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Love & Hate Eclipse
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To Put A Leash On The Master Strange Situation
/ ZAVERE /When Heidi kissed me earlier, I did not know what went through her mind.What I do know is that it isn’t easy, or possible to simply switch off one’s feelings in three days.I have seen how good a couple she and Hunter are, and I know the connection they have.But despite that, I cannot deny my own feelings.The girl drives me crazy. And every action she takes, every word that comes out of her mouth, looks and sounds sexy no matter what it is.However, I do not think she feels the same about me, but I’ll let her have her cake and eat it. As long
Last Updated : 2024-12-05To Put A Leash On The Master These Feelings I Breed
/ HEIDI /This headache will mince my brain to nice little cubes sooner than I’m able to find a painkiller in one of these fucking drawers.There used to be many of them—the painkillers, I mean—usually on the table, under the pillows, in the wardrobe, in the drawers, even on the damn floor. How I cannot find one when everything else in the room remains the same is not a mystery, but unsettling.“Fuck. I can’t be arsed,” I mutter just as my phone dings on the bed.Sitting on the floor and resting my back against the bed, I go through the meager, little thing that won’t stop buzzing―
Last Updated : 2024-12-06To Put A Leash On The Master Heidi's POV
Sound duppies would have a field day tonight if they weren’t on Christmas holiday (someone mentioned something about this. I can’t recall who).The analogy might not be true though. Ghosts are just fallacies after all. But I wish they were real. Then, I’d have summoned a few to shut the next Villa up.I had forgotten what it felt like to be Vadarya’s neighbor. It’s a hassle, not gonna lie. If the girl knew I were here, she’d be banging drunken fists on the door without minding the alarm screaming at her.She’s insane. That’s all I can say.
Last Updated : 2024-12-07To Put A Leash On The Master Heidi's POV
She struts toward me, spicing the walk with all her sassiness and whatnot. Typical of Vadarya when she’s vexed or in the mood to flirt. As she stops a few inches in front of me, she doesn’t bother to look down, only because her eyes are stuck on mine. But her lips certainly know what to say when they move. “Wrong attire, young lady.” She scoffs. “Big balls you’ve got to show your pathetic face here.” “I…” Jeez! The words have flown again. I’ll have to drink to ‘never have I needed to say rubbish in my life’. Like, at least say something, Heidi, come on! “Uhm…”“Uh. Uh. Your tongue dashed too?” Vadarya mocks.I sigh. “Vaddy…”“Get out.” When she speaks through gritted teeth, you know she’s not joking. And when she threatens with her half-filled, lowball glass right in front of your face… “This is not just a drink, Heidi. It’ll leave you blind a day or two, so save yourself the agony and leave.” …you know she’s code red. I’m not the type to wait around for the alarms to go off, so I
Last Updated : 2024-12-08To Put A Leash On The Master Heidi's POV
“By the way, how’ve you been?” I ask; don’t know where that came from—it just slipped through my lips.“Do you really have to ask me that?” Vaddy’s laugh gradually dies down as she makes a rotating gesture with her index finger. “Look around. My parents are gone… AGAIN. And I’m hosting a biiggg countdown party. Why else could that be? Boredom. Loneliness. But you’re back now.”No. Not for long.“How about your boyfriend?” Another. Unintended. Question.“Good.” Vaddy sips her drink, looking at me from beneath her lashes. “Mhm…” Then she gulps the liquid hard and smacks her tongue. “Good.”“I miss when we used to fight over his steaks.”Vaddy sniggers but frowns two seconds later. “What steaks though? You haven’t met him.”“I did. Raphel, I think?”“Raphel? Who the heck is Raphel?” The hell? I’m confused for a while then… fuck! I should have first asked if she was still with him. It slipped my mind that Vaddy changes partners like she does her wardrobe. I often even mentioned how stran
Last Updated : 2024-12-09To Put A Leash On The Master Life's No Easy Feat
Hattie caught me riffling through my wardrobe for comfortable clothes.Oh, I did not call Hunter. Instead, I texted Zavere to ask him for an update on his search.I’m growing worried for both of them, so at least knowing they’re safe could be some assurance. Though if one asks me, I don’t know why I’m bothered. I should be happier they’re gone. Unless I’m only eager to see Hunter return to face the repercussions of the mess he created.Speaking of mess…“Heidi, you made a big mess here.”I crane my neck, looking back to see Hattie standing far from the vomit like it’s an Abyss that’d swallow her once she stepped close.“Uh…” What do I say? I’m a grown-ass woman who ended up drunk and jelly-legged that I could have even pooped on the bed if the need arose. “I’m sorry, Hattie.” That’s all I can say, really.“This is an old habit, Heidi; apologize after doing the deed. Not very nice now, is it?” Right, someone
Last Updated : 2024-12-10To Put A Leash On The Master What If... A Travesty?
