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| Scorpion Flower | May 28, 2011, 3:03 pm Post #1 |
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Outlaw Torn
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This is my first one shot ever....hope you like it:) *************************** I walked down the street feeling numb. My life hasn’t been so miserable as lately. College was going wrong, lost my job, barely had money to pay my house and just a while ago my boyfriend, the one I thought was the one, broke up with me. Mark and I had been together for quite some time and that was another stab in my heart. I felt the world coming down on my shoulders and damn…it was heavy! Enough to make me crawl and crumble. Enough to make a 25 year old to think about her whole life and her own choices. As the heat burned my skin my parents words rang in my mind. I had moved to LA against their will. They’ve always considered it a lost case, but I felt that same way about the little village I grew up in Illinois. I’ve arrive to this immense city five years ago, just when I was 20. I began to work right away and went to college, then I met Mark right after and I was full of dreams and expectations. All that came to an end right that day. Like I said, I was walking down the street completely lost, not knowing exactly where I was going. The sun was clouded but it was extremely hot. The books I carried in my arms were becoming extremely heavy. My body was sticky from all the perspiration and I felt tiny drops in my temples. It was suffocating in LA, the air was thick, barely breathable and I kept going, stumbling into people, just trying to get nowhere, because I didn’t have nowhere to go. My vision blurred with tears prompting in my eyes as Mark’s last words kept popping up. “Ooh…” I whimpered not caring if people passing me buy could hear me. I was hurting. When you think things can’t get worse, they always do. The heat and clouded sky turn into heavy rain in seconds. I stopped walking and looked up at the sky. “Thank you!” I yelled and then felt my black hair being drenched, my white shirt completely soaked, so were my shorts. My feet slipping off the flip flops as I walked and I was just more pissed off than ever. Tears began to fall unashamedly, but then with the heavy rain no one could notice I was crying. “Fuck this!” I muttered all alone and at the same time taking a hand to my face to clean the tears, but there was no use as the rain kept falling down on me. “Fuck this shit!” I said louder and with that I just felt like hitting a wall and my books flew off my arms, landing on the floor and sheets of paper scattered all over. “Can’t you see where you’re going?” A guy dressed in black told me with a rather rude tone. “Look what you’ve done!” I exclaimed crouching and beginning to pick up everything off the ground. Books soaked in water, sheets of paper destroyed. My essay tore into pieces. I felt my shoulders shake as I subsided into heavy crying. I kneeled on the floor doing so and realized a lot of legs around me. There were at least four people around me. I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Let me help you.” I heard a deep voice saying. “Get off the floor.” The same voice asked me and his hand began to pull my arm to help me stand. I was fragile so I obeyed. I noticed a tattoo on this person’s hand and then I was able to see his whole arm covered in ink. I was never too fond of it, so I wondered if I wasn’t in the middle of some gang and was going to be robbed the next second, so I shook his arm away violently from me and this other guy came near. I was able then to look around me and these three guys under umbrellas were surrounding me. They were big, big enough to make me scared. Then I looked at the guy that tried to help me and my gaze fell on the most amazing blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He motioned a hand to the others and they stepped back a little. “You’re getting wet.” The guy told me, and one of the guys put me under his umbrella. I realized they weren’t a gang and that person was not going to rob me. I knew who the guy was and I was kind of mesmerized looking at him. I never liked their music nor thought any of them were hot. Mark was the fan, he was obsessed with that band, and his idol was right in front of me. James Hetfield was the guy helping me stand and for that I thanked him. “Thank you.” I said still with my voice shaking a bit. I put the books in front of my almost exposed breasts in protection as I saw his gaze fell on that spot. “You were rather distracted.” He commented looking up at my face again. His eyes met mine one more time and I felt my world dismantled that very second. First because his eyes were incredibly addictive and second because I was an emotional wreck. I felt my shoulders shake again as I tore into tears one more time. