Reaper by Savannah Rylan

 

 

 

 

 

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𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘é𝙚.

𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴. 

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩*𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴. 

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧*𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 

𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘨.

𝙎𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦. 

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭. 

𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 

𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵... 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘚𝘩*𝘵.

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴, 

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵, 

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛*𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?

 

 

 

 

 

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 Seeing her name pop up on my screen brought back so many memories. Her face bombarded my mind immediately, and all of the sudden my exhaustion dissipated into nothingness. She had been my lifeline throughout high school. The one person I could lean on, no matter what. She taught me about love, life, friendship, and kinship. She taught me how to kiss, and what to do on dates with women. Hell, she even helped get my ass through Pre-Calc, which had been a nightmare in and of itself.

I rubbed my eyes just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. However, when her name didn’t disappear, I knew there was only one reason for her phone call.

She’s in trouble.

“Rose? Are you all right?” I asked as I picked up the phone.

And the second her crying filled the line, I leapt right back out of bed.

 

 

 

 

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Read the First Chapter HERE!

 

 

 

 

 

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Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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