"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you did that on purpose," said Miranda from behind her.
"You don't know anything about me," Beverly snapped.
"Maybe," Miranda said quizzically. "But I will. Soon."
Beverly watched the evil little bitch turn around and head for Simon's hospital room. How long would he have to stay there? Could she and Paul run? Could they fight back? Or were they both about to become pawns in a very sick game?
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What the fuck is wrong with you?
You've probably heard this before.
This story is not to my liking, you placed everything in sequence in your writing but, people can over look something's in a likable story. You missed the mark, this story was not likable. Even your characters aren't likable nor we we know anything. Maybe somebody will like a story where the blackmailer wins. It takes all types of people to make up the world.more...
What was the purpose?
What was the purpose for you to write this, hell I don't know what to call this pile of words. (Crap) I read for the fun of it but, there is no fun or enjoyment in this pile of words. Total waste, time I've lost forever, the world doesn't spin with piles of words in this order. I hope you didn't spend money to learn how to pile words in this order.more...
no balls
How is it nobody in these stories ever has a set of BALLS?
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cuck shit.
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