It was a tomb. His tomb.Long ago, he had been the most powerful servant of a powerful Keeper. In the name of his master, he had killed…Well…He cou...ldn't remember how many people he'd killed but he'd killed a whole load of them. After all, it was not like he ever counted. That would not be classy. As a Horned Reaper, he didn't live his life moment to moment, he lived it kill to kill. For one like him life was just a constant exercise in bloodshed. Sure, he could count the good fights he'd had.. Yep, next year would be better.Being a younger sister of twins, twins that were quite popular made it a tough act to follow and my older siblings were the cause of that. Jimmy was one of the schools stud athletes that lettered in both football and baseball, and Megan had been both homecoming queen as well as prom queen along with being one of the cutest girls in the entire school, as well as captain of the cheerleading squad.Jimmy always had one girl or another chasing after him, while Megan. Little licks and nibbles all over."Ivy sat up, grabbing her phone as it buzzed. She flicked through the messages, she paused at a pic attachment. A pair of bare breasts with the word Tits centered above. She frowned as they looked vaguely familiar but couldn't place them. Who the fuck is sending me naked boob pics? She didn't have time for games right now.She quickly typed as the limousine resumed moving then hit send.Affirmative. French Candy Kisses. Target confirmed as attending.Her hands. Didi ka naam bhakti tha or unki mummy ka naam rashmi tha dono hi sale mere fantasy thi unko roj dekh ke muth marta thha.Phir akhir kar ek din ahi gya jab mere family or unki family hamare samaj ki taraf se picnic pe ja rhi thi par mere exam thi isliye me nai gya or rashmi aunty or bhakti didi ko bhi mere liye rukna pada vo mera bohot khayal rakhte thetoh fir baaki sab to picnic ke liye nikal gye me unke ghar pe ruka tha mere books or lappy ke sath , subah ke 8 bajee the bhakti didi nahne chali.