“Dylan please wait, can you just try to love me?” Amelia asked, trying to hold the hem of Dylan's trouser. With a look of disdain, he kicked her hand away. Her last life string broke, the uncaring action from her best friend broke her that she lost all the will to live, blood dropped out of her mouth as her weak body slumped, lying lifeless on the ground. The only testament to the hard life she had was the lone tear that escaped her cold body … What other form of betrayal could Amelia experience than her best friend falling in love with her bully. Amelia was a plus sized girl who was despised by all including Valerie. The only person that constantly came to her rescue was Dylan and that made her secretly fall in love with him. Who wouldn't… Dylan is very intelligent and also a demigod. Amelia knew Dylan wanted a girl with hourglass shaped so she couldn't skip the enticement of Alura, the old witch who offered a perfect body in exchange for something secretive. Deal was done and the following session, Amelia resumed with a banging body that every man craved. But something was wrong, Dylan was not moved and in fact he actually liked her plus size… Amelia is now caught in between returning to her old self and choosing the new return student, Rowan.
view moreAMELIA. “Let me go, you fucking asshole.” I don’t recognize my deep voice and the throatiness of it. I sound like I’m really in danger. And maybe I am. The only problem is that I want it. Deep in the darkness of my chest, I fucking need it. Slap! I gasp as the sting registers on my face. He just…slapped me and…I’m wet. Holy fuck. I’m really insane. “Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you raw in the ass.” He grabs my chin with his calloused fingers and shakes me, and I swear I’m dripping into my shorts. I stop fighting for a second and he uses the time to release my wrists, grab my hair, and ram me against the stairs. I yelp and my hands shoot for him in a mad act of defense, but it’s too late. He’s already ripping at my shorts. I kick my legs in the air, fighting with everything I have. I fight like I’ve never fought before until I actually believe that I want out of this, that this isn’t something I already agreed to by not saying that damn word. Even in my madness, my strengt
AMELIA. Dylan. The one who’s currently cutting off my air supply while looming from behind me is none other than Dylan. I’d intended to kick and claw, to yell at him so he’d let go, but not only is he confiscating most of my oxygen by grabbing my throat, he’s also yanked both of my wrists behind my back and imprisoned them. My phone has clattered to the ground and the flashlight outlines dark shadows. Mine and his. We’re gigantic on the wall across from us, like some beasts coming out at night to let their instincts loose. If it were anyone else, they would’ve panicked at being immobilized in the dark by someone who might as well be a stranger. And while that feeling bleeds into my bloodstream, it’s not the only one. It’s not even the prominent one. The temptation I’ve been escaping my entire life burns inside me, resurrecting and rising from the ashes like a phoenix. “Dy…lan…” I manage through the small air opening he’s allowing me. And I know he is allowing it, because if he
AMELIA. “Mum, it's fine. You can leave, I'm not a kid anymore.” I told my mum for the upteenth time. She's always like this anytime she's leaving the house, especially when dad is not around. “I worry, you've been kind of withdrawn lately and I don't know what's wrong.” She said, touching my cheeks and my heart starts beating fast. Does she know about the choking sound I make each night? Does she know about the nightmares I have? That would bother her more, or did she know about Dylan?“Mum, I'm fine. It's just school stress really, I promise.” I told her and she looks at me for a while. “You do know that you can tell me anything right?” She asked me and I nodded. “Of course mum, I know. You'll be late for the show, come on.” I told her and hugged her. “You're my priority, I don't care about anything else, you're all I care about you know. So if you're not okay, I can ditch the show.” She told me, patting my hair from behind. “Mum, I promise you, I'm fine. Okay?” I told her an
DYLAN. My teammate licks his lips. “She reminds me of those thick porn actresses. Do you think she makes those erotic-asfuck noises like them?” In my mind, I’m jumping across the table, grabbing him by the neck, then bashing his head against the floor. I really wasn't okay with hearing him speak that way about Amelia. But I had to keep my cool. Once, twice, until blood oozes from a crack in his forehead. Then I go on until he loses some of his teeth and starts wailing like a fucking bitch. In reality, I remain still. I don’t even reach for my drink. Any change in my body language will betray my thoughts. I’ve learned not only to conceal my emotions but also to never allow anyone to read them. Thinking about inflicting violence, imagining the whole scene and its repercussions, is what helps me to cope. Not now, though. His words still ring in my head. The fact that he’s picturing Amelia in a porn scenario and fucking stereotyping about it burns hot in my veins. I need payback be
