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'He raised his head, amethyst eyes boring into my own. My heart thudded erratically in my chest, waiting to see what he'd do next. "Come, let's eat," he murmured. "Wait what?" I spluttered. I splayed my hands on his broad chest and gave him a good shove. Fat lot of good it did to me; he didn't move an inch. It was like pushing a brick wall with all the progress I was making. "I'm not on the menu, buddy," I panted. "I didn't say you were but..." He smirked. "Are you offering?" "Ew!" I shrieked. "Hell no."' -*-*-*- Crimson Valentine: childminder by day, ghost whisperer by night. Her jobs were no walk in the park and having dealt with the likes of screaming, incorrigible children and ghosts alike, she was somewhat savvy in both. However nothing could have prepared her for the horror of finding out her fiance had cheated on her, left her with his gambling debt, and skedaddled away. Now not only did she need to repay the debt, she needed to figure out how to do so, and fast, before the people behind the money demanded her life. ----------------------------------- {UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY} Well, I think it's safe to rate this story mature, just in case something comes up *wiggles eyebrows* you know what I mean. AMAZING COVER MADE BY @FREAKSHOWGRAPGICS
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