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I had a bad day.” I said breaking into tiny pieces in front of a total stranger. I noticed him curling an eyebrow. “Hey...there’s no need to cry...I mean…come on.” He patted my shoulder. “Tough day?” He asked. I simply nodded and tried to clean my eyes one more time. “Yes, tough day. I better get going.” I told him, and with that I turned my back on him and his bodyguards opened space so I could pass by them. Two steps later, my feet slid off the wet flip flop and I fell with a knee on the ground. The same hand grabbed me and pulled me up. “Look, you’re not alright. Let me help you.” He said, now under the heavy rain as well. “I don’t need help.” I said almost rudely. “Yes you do. Don’t be proud, come on.” He insisted. “Let me offer you a drink until you calm down a bit.” I looked at him not certain of my answer, but then he was more than twenty years older than me, so I thought why not. I could use a different company and I was immune to him or his music. I couldn’t care less. “Ok.” I ended up agreeing and with that he took my arm and guided me inside the hotel. My knee was bleeding a bit and I think I was only let inside the hotel because I had that figure by my side, otherwise I’d be bared for sure. I looked awful and soaked in water. My face covered in black from the mascara almost made me jump back when I saw it in the mirror of the elevator. I thought he was taking me to one of his bodyguards room, but no…he took me to his suite and there it was just the two of us. “Maybe you wanna take care of that knee first?” He asked me. “Maybe…” I said not feeling comfortable and standing in the middle of the living room. “You might take a sit.” He smiled. “I’m gonna get you the first aid kit.” I didn’t smile back but I sat down on the black leather couch and looked around. That was another world indeed. Not that I lived poorly but all that luxury, I couldn’t afford for sure. He came back with a white box in his hands and handed it to me. I did all the procedure and I heard him talking on the phone asking for tea. “Here.” I said returning the box to him when I was done. “Maybe you wanna take a shower, you’re all wet, you’re gonna get sick.” He said. “No, it’s ok…” I said. “Look…I can ask the laundry to do your clothes and until then there’s a robe in the bathroom that you can wear, it’s not gonna take long.” “I don’t want to be a burden. You must have stuff to do and I need to go home, or what’s left of it.” I said. “I was coming back to the hotel so I don’t have anything to do. Accept my offer, you’ll feel better.” He told me with a smile. A gorgeous smile that I have never noticed before but then I had never seen him in person before. “Alright.” I said. He showed me the way to the bathroom and then closed the door. I locked it right away. I noticed the place where you might dry the towels and put my lingerie there, there was no way I was going to give him my lingerie. I took a shower after, not a long one, rather a quick one and when I was done, my lingerie was dry and I put it on and put the robe he gave me as well, tying it with a knot. I opened the door of the bathroom gently and appeared on the living room holding my soaked clothes in my hands. Never in my life have I ever felt that embarrassed and uncomfortable. How awkward is that, to be in a bath robe in front of a total stranger. I noticed he had changed his shirt too, to a dry one and he was pouring a cup of tea. “Here.” He told me handing me one. Our fingers slightly touched when I grabbed the cup and our gaze met briefly. “Feeling better?” He asked. “At least your face looks different.” He smiled at me and that remark actually made me laugh as I remembered the mascara melting all over my face. I looked like a psycho. “I am feeling better.” I said smiling back at him and his smile opened even more, making me shudder a bit as I realized how cute that man was. “And you smile!” He exclaimed releasing a cute weird laughter that made me giggle. “On better days, I do.” I said. “Now, what’s the matter for you being that lost? If you wanna talk about it.” He said pulling a chair and sitting on it. I took the chance to sit right in front of him on the black couch. