Bruh, is this some severe case of Stockholm Syndrome?? [img=faceslap]
"Okay," she bit her lip. 'Am I being arrested? What about all those soldiers? Oh no, what will Mama and Papa do now? Will I be stuck here? For how long, I wonder. Please let it be FOREVER, oh God. I don't wanna return back as long as I'm safe and sound with my dear Vurtie.'
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Ugh... I can't bear to read this. This is too gross and harsh!
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Almost read that as "cummyhead" 馃ゴ I need therapy. My mind's messed up.
"Haha~," the Russian ex-scientist covered an accidental giggle with her hand. "Why, you still couldn't figure it out, cute dummyhead? I guess all your brains have turned to brawn," she playfully stroked her hair, her articulated fingers freely brushing past the keratin fibers. "If it shouldn't be apparent enough, you're the one who contacted your niece, Catalie, to attack a man fitting the descriptions of Adam, suspecting him to be behind something treacherous. While you're not wrong, you were the culprit who began the chain of bloodshed. Thus, I simply returned the favor."
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"Very handy", real human hand inside cake. Classic dark humor. I love Radiyana now.
It was a disembodied human hand.
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Adam's a psychopath!
"Aaaa! AAAAA!" the water of pain welled out from Catalie's tear ducts as she crawled backwards on the floor. Her ankles and kneecaps were no longer functional due to the bullet particles lodged in the soft flesh and bone. "GET AWAY FROM ME!! UNCLE!! UNCLE MICHAEL PLEASE SAVE ME!!!!"
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seriously?? 馃槼馃槕
In honor of Michael, he inserted the tip of his gun inside her wet mouth.
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Adam is a necrophile, certified 馃様
In honor of his wife, Adam reached over and kissed her silent lips.
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Whoa whoa! Too much graphic violence
Blood squirted out from the woman's shoulder, now crying with a pain too unbearable, reinforced by an impending doom. The red bodily fluid splashed around her like a fountain. All the force from her heart ejected the blood out from her own body.
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well, that's unexpected.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaah!" Catalie let out an agonized scream, loud enough for being audible across the entire building. She dived right into her apartment, shutting the door behind her as if she was being chased by inhumane monsters. Behind the door, sobbing noises and her hyperventilating gasps could be heard.
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馃槏
Their lips met, absorbing each others' moisture, stabilizing their internal environments in equilibrium.
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Oh no! Girls are gonna drool...
Her eyes licked the delicacy pressed against her in the tight cavity between some pipes, scanning him from head to toe.
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chefs' kiss for this philosophy !
He couldn't remember the past; she did. She couldn't remember the present; he did. Entwined and bound for each other. Dependent on each other, yet independent together. Yin and yang, black and white, night and day. Any heartfelt philosopher could bathe in the romanticism references for hours on end.
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Lol, I can already imagine feminists quoting this to motivate themselves. 馃槅馃槀馃ぃ
Out of desperation, she had become the only lonely wise woman. But an independent woman.
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This wholesomeness is melting my heart. oh no, i can't 馃槱馃槶
He knelt down to caress the soft smooth cheek of the sleeping survivor.
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Aww, what a fairy! Would never wanna lewd her. 馃槱馃憢
The woman was dressed in a pearl-white turtleneck sweater, bottomed and gift-wrapped by navy blue overalls. Her blonde hair was neatly organized in a pixie bun, with strands of her sideburns gracefully hanging from the tops of her temples. With her plush doe lips and inhumanly beautiful blues of her eyes, naturally lined by a royalty of eyelashes, she was a dreamgirl for every man who desired an innocent butterfly for a life partner. Someone to protect every day and cherish in every way.
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Bruh, this novel's got more seductive descriptions than half of the romance ones I've read! 馃槱馃ゴ
Sleep caught him in its cosy clutches, biting into his neck and charming his jugular veins to let go. Sleep licked his eyelids, cheering on their momentary demise. Sleep extended a finger down his throat, calming his internal organs.
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The story has hardly begun, but I can already feel the heat of a new trend within these words. GE17, you've certainly done some clever work here with this storytelling.
Genesis Era
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