|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Isn't this just perfect?" her cold voice froze up the entire room, dimming the temperature in folds and our heads simultaneously snapped towards the staircase where my best friend stood, leaning lazily on the support of the spiral staircase.She had her head tilted to the side, her bright red lips set in a grim line and she looked like some sort of dark queen in her body-fitting silk black dress. The blankness in her striking hazel orbs wasn't about to fool me because as cold as those eyes were, they were hints of warning hiding somewhere, making it very clear that she was ready to crush anyone who dared cross her path."The perfect dinner for the perfect family," she kept a straight face but her voice was dripping with mockery. "Oh, don't look so glum. I am here now, aren't I?" she rolled her eyes and began making her way towards us.Even though she dismissed the tension that hung in the room, the silence that loomed in the air was deafening. It was almost chok
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Are you alright?" Charlotte asked and I tore my gaze off the dark-haired man that was seated at a corner in the Café, his head buried in a book, swinging my head in her direction.My cheeks turned a hot shade of pink immediately.Her brown eyes shone with a hint of amusement and mischief like she knew I had been watching him all evening."Uh. . yeah. I am fine." I answered honestly."He is a sight. I know it. You don't have to hide the fact that you are interested in him." Her tone was a little chiding."What? No!" I denied it vehemently."Oh, please. I think the pink tint on your cheeks will disagree with you." She gave a dismissive wave of her hand in the air.I bit my lip, unsure of what to say as I looked away from her. She giggled like a little girl and nudged me on the shoulder before she proceeded to start clearing off the counter.The crowd in the Café was growing sparse by the second. It was nightfall already and we'd be locking up anytime soon.My ring
|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|I had toured the world for a century to conclude that there were only two things I considered gripping enough to be termed beautiful. A splash of different colours of paint on an artist's canvas and nature. They were unrivalled until she came into the picture.It should be labelled as a form of sorcery how I was taken by the sight of her all sprawled on my bed that was covered in black satin sheets, clad in the silk lavender thin-strapped nightwear that Ophelia had begrudgingly changed her into after she fell asleep last night. The dress looked like it was made solely for her, clinging to her body in a way that rendered me jealous of the fabric.Due to how much she must have tossed around, it rode dangerously up her thigh and I didn't make any attempt to adjust it because it was such an erotic sight. The strap of the nightie was falling off her shoulder, revealing her neck and shoulder blade that was sparsely covered by her hair, which had taken a somewhat gol
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|As a fictional writer with a reserved personality, I secretly craved intimacy like the one in the books. A raw connection that was born out of an unusual circumstance. The need to have that was very vibrant during my teenage years, but it began waning when it became crystal clear that I wanted something that merely existed in books.It wasn't real and that made me snap out of it until I saw him. I understood what it was to be drawn to someone you shared no history with, to someone you barely knew. It became very clear what it meant to crave someone so much like you needed them like the air you breathe.I was thoroughly taken by him at first sight. But all these were just thoughts until the intimacy we shared just now. It sealed and solidified everything I felt. It was as though I had a veil peeled off my face and it became so clear that I wasn't just obsessed with André. I felt something deeper towards him, something that made me feel so alive. Something like. .
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"It's just a fleeting obsession."Get out of my head."I am not into you as much as you are into me."Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Head."I can't see you anymore, Desirée."No, I don't want to hear it anymore."We are a lost cause."No!"Des? Des?" the voice sounded so far away, almost familiar and I tried to hold on to it as an anchor that could keep me grounded in this reality, away from the sinister voices that thrashed around in my head in demeaning tones. Those words wouldn't stop echoing in my head no matter how hard I tried to get myself to move past it. They were ruining me and I wanted it to stop."Desirée? Desirée!" the feminine voice snapped and yanked me out of the hellhole I had been trapped in for days. Heck, my mind has been feeling like a weapon fashioned against me since that day. It has been acting as my greatest enemy.I sucked in a sharp air that pricked my lungs like needles, blinking repeatedly. My eyes snapped to the tall figure beside me,
|•| IRIS CORTEZ |•|The aggressive punches and kicks I threw at the punching bag, dangling forward and backward violently, echoed throughout the vast armoury in waves. It swallowed the room whole and threatened to rip it off its foundation.But it wasn't just enough.No matter how hard I swung punches and kicks at the bag, it didn't quell the rage that had taken residence within me for days. I rammed my fists into the bag, sending it flying backwards and striking it with violent kicks, but the fucking bag didn't budge.It was just as stubborn as the emotions that were eating at me. I aimed for emptiness, but the more it brushed my fingertips, and I struggled to grasp it, the farther it slipped from my hold. I wanted to purge these feelings from my system, but they were just as hot-headed as I was.It usually doesn't take this long. A few days top and I'd have shook it off, and be back to that ruthless, unfeeling bitch. That was exactly what I wanted, not the sappy motherfucker that te
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Bran!" an ardent smile descended on my face when my eyes landed on the masculine figure by the counter as I traipsed out of the store with a box of coffee beans in my hands. Charlotte had a grin etched on her face and I dropped the box, closing in on him and wrapping an arm around his muscular frame for a light hug. The dark-haired guy laughed almost squeezing me into a yarn of thread with his large arms."Desirée, it's so good to see you." He kissed my cheek and let me out of his grip.Brandon was just a couple of years older than Charlotte, his girlfriend. He works outside the city and doesn't get to see his girlfriend often. But whenever he wasn't in town, he made it a point of duty to check in on his girl. He made Charlotte so happy and the guy ticked the boxes of the perfect girlfriend. And I knew without a doubt that they were endgame for each other."It's been so long. It's good to see you too. When did you get back?" I asked, tucking my hair behind my e
|•| DESIRÉE DOYLE |•|"Shame," I tsked, staring at the cold, grey body on the floor and my eyes reverted to the head in my hands. The poor thing detached from her body after my ravenous feeding. "I think you are kind of pretty though," I paused, inhaling the mass of brown hair. "And your hair smells amazing." I kissed my teeth and tossed the head on the body.The bloody thing rolled off her satin-clad figure, soiling the floor and tainting the dry leaves that were dimly illuminated under the dark glow of the half-moonlight that shone in the woods.I retrieved a handkerchief from my pocket and dabbed it against my mouth. The smeared white cotton material followed right after the head that was standing a few feet from the body. I stalked forward and swiped the head back to meet the body with my foot, after which I took out a lighter from my pocket.I flicked the switch of the lighter, and a gust of fire surged out, but then I stopped when I remembered that I didn't have anything that co