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Really…” I said. “I just need to get my clothes so I can leave.” “How old are you?” “Twenty five.” I said. “You should be laughing, enjoying life, having fun!” “Yes, I should be, only sometimes life isn’t so sweet on you that allows you to do all that. Not mine at the moment anyway.” I answered. “I bet there’s a guy involved.” He teased me. I smiled feeling me going softly with is conversation “Isn’t there always?” I asked back. “So they say.” He laughed loud again with that cute laughter. “My boyfriend broke up with me today, everything in my life is going wrong at the moment and I guess I just…got lost. I don’t know. My head was a mess. I am sorry for everything.” “No it’s ok, I must have a rib or two broken but it’s nothing much.” He joked and I had to laugh loud at his comment. “You can send the medical bill to my house, I still have insurance, well, so far.” He changed places and sat by my side on the couch. “Look, a guy doesn’t deserve all that despair. You’re very pretty and young, soon you’ll find another boyfriend, someone who’ll respect you and loves you back. If he didn’t want to stay with you, why bother right?” “Because I love him?” I answered him with a question. “Fair enough.” He said sipping on his cup of tea. “He is a fan of yours.” I said. “And you’re the one meeting me.” He laughed and I joined him. “Well, yeah…weird facts in life.” “What’s your name?” “Nadia.” He extended his hand at me and I shook it . “Nice meeting you Nadia, I’m James, as you already know.” “Nice meeting you too and once again thank you for helping me outside.” I said. “It’s nothing , honestly.” “Are they gonna take long with my clothes?” I asked as I wanted to go home. “I don’t know When they’re ready they’ll come here. Tell me more about you.” He asked. I was a bit amazed as how down to earth he was. I’ve always pictured rockstars as vain people and there I was talking to one that seemed to me an interesting person. He was nice and humble, had a great sense of humor and as I conversation flew, it didn’t seem like I was in front of a rockstar I just met, but a friend. His simplicity was overwhelming and the way he was willing to help a stranger overcame my misconceptions. My clothes arrived meanwhile and I changed but he invited me to have dinner with him and I stayed because conversation was good and he hasn’t tried anything with me. I began to feel comfortable as we talked and even though Mark was on my mind all the time, I began to laugh with him and enjoying his company. I showed him a photo I had with Mark at one of Metallica’s concert, that I had in my wallet. “So you have been to one of our shows!” He exclaimed looking at it. “Yeah, because of him. Don’t get me wrong but it’s just not my cup of tea.” I explained. He took another glance at the photograph and then looked at me. “You are really pretty Nadia.” He said then, which it felt good to hear. “Can you offer me something stronger to drink?” I asked him. “I think there’s vodka on the mini fridge, but I don’t drink, but you’re free to have it if you want.” “That would be great.” He put a bottle in front of me and a glass and while I poured the white liquid I felt his gaze on me and I looked up. His eyes didn’t stray and I began to realize that I felt attracted to him somehow. He was a handsome man indeed and that no one could deny, not even me, a person who never gave a second look at any of them. “Is it ok for you? I mean don’t you mind?” I asked. “No…” He shook his head. “Go ahead.” I took the glass to my lips and swallowed a bit of the beverage, feeling it burn down my throat as I swallowed it. He watched me seriously as I drank and I had the whole glass almost at once and then poured another. “Wanna go to the balcony? It’s not raining anymore and the view is quite awesome.” He said getting up. He opened the window and I followed him outside, tripping on the chair and falling directly in his arms. He was strong enough to hold me still, preventing me to land on the floor one more time. The glass though, was lost and smashed on the ground. He began to laugh loud. “One glass and you’re already stumbling?” He joked. “I’m sorry for this.” I said embarrassed looking at the glasses all over the floor. “Don’t mind.” He told me making me look up at him. We were close and our blue eyes met. My attraction crawled under my skin and in a hasty move I pressed my lips against his, feeling his scent intoxicating me. I felt his hands tugging around my arms and he gently pulled me away. “I can’t…” He said, but I felt him shuddering a bit at my move. “Wife and kids…” He added. “They don’t have to know.” I whispered caressing the back of his neck. I tried again, this time approaching his lips slowly, expecting him to pull me away again, but he stayed still. I brushed my lips in his first and then I kissed them. He tasted good. My grip on the back of his neck became tighter and I pulled him to me, kissing him for real. He resisted, but just a bit. Soon I felt his hands pressing against my back pulling my body to his and I felt this fire taking care of me. His lips obeyed mine and I kissed him lustfully until I felt the need to deepen it more. I parted my lips a bit expecting his next move. Though I felt this urge to be in control