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The Quiet Ones

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(dark romance) -People say the quiet ones are the scariest.- Letizia Serafinne is the most attractive girl in town. Like any other teenager, she wants to graduate and attend her dream university. Her quiet, sassy, and classy manners steal many men's hearts. Their love becomes an obsession, causing her pain and horror in her teen life and many secrets that she keeps: her mother, her darkness, her secret stalker, and her secret addiction to the man she has yearned for. How long will she keep it quiet? “So you know—that I—” Her voice is shaking, I move my face down to hers and use my nose to touch hers. “That you are also obsessed with me—Zia?” I say. “Ha…” She gasps a little. Then, I grab her neck and kiss her. “Don’t you want me?” I ask boldly. She cries as her body screams for me. I grab both her hips against my face. “You’re fucking crazy—haa,” She says with her raspy sweetest voice. Her water runs slowly but all over. I devour all of it cause, SHE HAS TO KNOW—SHE NEEDS TO KNOW.
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