Widow, Khadijah [early readers txt] 📗

Thank you for reading you dudes are great please enjoy my story and most of all enjoy yourself. 2011. Com'on guy there is no right to copy anything better yet NOTHING

Chapter 1
The Twelveth Victom

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"Please Stop!" Maxwell yelled. "How can you do this to me!"

A smile comes to my blood red lips as I hear his shriek of terror.
He was the richest man in "Hollow Sweets", He was spoiled, selfish, sexy...

"Why are you doing this, let me out!"

He was tied up...in electectrical chair... that I, myself had put in a special knot, from my early secret days as a ACSM (Acorn, Caramel, Scout, Member) when I was just 10-years-old.

"What's a matter Max, can't handle a storm?" I mocked as I walk around him, then stoped and faced him.

I bent down gave him a peck on the nose and skiped my way towards a big silver polished lever.

He got a bit startled when I gave him a peck, but i'm used to it.
"What are you doing!?" He shreked. "Don't pull it down!"

"Begging will get you no where, honey...", I smiled, my hand was now on the lever.
"G'bye Maxy..."

I pulled the lever...
Screams of terror went throught out his own mansion.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! You bitch! Stop that!" He cussed.

My smiled faded, and pulled the lever back up.

"What did you say?" I walked over to him.

I scowled at him at as blood shivered do
wn his male-modeled face... He sighed in relief.

And smirked. "Bitch, your not going to kill me you will be foun-..."
*Slap*
I striked him - hard...
"Bastard...", muttered, expressionless I walked over to the lever pulled it down.

I ignored screams of terror and walked out the room.
You think i'm cold?
You haven't seen nothin'.

By the way, my name is Fariest...I take the hearts... and flesh... men are what I draw in... I feed on their love.

Then... uh ... well... didnt you just see what happed to my 20th victom, "Maxwell Stuward's".


That dirty, sexy Batard, always flirting with the first girl he sees even if it was his cousin.

He makes me sick, I will never ever have a realationship with him... unless their were money involved.
I walked up the stairs out of the basement a

and recived my suitcase and exited the front of the humongus mansion.

I could still hear that pain in the ass still screaming.

Damn, he still isn't dead, I thought.

I paused and reached into my dress pocket and took out a 20 pack of cigarette matches.

I swiped the match on to the strip cigarette cover, and instantly lit.

I flicked the match inside the mansion causing it to land on the red long curtains. I walked away leaving him in the burning house.

"Die...", I wispered to the house as fire builded up in the windows.

I walked towards Maxwell's MWV Jeep and entered, placed in his car key and, put the car in gas and drove off.
As I was riding I noticed the Gas was 1 hour away from "E".
"That useless fuck, he didnt fell up the gas." I tucked my long black hair behind my ear, in frustration.

"I guess a little trip to the, gas station will do me well." I thought aloud keeping my eyes on the road.

Publication Date: 05-13-2011

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