Toxic by K.B. Torres (little red riding hood ebook free .TXT) 📖

than anywhere else."
I continued, dodging as much civilization as one can in the city.
Looming in front of my yellow eyes, was an abandoned hotel.
"Four Seasons, huh? I'll stay for a maximum of one, thank you very much." I said.
I slowed my pace and began walking into a place that would change my life forever.

I hopped into the window. I found myself in a room that seemed to be completely bird themed. I sat there, dropping my bag on the floor. No dust rose up. No creaking noise. Just...Silence. It was then I realized two things: This place wasn't abandoned, and that this was a girl's room. I noticed the many brassieres in the room. That turned me on. Yes, I'm only a teenage boy, I can't help it. I stalked over to the nearest brassiere and grabbed it, fingering the lace exterior.
"I told you, Emmanuel, I'm getting the last of my things and leaving. We're not dating anymore, remember? Here, help me." A female voice said, it sounding thick and rich, like ambrosia, but also gentle and sweet, like candy.
The doorknob turned, and I stood by the bed, paralyzed.
The door swung open, and there stood a girl, her hair cherry red, her eyes yellow like mine. She was smaller than me, but still tall for a girl. She was pale.
Her eyes locked on me.
They pulsed a red.
"Who are you?" She snapped, her voice worse than venom.
"Er...I-I..." I stuttered, embarrassed.
I turned and bolted past her.
"Emmanuel! Get him!" She yelled.
I looked back at her.
She looked angry, and confused, and...
Wait.
Why does she look familiar?
I thought back to the girl with the apple or pomegranite.
That was her, yelling at a boy to stop me.
I. Was. So. Going. To. Die.
An arm swept out and clothes-lined me.
I dropped to the ground, gasping.
"Thanks." The girl said to the guy, Emmanuel.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.
"First, I'll take my bra back, then I'll figure it out from there." The girl said, snatching the brassiere back. "Get up."
She pulled me up, her hands warm.
"Come with me, you have some explaining to do..." She paused, a question mark look on her face.
Your Name.
She wants to know your name.
"Anakin. Anakin James Swan." I said.
"Yes, of course. Anakin come with me." She said, sounding regal and distant.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I asked, following her.
I looked down at her butt as she walked.
"Anastasia. Anastasia Gray." She said, not looking at me.
Yep, I think I knew her...




Baneful: Book two in the Toxic Series
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Publication Date: 02-26-2012

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Dedication:
I dedicate this book to my good friends Zavi, and Catlin, who inspired some of my humorous scenes. And Catlin, thank you for the art of Nothing. I finally learned Nothing!!!