I was smart enough to let him be in control and soon his tongue invaded my mouth and searched for mine. That kiss took my breath away. “No one has to know.” I whispered in his ear as I pulled away gently. I dived my fingers in his hair and played with it, feeling his lips kissing my neck. Then his blue gaze sparkled and looked into mine and he gave me his hand, pulling me back inside. James closed the window and pulled me to him strongly, almost making me yelp with his sudden move. His mouth met mine one more time, and there I felt I was going to have him, because his kiss was nothing but filled with desire and lust. The tip of his fingers dug under my shirt and I felt my skin reacting to his touch. Goosebumps all over me. The man sure knew where to touch and how to touch. My own hands pulled his shirt away and I had him bare chest in front of my eyes in seconds. His eyes were darker when he pulled me back against his body. His arms closed around me one more time and we kissed again, then it was my turn to lose my shirt. “This is so wrong.” He said biting my neck so gently. His voice shaking and husky. “But it feels so good.” I said, completely lost in his arms. More than ever I wanted to have him, just that once, just that time. Not even in my wildest dreams I saw that happening in my life. Well, he wasn’t part of my dreams anyway. I kissed his neck and down to his collar bone. I kissed that part where he has the name of his kids tattooed, then his down his chest and finally I got down on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him while my hungry fingers tugged on the waist of his jeans and undid the button slowly. He bucked a bit feeling me pulling the zipper down and then I rubbed him with my hand. “Yes…” He let out so softly. I smiled victoriously, I loved to have some power over a man, and what better if not pleasuring him. His hips thrust against my palm greedily and then I pulled his jeans down and over his boxers I bit, softly, his hard member. I felt this urge to have him, so I freed him and grabbed his dick in my hand, stroking it. “Oh…” His lips opened perfectly and I kept on doing it and watching him. His eyes were shut and I felt him shudder as I stroked him. His hips thrust in need and then I decided to lick the tip. He tensed a bit as I touched that sensitive spot and when my lips closed around his shaft he tilted his head back releasing a louder moan. As far as I knew, he liked that, and there I was having the proof vividly. “Tell me what you like?” I asked him after. “Don’t use your hand for a while.” He asked, and I did so. For a while I just used my mouth and swallowed him the maximum I could. “Fuck…that is good.” He said. “Right there…” He moaned and I closed my lips around the tip and wriggled my tongue around it. “Ooooh Fuuuuuuck…” He thrust into me but I pulled back and stroke him with my hand, then I got back to the job, my hand and lips working on him and sending him to another dimension. His moans rang in my ears and let me know I was being successful and he was hard and one can possibly imagine. “So good.” He told me and I felt him looking down at me. I pulled away but let my hand in there and looked up at him. He shot me a wasted smile that made me crave for him that second, so I stood and kissed him, letting him know I was ready for him. His hands tugged under my ass and pulled me up, I took the chance to wrap my legs around him and he shoved me against the wall, thrusting against me, though I was still, practically, fully dressed. His erection throbbing between my legs and his lips devouring mine. Then he pulled away to ravish my neck and I tugged both hands in his hair. “Please, take me.” I almost begged. He put me down and got rid of his jeans. I had James Hetfield, completely naked right in front of my eyes. He looked gorgeous and he sure was the older guy I had never been with. Older guys know better for sure. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, sitting me on the table. His hungry hands released my breasts off my bra and he feasted on them for a while. His tongue flickered around my nipples teasingly, while his hands pulled me by my hips to him. I felt my blood boil in need. I had to have him right there and that moment. “What are you waiting for?” I asked him. “Until you beg me for it.” He said. But his fingers were undoing my shorts and I knew we would get there shortly. “Beg me…” He said in my ear so sexily. “You didn’t even want it.” I smiled, trying to control myself. James pulled my shorts off my legs, leaving me just with my panties, then he smiled at me. “Right…” He said coming back to me. He kissed me one more time and his hand touched me down there, teasing me. I raised my hips a bit more, needing to feel him better. “Ooh…” I moaned, not controlling