Terror
by Francine Pascal
The sight of blood makes my heart race. The slightest noise makes my palms sweat. A tiny spider makes my stomach drop. Everything frightens me. And I've never been happier.
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by Francine Pascal
The sight of blood makes my heart race. The slightest noise makes my palms sweat. A tiny spider makes my stomach drop. Everything frightens me. And I've never been happier.
Get BookMosh