The Story of Us (Carnage #1)

by Lesley Jones

Sometimes I’m a nice person, sometimes I’m a bit of a cunt.

Same

“If you really want me to, I’ll try to stick to just kissing,” I rolled my lips between my teeth and tried not to smile too big as I continued… “but I was just about to show ya me tits.”

“Frank, Bernie… I know we’re young, but I need you to know that from the first moment I laid eyes on Georgia, I’ve been a little bit in love with her.

Tonight, I especially wanted to be able to sing it for my girl. Gia, this is for you. I love ya, babe.”

After Sean could barely contain his laughter at my first attempt, I soon learnt that despite its name, the act had nothing to do with blowing whatsoever. I think I will forever glow crimson when I recall the moment I held his dick in front of my mouth and blew on it like you would a hot cup of tea.

I am HOWLINGGGGGG

“I reckon two carats of diamond has got to be worth a quick something.”

My world stopped spinning, the little man laid his last brick, and my heart stopped beating the way that it used

I go to yank my wrist from his grasp, but his hand clamps onto me tighter. “Such an angry little Kitten with such sad eyes. Who hurt you, Georgia? Who took the light out of those pretty blue eyes, hmm?”

Woah wait what i feel like i just switched from a YA book to SHHMUUUUT real quick bahahaha

“But you don’t know me, Georgia. You haven’t had a chance to get to know me. If you let me, I’ll blow your mind, baby.”

“Well, I’m not exactly dressed for dinner.” “You’re dressed perfectly. I’ve always wanted to have a twelve-year-old-boy with great tits over for dinner.” He tried to keep a straight face as he spoke. “Do you realise how wrong, on so many levels, what you just said is?”

“Really?’ “No, I lied just to make conversation coz you’re boring the fuck out of me.”

I was gonna break in and just sit and watch you sleep, but then I remembered that Frank has a gun, and I really didn't wanna get shot until I'd put things right with you."

big brother Bailey.

sorry but im so over the corny ass nicknames

been slept in, so I didn’t have to put clean sheets on it. I just threw the cushions that we’d bought to match the new bedding just a month ago onto the floor. At that thought, my heart stopped, started, sidestepped, and then carried on its normal rhythm.

I stared straight into his eyes as we fucked.

Oh shit

I went to bed happy and content, appreciating my large and loving family, but not realising that it was the very last time that we would all be together, and that our dynamics would be changed, shattered irreparably before the year was out.

Ohhhh noooooooooooo i don't like the sound of this at alllllllll

“I’ll be your boyfriend, G, but only if you show me your tits.”