myself. He pulled my panties to the side and touched my moist flesh, that was burning for him. “Oh fuck…so wet…” He growled. “Yes…all for you. Now please…” I said. I begged after all but I didn’t care. He pulled the panties down my legs and then pulled my legs apart, puling me to him strongly. He entered me roughly, with need and desire but I loved the rough move. His hips began to rock me immediately and I felt my legs shaking instantly. “Oh fuck, yes…like that!” I said with a whimpering voice. “God, you feel good.” He told me in response. “Fuck…so good indeed.” He then slowed the pace enjoying it more. It turned more enjoyable and less urgent to come but he sure knew what he wad doing. Every thrust made me shudder, his hands burned on my hips, his grip was almost hurting me. His jaw was clenched. I was on another dimension, I was not even sure in which city I was anymore. I just wanted to be there. “What are you doing to me?” I asked as he broke a quick kiss. Our eyes met and he smiled and I felt myself melting at the sweetness of that smile. For a moment we didn’t seem like strangers having sex, it seemed like we were lovers, as he knew which right button to press. Instead of answering me he kissed me and even his kiss turned out different. He kissed me gently, just as the same rhythm of his thrust, his grip became softer and his hands even traveled onto my back as in a caress. I was melting into the arms of that man dangerously. “Fuck me harder.” I asked him “Why end this right away?” He answered me. “I don’t know…” I said clueless of what was happening. “Shuu…” He shushed in my ear and kept his own sweet, wonderful and teasing pace. I wrapped my arms around him and let him possess me the way he wanted. “Come here.” He said pulling away from me. He offered me his hand and took me to his bed. I tried to be in charge there, but he rolled me down on it and ended up on top. My legs opened instantly and again he made his way inside of me, gently this time. “You’re killing me…” I moaned and arched my back feeling him. James leaned on his elbows and buried his face on my neck, spreading gentle and juicy kisses over it. “God…you smell so good, you taste so good…you’re so sweet.” He whispered. I just whished for a moment he hadn’t turned out so sweet because I was enjoying it too much. My arms closed around his back and my hands roamed up and down over it, tasting every bit of his skin. The tip of his fingers caressed my hair and he blew in my face as it was tremendously hot in that room. We stared at each others eyes for a moment but I felt uncomfortable and pushed him away from me. “Hey…” He curled an eyebrow resting on his knees looking at me. “Don’t look at me that way.” I said as I sat on him, sinking into that delicious man. His strong hands griped on my back and I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. I took charge. There he was mine and would go with my will. “Thought I was going away?” I asked him. “No..” He shook his head and smiled back. “You’re not going anywhere now.” He said. We kissed while I rocked my hips against him. I was feeling me peak, my body wasn’t taking no more of that man. His fingers dug on my back and he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip sexily. “Oh God…” I moaned loud as the heat was taking care of me. “Fuck…” I let out loud. Then my body shook and I tilted my head back, my hands clutched onto his shoulders and I rode my orgasm at my own will. His fingers searched for mine then and I let him grab me in that tender way, our eyes met and we didn’t resist to share another kiss. I swallowed his moans with that kiss as I felt him convulsing, not resisting anymore. The kiss broke when he calmed down and I pulled away. Our eyes meeting, one of his hands left mine and he pulled a strand of my hair away from my face, then the tip of his fingers caressed my cheek gently and we kissed again. “I think I better go now.” I said pulling away abruptly and leaving him alone on the bed. He didn’t react. I grabbed my clothes in the living room and slid inside of them fast. He came to give me my books. “Well, thanks for everything.” I said awkwardly, suddenly I felt a bit embarrassing and couldn’t even look into his eyes. “Here’s your books.” He said. “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” I shook my head and opened the door. I felt the need to run, literally, away from there. “Bye and errr…thanks.” I said opening the door. “Bye.” He said. I walked out of his suite and pulled the elevator’s button without looking back, thought I could feel his presence there looking at me. I was thankful when I could finally be on my own in the elevator as it took me away from there. I began to laugh. “Holy fuck!” I blurted all alone laughing out loud. The elevator got to the lobby and I passed by some people still laughing. I didn’t resist. I took the cell off my purse and wrote a text. “I just fucked your idol, you can kiss my ass!” and sent it to Mark, then I made my way back home rejuvenated. I put the books on the table and grabbed a glass of water, I thought about studying a bit, as I opened my philosophy book I noticed something hand written. “This is my cell, please call me. James.” “ Oh my god!” I blurted surprised. THE END |
