“Though, it’s rare. It’s still not impossible. It happens in some patients with a heart transplant.”, I cross my arms over my chest, my ears picking on every word he utters. Doctor Lee rises from the bed, and waddles to the nightstand. He rummages through the array of medications scattered across its surface, his eyes scanning the labels. Finally, he picks up a specific bottle and holds it up. The soft light illuminates the prescription label on the bottles. “This one," I feel Jamie's gaze on me, seeking answers. But I’m just as curious and concerned. “This is why she’ll be experiencing sleep walking. However, it doesn’t mean that she needs to discontinue its use”, Doctor Lee returns the bottle to its precise spot among the scattered medications. His eyes linger on it for a moment before he turns to us. “Well, that must’ve been alarming”, he chuckles. “Sometimes it slips my mind to let the family and guardian of the patients know about the medication’s effects.”, h
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE “L—luca..”, I squeak out, my voice trembling as I struggle to speak. My fingers grasp at his hand, nails digging into his skin in a desperate bid for escape. Luca's gaze snaps to mine, his eyes locking onto me with an intensity that makes my heart race. My voice cracks, "Y—you’re killing me." The words barely escape my lips, but the plea is evident. Luca's unyielding grip tightens around my neck, his fingers digging deep into my skin. My face burns with a creeping flush as my airway constricts, each breath a struggle. Panic sets in, my vision blurring at the edges. Tears well up, threatening to spill as I envision the worst. My eyes plead with Luca, desperate for mercy. My hands grasp at his once again, nails scrabbling against his skin as I try to pry him loose. The world narrows down to this suffocating moment. My blurry eyes lock onto Luca's, but the familiar warmth in his eyes is replaced by an unsettling red glow. His g
As Zane speaks, I find myself drawn to the movement of his lips, the small action intriguing me. Their soft skin bounce against each other with every heavy word he utters. I rest my elbow in my palm, my wide eyes fixed on Zane. I’m the background, the coffee shop’s loud chatter interrupts our conversation. However, my ears could only catch the voice of Zane amidst the noise. My inquisitive eyes trace the contours of his face. They drift from his strong jawline to the subtle curve of his nose. How do these people achieve such grace and beauty? And those captivating lips. Gosh, it’s unfair. I know I’m not the only one attracted to this kind of beauty. I could hear faint whispers and giggles from the girls sitting at the table from across us. And from my peripheral vision, they curse and scoff once they notice my presence. I won’t lie, I'm swept away by this man’s out worldly beauty too. My heartbeat picks up its pace, thumping ceaselessly in my chest. A flutter rises in my c
"It’s going to rain soon,", Zane says, his gaze drifting to my worried face. If it rains right now, I know that I’ll be in trouble. I still have a few tasks to finalize at the office before I call it a day. And here I am with no car and no means of getting back to the office building. I take a glance around the streets, watching as people walk briskly about in haste to reach their homes before the rain begins. The sky rumbles again, fueling my racing heart. Not even a second after the second rumble, I feel the first droplets of rain on my skin. I look up at Zane, whose worried gaze mirrors my concerns. It’s like he can see through my thoughts. His hand rests on the small of my back in assurance. "My car’s over there. If you want to..,", he says, his words trailing off as his voice takes on a suggestive tone. I could sense in his movements that he doesn’t want to give me the wrong impression that he’s overbearing. And I totally understand. We barely even know each other
I gaze up at him, genuine fear etched on my face. For the first time, I didn’t know what to expect from him and his monstrous cock. His eyes are already devouring me before he can even start executing his plans. He bends to my eye level and pecks my lips. Then, his fingers wrap gently around my neck and he carefully lifts me up. I’m drawn to his red orbs that seem to capture me in the moment. My heart rams into my rib cage as I watch the veins on Luca’s neck darken, traveling up to his face. A smirk plays on his lips and I quickly notice the two sharp fangs protruding from his perfect rows of teeth. Is he going to kill me or something? I’m skeptical of the whole thing, however, I don’t do the only thing I’m supposed to do in the moment—remain calm. Although I’m fighting the urge to scream, deep down, I’m scared to see this side of him. Is he always this scary? Luca's grip on my neck relaxes, his fingers leaving behind a fluttery sensation on my skin. He takes a step back,
The rain patters against the tinted glass windows as Luca and I ravage each other without mercy. His weight presses on me on the couch as he leans forward to grip my neck. He puts light pressure on it. His strokes are relentless, our bodies moving in perfect sync. “Ugh—I like that”, I choke out, my voice cracking. It's intriguing how the most unconventional experiences can become the most exhilarating. In my case, it is the forbidden sex between him and I. I’m married, he’s barely committed. He’s not even human. Is it the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline, or something more deep? Whatever the reason, it's undeniable that the excitement of exploring uncharted territory can be utterly captivating. I find myself overwhelmed with emotion every time we're together. And there isn’t a day that I do not scream out his name when he ravages my insides. He's the first person I've been with outside of my marriage. And the extent of our connection is undeniable. I can