DYLAN.Coming to The Grill used to be normal. In here, I’m the center of attention and I also enjoy the mindlessness of it. The feelings that reach me from everyone around me are a much-needed distraction from my ominous ones. Coming from my background and being my grandparents’ favorite charity case has forced me to turn off my ability to feel. Or rather, to stop relating to others and only watch them from a clinical view. When I’m with my group of friends, I can decompress by observing them and letting their emotions wash over me. Like Damon, for instance. He’s loud, crude, and only thinks about getting his dick wet and being drafted into the NFL. He’s currently telling the girls his famous story of when he killed a bear with his dad. And while I’d usually relisten to his ego-retelling and even encourage him to go on, I’m in no mood for anything. Correction. I’m in the mood for kidnapping Amelia and chasing her. Or fucking her against the hood of her car—or mine. But that’s not
AMELIA. Goddamn it. Stop ogling his lips. Just when I’m about to pull away from him, an annoying voice filters in our direction.“If it isn’t Amelia.” I push Dylan away as Valerie and her minions and a few others from their exclusive club saunter by us. Damn it. Damn it. The last thing I want is to be seen in Dylan’s company by this band of thieves. They’ll never let me live it down and will make a whole big case about how he’s out of my league and blah, blah, blah. “Val,” Dylan greets her with ease. But at least he’s not trying to touch me. She raises her brows at me. “You aim big.” “Don’t you have some people to torture or make their lives miserable?” She smiles. “Maybe.” “Yours included, Amelia,” One of her minions screeches. “Go take a hike, Bee.” “It’s Bree!” Valerie inches toward me and whispers so only I can hear her, “Careful what you get yourself into. You never know what happens in dark corners.” My breath hitches as she saunters away, followed by her clique. Oh m
AMELIA. Something is off. Me. I’m off. Ever since Dylan had his tongue and fingers in and all over my most sensitive part, it’s like I’m an entirely different person. Because I want it to continue. No. I actually want another scene like in that room where I’ll be on the receiving end this time. Or maybe it can start like in the forest and end like just now. I still have him in the palm of my hands so I can ask for it, I think so… I frantically shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some loose screw in there? Instead of finally leaving me alone, Dylan exits the locker room first, saying he’ll wait for me outside. He leaves me panting and hornier than when he first walked in. It takes everything in me to put on jeans and throw on a shirt and my leather jacket before I go out. The late afternoon chill assaults my sensitive skin as I head to the parking lot. Sure enough, Dylan is waiting in front of his Tesla. With Ava. I hurry toward them, my cheeks about to ca
AMELIA. "Because it’s you.” “That’s not an answer.” I retorted.“It’s a perfectly adequate one.” “I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that you want all this depravity with me when you have the entire campus at your beck and call.” my voice trembled as I spoke softly.“The entire campus don’t make me horny as fuck after a newbie blowjob. You do. Also, the entire campus don't make me hard as fuck when I look at them. So how about you step down from your high and mighty tower and come down to my level?” Dylan smirked, amusement in his gaze as his eyes hovered me.“So I can service you?” I arched an eyebrow.“Among other things.” “In an alternative reality, maybe.” I scoffed.“You don’t mean that.” “I totally do. Does hearing me say 'NO' to you bruises your superstar ego?” “This isn’t about my ego, it’s about yours.” “Oh, give me a break.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.“It’s true.” “Are you telling me that if I say no, you’ll leave me alone?” “No.” “There. Your ego
AMELIA. My whole body ached, I didn't know who told me to agree with Ava on her games, but now my whole body was hurting. I can't remember the last time my body went through such strenuous activity. Another reason that I involved myself in the cheerleading activity was because the witch happened overnight, she kept appearing in my dreams and I almost died overnight because I couldn't breathe. The cheerleading activity took my mind off it and I welcomed the jabs from Valerie too. She intentionally made it more harder for Ava and I at the tryouts today. Valerie was just a bitch. Finally we were done for the day and I just finished taking a very long shower. I spend more time than needed in the shower until almost everyone leaves. When I come out, Valerie and the assistant captain of the football team are talking to the coach in the office adjacent to the locker room. Their voices are clear, but not their words. Hopefully, they’ll leave before I’m done. I’m not in the mood for jabs
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend Written ByOkwuma Esther (Esther~Writes) AMELIA The school Gym was packed with students; everyone seemed excited as they watched the cheer team practice their end-of-year parade. Loud pop music from one of Taylor Swift's popular jams played in the background as the girls danced. It has been one busy summer, and I couldn't believe I was finally done with the school year and by September, I would be in my finals. My eyes darted around the gym as I watched guys gush over how sexy the cheer team were. Not to lie, they were all hot, including the guys, with the hottest one being Valerie, the cheer captain and my nemesis. I could not help but glare at her with jealousy brimming in my heart; Valerie was the queen of Ravers High School. She was the typical blonde queen bee that was super rich. As much as I hate her at times I wished I had her perfect body so that I would be out there with them. I love cheerleading, but unfortunately, I wasn't bu...
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