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| Izzy | May 28, 2011, 4:12 pm Post #2 |
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Outlaw Torn
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That was just so HOT, I loved it! This was very well wriiten, especially the sex scene... ![]() And that note with James' number at the end was just so damn sweet, but also makes me wonder what she plans to do with it. But I guess we are not meant to know! ![]() Thanks for this short but sweet fic!!
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| Lilith | May 28, 2011, 4:59 pm Post #3 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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+__+ My brain just melted in my panties. Loved it!
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| ElisabethOrion | May 28, 2011, 7:29 pm Post #4 |
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I'm creatively constipated.
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Liz approves.
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| larscriancinha | May 29, 2011, 2:24 am Post #5 |
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Larsybaby
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LOVED IT
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| MamaHet | May 30, 2011, 7:17 pm Post #6 |
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Bad Seed
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So sweet and hot, I loved it, all of it. From the sex scene , to her mssg to Mark and right until the end, the note James wrote to her . I, as many others here, am interested in the further development of their relationship but as someone said...it's not for us to know it. Anyway, great story. All the amazing things come to an end.
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| Lalena | June 28, 2011, 6:25 am Post #7 |
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Frantic
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looved this.
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| Outlaw_Torn | July 11, 2011, 12:21 am Post #8 |
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Frantic
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OMG This is a dream come true... ![]() Amazing! |
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| Metallica 4 Life! | October 26, 2011, 6:35 pm Post #9 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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HOLY $#!+ !!! That is all I have to say! No words to say except HOLY $#!+ !!! Great fan fic!! |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | October 29, 2011, 9:18 pm Post #10 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Call him
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| Helvi | November 1, 2011, 4:22 pm Post #11 |
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Frantic
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hahahahah it was amazing ! wspecially the end SEQUEL PLEASE! Edited by Helvi, November 1, 2011, 4:23 pm.
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| Scorpion Flower | January 12, 2012, 9:37 am Post #12 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Maybe I should write the sequel of this.... I have some ideas:)))
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| ElisabethOrion | January 13, 2012, 12:09 am Post #13 |
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YES DO IT PLEASE |
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| Voxx | January 13, 2012, 3:05 pm Post #14 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Agreeeed!
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| Scorpion Flower | January 14, 2012, 4:07 pm Post #15 |
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Outlaw Torn
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The sequel is up, on the fan fiction forum, as I promised:) http://w11.zetaboards.com/Metallichicks/topic/7578044/1/#new |
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and right until the end, the note James wrote to her
. I, as many others here, am interested in the further development of their relationship but as someone said...it's not for us to know it. Anyway, great story. All the amazing things come to an end.


I have some ideas:)))

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