Luca’s car screeches to a stop in front of my house. The soft hum of the car’s engine only seems to increase the tension between us. I fear he would want to address what he’d heard me thinking of earlier. So throughout the drive, I make sure to avoid conversations. But most importantly his eyes. The evening shadows cast a grim glow on the quiet streets, mirroring the chaos simmering inside me. Luca turns off the ignition silently. His eyes locked on me, he analyzes every tiny detail about me. From my restless blinking to my fidgeting hands. The sound of the rain pattering against the windshield only adds to my discomfort. He shifts in his seat, his hand instinctively reaching for mine. But at the last second, he hesitates. My mind sighs in relief. I know that in this very moment, should he touch me, my fragile heart would explode if not nearly end me. I have fought my hardest to not let him see behind this facade. It’ll be great work to pick it up again if it crumbles
Afraid to face me due to embarrassment, I guess, Jamie stands rooted to the spot. His back is still turned to me. I had no idea how I could be helpful. I didn’t know whether to comfort him, be sorry for the little guy or just laugh. Why is he awkward anyway?! We’re married. I drift across the room and past Sandy, my feet shuffling closer to him. I reach out to his shoulder but he recoils from my touch. “Don’t look!”, I jolt in surprise, my face shriveled in fear. He didn’t have to yell at me. I’m just trying to help out. He really doesn’t seem alright but I’m not going to push it. If he doesn’t want me to be of assistance, I’d simply not be. I turn on my heels and with no other word, I exit the kitchen. As I depart, the soft rustling of footsteps lead me to believe that Sandy’s probably getting closer to him. Likely to tend to him. With that in mind, I discard any thoughts of Jamie and whisk my handbag from the couch. I wouldn’t even bother to have breakfast anymore. The
I lay in bed, drowned in my sheets, legs curled up to my chest, struggling to unhear Luca’s ordeal in the bathroom. His guttural groan when he finally spills over, letting his seeds spray onto the tiled floor, swept away by the running shower has me trembling uncontrollably behind the closed door. There’s no way I wouldn’t be overwhelmed hearing him moaning my name softly as he pumps himself to a well-deserved climax. I didn’t know it but my hand had traveled into my pants and before long, I found myself rubbing my clit in sync with his own movements. There’s a voice at the back of my head, a warning, that if I reach too deep into the temptation, it’ll be hard to pull myself away. Better to stop when I still had some self control left. But have I ever listened to anyone? Until my legs almost gave out under me, I didn’t stop running my fingers up and down my oozing cunt. “Damn you, Luca”, I whispered, as my climax took a hold of my insides, a sweet pleasurable kn
I lay in bed, drowned in my sheets, legs curled up to my chest, struggling to unhear Luca’s ordeal in the bathroom. His guttural groan when he finally spills over, letting his seeds spray onto the tiled floor, swept away by the running shower has me trembling uncontrollably behind the closed door. There’s no way I wouldn’t be overwhelmed hearing him moaning my name softly as he pumps himself to a well-deserved climax. I didn’t know it but my hand had traveled into my pants and before long, I found myself rubbing my clit in sync with his own movements. There’s a voice at the back of my head, a warning, that if I reach too deep into the temptation, it’ll be hard to pull myself away. Better to stop when I still had some self control left. But have I ever listened to anyone? Until my legs almost gave out under me, I didn’t stop running my fingers up and down my oozing cunt. “Damn you, Luca”, I whispered, as my climax took a hold of my insides, a sweet pleasurable knot woven in
“You shower first. I’ll try to see if I can get a separate room” Stella’s not easily swayed by his earlier mentioned excuse for why they’d have to share a room. In fact, she had caught his eye twitching once when her gaze refuses to leave his face, in suspicion. Could be mistaken, who knows? But it’s too obvious to be the fault of an unfocused vision. And well, hearing her say she’d find out by herself, kinda puts Luca in a tight spot. That would mean that she’d crack through his lie. Maybe even start making assumptions of her own. It’s bad for the efforts he’s making to get her to trust him. Oh, but what’s even bad is how easily his forehead creases, giving away his guilt. He’s done it so often, he would’ve developed wrinkles by now if he weren’t immortal. By the time his eyes force themselves to look up at her, Stella’s sharp