I didn’t expect Hattie to be up so early after the previous wearing day. Wish she stayed in bed a bit longer, then I wouldn’t have to feel guilty for lying here while she’s in the kitchen working her ass off, although she’s getting her work’s worth.“Hell, the knives are loud,” I mumble as I stroll down the stairs. Hattie’s standing by the kitchen counter, dicing fast. It’s the sound that woke me; whack, whack, whack, it went like a cheetah sporting metal shoes in a race. “Morning, Hattie.”The woman doesn’t look up from her work. “Morning.” I zone out near the entryway, but it doesn’t mean I don’t notice Hattie glancing at me a few times as if silently asking me why I’m standing there. “It’s too early. You should be abed,” she utters before I take a few steps back to peek into the living room. The clock says past seven. Not too early if I were going to work.“I got tired of sleeping.”“Then if you’ll stand idle, I can’t have it. If you won’t, you better leave.” Damn, so hot-tong
Last Updated : 2024-12-11To Put A Leash On The Master Are You Truly A Murderer?
My room’s the best place for me to be right now, except, the black feels quite morbid; not as if colors would have a better effect. I feel like I’m deep in an ocean, where the glimpses of light from above have died away, and all that’s left is an all-around tenebrosity suffocating me even faster than the water.I suck in breath, tears burning at the sides of my eyes, tingling in my lungs, grafting to be let out. But I’ve told myself ‘Heidi, you’re not shedding one more tear on this matter’, so I’ll stand by that.Now I have to be strong. I’ve shown too much frailty to the point it’s exhausting. Dominating how I feel has come to be a need, especially prevailing over those who strive to manipulate it—the likes of Hunter.My phone dings. It’s been making that sound for ages, so I grab it. It's high time to see what the noise is about. Apparently, people have been wondering what happened to the disowned White kids. Why are they no longer seen? It’s said reports had spread that people who
Last Updated : 2024-12-12
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To Put A Leash On The Master Turn Me Above A Fire
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To Put A Leash On The Master Dead And Alive
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To Put A Leash On The Master Lunacy Meets Obsession
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HUNTER.There is a forlorn whistle; a tune sounding like a call for help, only, it’s not that.It is a bird―Tapi’s Fury. A creature of the dark, built like the nightingale, with a song as loud as the latter’s. It’s never found in the human world or the Realm. Tapi’s Furys are known to exist only in the Labyrinth of Shadows―a dreaded dwelling created by the legendary sorcerer, Tapi, to shield Kings of the Realm from the talons of Firnes.It has endless pillars—of roughly stacked stones—spread out in rows through the Labyrinth, all leaving four paces between each other.The pillars’ tops reach the sky where they disappear in black clouds of rumbling mess, while their bases are rocks shaped like vines, stretching out as roots on the dry, rough ground.One distinctive feature of the Labyrinth is its colorless nature.Diverse smell is not a leisure either.One could wear whatever scent they liked. As strong as it may be, it all ends in a blast of roasted earth breathing in the wake of a b
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To Put A Leash On The Master Put A Leash On The Master
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To Put A Leash On The Master Thrown So Low
Walking away this time, I am sure as hell not stopping if the man behind me tells me to.I don’t like his guts, that’s one thing. Another is the look on his face whenever he regards me; smug, with a smile that never seems to fade. However, it’s a good thing he’s not tall, dark, and handsome like a certain vicious man. And he looks good nevertheless. Just a tiny message across to Hunter reminding him one more time that he’s not the god he thinks he is.The drive back to White Cosmetics wasn’t a smooth one. It seemed as if the number of people joining the protest increased per hour. And it’s not even half the population still considering it.Last week, I didn’t realize how hectic resuming work was, but today it hit me. A few days ago, I’d be mopping the floors of Saturn’s or Morton's room while sneaking my phone out from time to time to chat with Hunter. And I enjoyed those moments… more than anything.Now I’m sitting behind a desk that holds so many taxing memories, hellbent on grabbin
To Put A Leash On The Master A Losing Game
Today’s Monday is Monday as usual.One could be overlooked on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, as their presence could have been familiarized—or something like that. No one bothers to care when they walk by.However, on Mondays, the dust brought up during the weekends is left unsettled, eliciting side-eyes and whispers when one reappears. Aside from that though, Mondays are naturally terrible. I don’t know the kind of jinx bound to it, but I’m pretty certain the same power has me in its grip as I enter the conference room.There strike the stares, making up for where the whispers do not. These folks were loud just seconds ago. Now the only sound in the hall is from my shoes.My seat creaks when I sit down. Surely, it appreciates the daredevil aura of my presence as I cross my legs, lean back, and place my elbows on the handrest.So, where were we?A hand supporting my jaw allows me to look carefully at a few people’s faces—their grey hairs, their wrinkles; I don’t know if
