You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The person with the most recent calls was none other than Luther. She recalled that day, the two of them kissed in the snow. What a beautiful and warm scene. She hated it so much that she pinched the back of her hand with her nails so deeply and she sucked in a cold breath of pain, and could barely hold it back.

She dialed Luther's number and soon the call was answered.

"Baby, miss me? Where are you? Are you home yet? I'll be back soon. Wait for me."

At the other end of the phone came Luther's low sexy voice and intoxicating intimate words.

Charlotte's eyes were on fire, and the words burst out almost from between her teeth.

“Luther, I have Joyce. Club Pascaylia. Come now and collect her body!" At that, she did not give Luther any chance to speak.

Charlotte slammed Joyce's phone into the concrete, smashing it to pieces. Still, she felt she did not have enough. She went up to the phone and stomped on it, hard, and hysterically, until it was crushed. The floor in the rotten building was covered with dust.

At the moment, because of her constant trampling, the dust was flying in the sky.

The fine powder burrowed straight into Charlotte's nostrils, invaded her throat and finally her lungs.

Charlotte coughed up repeatedly.

never had any formal treatment. At the moment she was irritated by the dust, and

pale echoes were constantly shuttling back and forth, which

rushed up to her face, she had

was really

Damn, damn, damn it!

a tenderness she had

enjoy it

was mad

else, she hated Joyce and she hated

was all them that brought her to this

not survive, but neither would

are

a long time and never stopped, and

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go to the hospital, and they did