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Words truly were inferior to actions, and currently, every thought her mind created, and scornful utterances her lips sprouted centered on this majestic aged woman didn't tally with her action. Not in the slightest fucking bit. Francess did imagine herself snickering fearlessly at the sight of the illustrious Beth Ford. The defined European lady had her great deeds sprinkled across the world like sand over the Earth - many either were overjoyous to be in her present or numb caused by overwhelming intimidation. She was evidently experiencing the former. Francess' tongue knotted in her mouth, and her palms become sweaty then slightly shaky. “F-fuck.” In an attempt to comport herself, she fisted both hands then exhaled, trying to rid her body of its abrupt stiffness. Here in Killian's library - a place he mindlessly boasted of being his haven had unnervingly been occupied by this prominent woman. As the man of the house, the brown haired remained collected and his wife? Stephanie w
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He was covered with more than blood. The prickling, hurtful sensation gliding throughout his body due to the presence of countless pieces of glass scattered everywhere on him eventually got noticed. The rush of adrenaline during his escape has faded, giving space for the appearance of agony. Tony looked fucked. His mere breathing sounded overly tortuous, and the prominent veins crawling all over his bloody skin got urged by pain. “Shit…” A low cuss erupted from his lips once his shaky fingers reached for possibly, and hopefully, the last piece of glass — a large chunk of it penetrating deeply in the elbow of his right hand. Under the deserted bridge, and during the early hours of such a wintry day, the sole, detestable individual bearing the notable Williams family name — Tony could be seen seated, heavily enervated on the dirty ground. Roughly, half a day elapsed after the once-in-a-lifetime twist of fate; that occurrence was downright unexpected. Regardless of the pains sur
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Parting her thickened wet eyelashes, the beams of the moonlight seeping through the large framed window kissed her face as she sighed. So slowly, she properly began showering with mind torn between two unsettling topics — Doreen's absence and Francess' presence. No… It would've been swell if the two ballet dancers didn't meet — ever again. Back then — their past, although unresolved, wasn't so hurting Tessa; it was never this bad. Confrontations were a lethal catalyst; she assumed leaving Europe would prevent the scene that occurred a few hours ago but….“I should've never started dancing. Fuck!” Slamming her hand hard on the glass walls encasing her, frustration morphed into liquid, took the place of blood in her veins and circulated unwantingly yet unceasingly in her entire being. Back then, guilt was always beside her — making living hard, but gingerly, Tessa realized better than any she didn't feel guilty. She felt stupid for befriending the brown haired — Francesca D'Arcy on
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