COLE“You need to come back.”I looked down at the text displayed on my phone screen for the dozenth time now and my gut clenched, because something didn't feel right about this text. And a part of me was afraid that Mad was texting me this because Violet got what she really wanted, the timeline was perfect for it as it had been more than three weeks now since I came back to New York.My thumb hovered on the keyboard to type a message back but before I could bring myself to do it, another text popped up. “She tried to burn her paintings, man. This is not good.”A cold chill ran down my spine, freezing my blood in my veins. The glass of whisky slipped from my fingers, making a thud as it dropped down on my father’s office desk, sloshing the golden liquid everywhere. The conversation between my father and Uncle, that I was only pretending to listen to, came to a halt.“What is it?” My father asked and I could feel the weight of my Uncle’s eyes on me through the screen of the laptop.“I
COLEShe hadn’t stopped crying, even when she was sleeping I could see the tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. I hate it. I hate that she’s in so much pain. I didn’t know what I’d have done if she had gotten her wish, but I knew that I didn’t like what she had become now. It’s like she had lost all the spark of life and all she did was cry and stare at her ruined paintings as she stood at the threshold of her painting room.She was standing there now and as I walked to her, in a voice that was low and gentle, I asked her, “Do you want to go to the Carter house, princess?”I knew she heard me, I saw the change in her posture. Every time she has looked at me since last two days, she had that look in her eyes that kept fûcking with my mind. It was not crazed but it didn’t look right either. She looked at me like I was the reason for all her pain and also like she hated me for needing me at the same time. It scares me to think at any moment, she will pull back and decide that she d
NATALIEI learnt it the hard way that being gifted with children was something not every women has. It took me several heart-breaking years to come to that realisation. But I had my son’s and their father to support me, who kept me from going off the deep end into the dark abyss that will chew you up and swallow everything good in your life. Jared had stopped me from slipping into that hole and kept me tethered to my life and saved not only me but our sons from a future where they’ll grow up without a mother.Jared helped me to grow up and made me see reason. He loved me to the point that I won’t ever feel that something was missing. Even when Bree and Kiara came into our sons’ lives he was the one who made me see how I can still be a mother to those who needed one, and they needed me. They came to me when my sons pushed them away and hurt them, they relied on me for advices regarding my own sons and I always remained non-judgemental and unbiased. I always loved them and treated them
White lies are the sweet illusions we create to shield others from the harshness of the reality. .VIOLETI had known for some time that this was my home. The Carter house, where I felt loved and a part of a big family that took me in as their own. Even when I felt alone in my pain I never was, because they never let me be. Just like now.... Bree and Kiara sat on either side of me, their sons were with Mom and Dad who had left me alone with Cole but we were interrupted by Mad and Dom who were followed by their wives.Mad was standing beside Cole, whose sherry eyes I could feel on me as I silently listened to Kiara and Dom bicker as she tried to push him off her lap but he refused to go. “I swear, kitten, if you try to push me again I’ll spânk your arse red.”Kiara let out a low growl but she stopped pushing at him, instead her fingers found their way in his hair as she softly massaged his head. Bree nudged my shoulder and when I looked at her, she whispered, “Dom didn't get to sleep
VIOLETAs I sat in the car next to Cole, the weight of the unknown hung heavily in the air. The suffocating silence pressed down on me, making me more aware of the strange air that surrounded us since he announced in front of everyone that he was going to fulfil a promise made to me. My thoughts were a swirling chaos, each one vying for my attention as I grappled with the uncertainty of what lay ahead as the way he had looked at me refused to leave my mind, and I was sure something will change tonight. What? I did not have any idea, which was the reason every cell in my body felt unsure and nervous.As our small town passed in a blur, doubts gnawed at the edges of my mind, casting shadows on everything I knew about the dynamics between us where he always put my emotions and wants first when it came to the physical or sexual aspect of our relationship. But when this time he asked me to give him tonight, to let him have this... I knew it was his way of asking for control and in return h
VIOLET.WE TOOK A tour of the cottage with my hand in his and put our bags in the bedroom that appeared to be a spare one as the master bedroom had personal knickknacks that belonged to mom and dad. As far as I knew this place was a sanctuary to mom and dad, and except them no one comes to stay here but Dad sent us here which I took as a fortune that no one was bestowed upon. Cole squeezed my hand and I turned to face him. Brushing a soft kiss on the back of my hand, he said, “Why don't you change and freshen up, I will start to prepare the dinner.”I nodded. And as he started to walk out, I stopped him, “Cole...” When his eyes met mine, I said, “I want this to work.” A soft smile touched the corner of his lips and he nodded. “Me too, princess.”When I was alone, I glanced around the bedroom. A plush, queen-sized bed took most of the space and it appeared inviting as it was adorned with crisp, white linens, its headboard a hand-carved masterpiece, hinting at the cottage’s history. S
VIOLETCOLE guided me to the other side of the kitchen counter and pushed me down to sit on one of the wooden chairs that surrounded the small, round, dining table. He turned around and then after finding what he was searching for he came back and put a glass on the middle of the table then inserted a candle in it before lighting it. I met his eyes above the candle flame and he said, “Just one more thing.” Then, I watched as he turned the lights off, except the one in the kitchen so he could finish cooking.I sat there, entranced and feeling the flutters in my stomach. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He navigated the kitchen, so confident and sure, and looked so hot doing it. I imagined a future with him like this, in the quiet nights where he’d cook in the kitchen but in my imagination I wasn’t alone. The table was filled with our beautiful children yelling for their Daddy to hurry with the food. I swallowed and looked away to the flickering candlelight on the table. A few moments
Some lines are meant to be erased so you could draw the new ones. Just like some rules that should be broken because they are weathered and unprecedented from old age and not suitable to the present. ~ A. Gupta .VIOLETI was so nervous but the heat inside me was simmering, making me hot and bothered, especially from the look in his eyes and the way he wasn’t asking or making efforts to come out gentle with me when in the past he always did. I was seeing this for the first time where Cole wasn’t behaving or treating me like I was made of glass, instead he was looking at me like I was everything he needed to quench his thirst with and how he’d like to bend me to his will, turn me into his willing partner who’ll let him do anything and let out his hunger in any way.The thought filled me with apprehension but a part of me was also waiting to see what he’ll do next, where this night was going, and I couldn't deny it but his rough voice with demanding tone was dripping warmth into my vei