go?

"You weren't meant to see that," he said placing the bag on the couch. What the hell was inside the bag.

"Why do they think I'm dead?" I asked him still looking at the bag.

"Because you are," he said casually with a fixed expression

"What!" I whispered "what the fuck did you do"

He moves towards me making me take a step back. He paused and gave me a questioning look.