| Author: | Emma Clark | ISBN: | 9781310983719 |
| Publisher: | Emma Clark | Publication: | April 13, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Emma Clark |
| ISBN: | 9781310983719 |
| Publisher: | Emma Clark |
| Publication: | April 13, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
TROLL Part Four is an erotic short of 6,000 words. This installment includes violence and disturbing language.
Twenty-one-year-old Kyla Adkins frequents the Internet in search of her soul mate.
While online, she meets hot and devilishly handsome Justin Brogan. Dangerous, arrogant and quite psychotic, Justin hacks into Kyla's computer and soon he controls everything, including her heart and her life.
THE TROLL SERIES
Excerpt:
Laptop screen flickered on, putting an end to my rambling thoughts. It was like a time bomb had been triggered and was fixing to go off.
Instead of a bomb, the laptop exploded in song.
'Only You' by The Platters played as a screensaver of photos roamed the monitor.
'For it's true, you are my destiny,' the old song went until I lurched forth and switched off the computer, then sat back to keep an eye on the screen.
The creepy laptop resurrected itself and crooned, 'You're my dream come true, my one and only you.'
"Jesus," I said. "This isn't happening. Not again. Can't be."
'Only You' started over. Not only was this happening, apparently it wasn't going to stop.
"Stop it, Justin!" I screamed at the monitor as I launched from the chair and prepared to kill the Toshiba L675.
TROLL Part Four is an erotic short of 6,000 words. This installment includes violence and disturbing language.
Twenty-one-year-old Kyla Adkins frequents the Internet in search of her soul mate.
While online, she meets hot and devilishly handsome Justin Brogan. Dangerous, arrogant and quite psychotic, Justin hacks into Kyla's computer and soon he controls everything, including her heart and her life.
THE TROLL SERIES
Excerpt:
Laptop screen flickered on, putting an end to my rambling thoughts. It was like a time bomb had been triggered and was fixing to go off.
Instead of a bomb, the laptop exploded in song.
'Only You' by The Platters played as a screensaver of photos roamed the monitor.
'For it's true, you are my destiny,' the old song went until I lurched forth and switched off the computer, then sat back to keep an eye on the screen.
The creepy laptop resurrected itself and crooned, 'You're my dream come true, my one and only you.'
"Jesus," I said. "This isn't happening. Not again. Can't be."
'Only You' started over. Not only was this happening, apparently it wasn't going to stop.
"Stop it, Justin!" I screamed at the monitor as I launched from the chair and prepared to kill the Toshiba L675.