3RD PERSON’s POV “You’re late” Is the first thing Luca says once the door to the police car slams shut after the preying man from earlier. He looks out of the window, his face full of regret. But his eyes cackle with a fire that simmers underneath his dark orbs, an indication that he has no remorse for his shameful behavior and will attempt it, if not now, then later. “And I would’ve handled this a lot better than you did” Although his arms are crossed over his chest, a scowl painted on his handsome features, there’s the undeniable fact that he was concerned about Stella’s well being. Would make it his task to whisper a few words of gratitude to the lady behind the reception desk, for her quick thinking. And maybe even slip a few bucks into her palm when he goes for a handshake. Otherwise, the scene would’ve been bloody painful to look at. He didn’t like it when people tried messing with his.. His…mistress? Lover? Would he call it love? Well, he certainly knows that he
“Are you sure you two will be alright?”, I echo, glancing back at Sandy and Jamie as they stood by the doorway of our house, a sad smile on my face. Jamie yawns. His shoulders press against his ears, mouth stretching wider as the seconds past, the rest of his face scrunching up. It’s too early, yes, it’s obvious from the still dark sky, little dots staining the black blanket. Sandy, however, is still very much awake. Having helped me pack my bags late into the night through to the crack of dawn. This is it. Didn’t even take me long to pack my bags. I would’ve used it as an excuse to stay longer. The brown envelope, as I opened, held a first class plane ticket, and a hotel key card that I could only guess belongs to the hotel I will stay at in the new country. The driver waits impatiently, he’s been doing that for the past hour. Oh if eyes could kill, I would be six feet beneath the gro
“You!”, he orders, finger pointed at someone in a directionless manner. Heads turn, eyes drifting away from his stout build towards whoever his call is directed at. They murmur their thoughts, no one comes up. It’s absolute chaos, giving how no one’s unable to crack the coordinates. “Oh scratch that!”, he mumbles, flipping the pages of his stack of papers over. He adjusts his glasses on his nose bridge, eyes swiping across the paper in concentration. Then he looks up. “The one named Stella Graham!”, his voice echoes throughout the room. Echoes through me as my heart skips a few beats forward. His gaze sweeps through the crowd, expecting a response or at least a raised hand. Welp! Their eyes are on me. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Heck, my head feels fuzzy, I could fall on my knees any moment from now. It feels heavy how fast the atmosphere changes, feels suffocating since the attention is on me. “Ah, so it’s you. You’re a pretty one”, he mumbles to himself. The w
That day, when night turns up, I couldn’t get an ounce of sleep, plagued by Jamie’s unexpected marriage proposal. I tossed and turned in the sofa, blanket riding lower and almost falling, leaving me cold and exposed every damn time. Guilt and frustration smack me in all angles, making it hard for me to find any rest. Jamie’s sudden change in character calls for alarm. To say that I’m concerned is an understatement. His words are fucking etched into my mind, echoing for as long as my mind keeps wandering to that part of my thoughts. The genuine look in his eyes just make everything far from being okay. Breathing ragged, beads of sweat scattered on my forehead, I push myself up, sleep wearing away from my senses. I rub my tired face with both palms, casting a sideways glance at the wall clock. The ticking hands crawl slowly over the numbers, taunting me with the late hour. It's past 2 a.m., and exhaustion is creeping in, but my mind refuses to shut down. Sleep remains elu
I give him a quick glance, eyes narrowed and face twisted into one of the most disgusted looks I’ve ever had or ever given to anyone. “Just take me home already”, I mumble, hands crossed over my chest, the gesture a clear sign that I’m impatient and he needs to hurry up if he doesn’t want me flipping things over. Eyes boring holes into him, I dare him to make a comment, to smirk, to do anything that might push me over the edge. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of gloating over the intimate details of my dream, of seeing the vulnerability. The vulnerability that he's somehow managed to expose. It's a petty move, but I'm determined to match his nonchalant energy, which is slowly, insidiously getting under my skin. But he raises a brow, deciding to end the matter in silence before it brews into something else he wouldn’t want to entertain. I bite the inside of my cheeks, struggling to stifle a laugh as my gaze falls on Luca's ridiculous footwear. He's wearing over
My head would’ve almost snap from how hard it whips around, searching for the source of the voice. It’s deep, smooth, but has that just-awoken morning touch to it. At first, it’s not familiar to my senses. It doesn’t even occur to me how foreign my surroundings seem to be. The golden drapes hanging right above the bed, cascading down from either sides of the gigantic bed, might I add. As compared to my same old boring bedroom interior, this one has a few artworks hanging on the auburn walls. There’s a large floor-to-ceiling window to my left, auburn blinds covering the view and little bits of the the early morning light seeping through the little cracks. There’s a burgundy colored door by the window, that I suppose leads to a bathroom. To my right stands the man that was just in my dreams. The man I had done so many wrongful and sinful deeds with in just one fantasy book. It’s unbelievably hard to fathom how real his beauty is. Even as he leans against the doorframe