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Chapter 12: Bad boy in the hand of Satan

I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling while twiddling my thumps. I had thirty minutes to get ready and to go to Granny's to meet the dragon. Hatred is a small word to say what she feels towards me. I sighed and sat up with my hair all over my face. I run my fingers over my face to push the strands of hair away. To wear a dress. I made my way to the wardrobe and opened it. I stayed in front of the wardrobe, hoping that a dress would magically pop out of it because I was feeling really lazy. I shuffled and threw the clothes out of the wardrobe. A green dress was the thing I spotted and I shook my head in disgust. Not my type. I turned the clothes around, throwing some on the floor and finally got a black dress. I smiled as I pulled it to me. I loved that dress. I took off my clothes and quickly put it on. It reached mid thigh and it stuck to my skin. It was really beautiful. I put my high heels and put on my make up. I fished for my blood red lipstick and put it on. I comb my hai

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