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The Bad Boy's Promise

“You said you would leave me alone!” She snarled into his direction. “What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” “Pleasuring you.” He cooed before raising his shiny fingers, “Look how you coat me. How wet you are, Leah.” She stared at the glistening fingers in the moonlight. Gulping at the sight of them, she sighed wearily before turning her eyes to him, “Lea-Ahh..” she moaned as he plunged his fingers inside, one by one, leisurely with no hurry, making her her legs quiver. “God..” “God?” He whispered against her ear, “No god, sweetness. Just me.” . ****** It was a dream to live like Leah Adams. And it was something she wished for once every day when she looked at her classmate. It was just a wish, a little thought she had. Until it came true, quite literally. The opportunity was thrown in her lap by no one other than Leah’s Adams father. She had to behave like his daughter, study like his daughter and rule a school like his daughter would. But with her broken mind and spirit, it was easily said and done especially when she had no home to go back to. The home that was burned forever. ***** Dark romance. You have been warned.

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A friend in need- II

"Now," Leah cleared her throat, "does your mood for going to college have to do something with Kyle Mathews?" 

"What?" Lucy stuttered.

"What?" Leah smiled. 

"What did you just say?" 

Leah tried her best to control her smile a little bit. "I asked if your behaviour had something to do with Kyle Mathews." 

"Why would it? Why would my behaviour—why would my anything depend on Kyle Mathews?" Lucy glared at her but even then clearly stumbled for words. 

"I don't know." Leah shrugged innocently. I have no clue which is why I asked." 

"You asked?" 

"Yes, I did." 

"Oh," Lucy mumbled. She started looking down at her shoes and walking forward. Leah caught upto her and joined their hands, and she swung them back and forth.

There was definitely something between Kyle and her, some kind of tension that she had experienced herself. However, no one was acting on it and it was the only difference here.