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~Chapter Two~ Transported
He was cold Logan realized as the fog inside of his mind started to lift ever so slowly. In fact he was too cold. The tips of his fingers and toes could no longer be felt while the rest of him was lit afire によって the iciness. Shivers swept down his spine and the sound of his teeth chattering seemed to be ロスト in the howl of a strong wind. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this cold. Actually he wasn’t sure he had ever been this cold.
I do not own Wolverine または the Xmen, I do own Sasha Lynn Grey
Author: Patricia Anne McCarty Word Count: 1785
Passion of Love: Part one PG-13
This is for all my ファン of my ファン Fic who have read “Daddy’s Little Girl” And have been begging me to finish it , Well I am working on that fitting it in with all the other things I need to do. Mean while, This story is How Sasha Lynn Grey came to be. And other stuff too.
TOUCH TOUCH the scent was fire burning skin touch….touch burning within he wants her will she submit she wonders is she ready to commit touch touch they can take no more blazing flames they lie...
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Talia awoke with a jolt. Her room was filled with bright light. "Not again!" she moaned shielding her eyes as she got out of bed. She sighed with relief when she looked out the window to see that she was not providing the light. She would have felt terrible if her powers had kept anyone up. Talia stood in front of her window, allowing the early morning sun to shine in and warm her face. She could have stood there forever, but her stomach disagreed. It grumbled loudly.
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