Grace- “Believe me I’m a slut!!” I blurted nonetheless; I don’t have the luxury to think about things like love. This is all momentarily pity. “What’s a slut?” “A woman with the morals of a man,” I explained. I know he’s trying to make me feel better in whatever way but no, I won’t fall for your tactics. I don’t want to be weak in this battle. And I will never let my guard down. “Grace… you’re---” I cut him off. “Your words will never make me feel at ease, it’ll only remind me of how broken my life is.” I face-palmed not wanting to look at him. He’s nothing like his brother, I won’t be surprised if they didn’t have a blood relation. But kindness isn’t cheap. ‘That fucking plutocrat’ I thought. “That fucking plutocrat,” I yelled. “Who?” Phoenix questioned. “Your brother…” I blurted and he smiled looking down at the ground. “I guess he is…” he was smiling, I didn’t know guys in the house have this ability. “You look good when you smile… you should smile often.”
Grace- “D---do you mind getting off of me?” I stuttered in a low voice, his gaze, fixated at mine. He didn’t wanna move. “Am I heavy?” he smirked whispering in my ear. “Huh? What? You being 6 feet tall, you weigh around 80-90 kg, your shoulders are so fucking broad, why would you be heavy? No, not at all!!” I smiled sarcastically. “Grace… you’re beautiful…” his lips close to my ear, his breath falling on my cheeks and I felt something stirring up inside me. “And I know you know it too…” he completed his sentence, his hands tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as his licked his tongue. Don’t do this… please don’t do this to me, I don’t want to be familiar with this feeling again, this makes me even sure that he isn’t afraid of his brother at all. “P---Phoenix, c---can you please get up!!” It took a toll on me complete this sentence however I did, no matter how bad it came out. “S---sure!!” he got up in panic and handed over the notebook to me. My hands on my towel, saving mys
Grace- He plopped on the bed as I stood uncomfortable before him, “Let my brother go, I’m here!!” I exclaimed in pain. “He won’t be bothered anymore!! Just as long as you comply.” A slight grin making his lips curve upwards, he looked at me. “Come here…” he ordered and I had no other option than to follow, as soon as I was within his reach, he pulled me by my hand and I found myself sitting on his lap. “I love how beautiful you’ve become!!” his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His lips leaving trace at the nape of my neck. “I’ll fuck you, until you have no essence of those bastards and then I’ll fuck you again just to let everyone know that you’re mine.” He kissed my neck, my hands, my cheeks, his hands groping my boobs. “Did he touch you here?” he questioned and I knew who he was talking about. “Did he touch you here?” his hands on my waist slightly sliding down touching the lining of my panties. “Did he touch you here?” his hands touching my insides, I whimper
Grace- “Shower.” I replied.“Acting smart before me?” the distance between us reducing as he’s growing nearer to my body. He grabbed the robe wrapping it around me. “Do you like being naked?” he gritted his teeth and I could sense rage in his eyes as he tied a huge knot in front of my abdomen with the white cloth. “It’s my job!!” I answered pushing away. “It’s your job to strip only before me.” I gulped in fear, he knows? Already? “You lock that door, better, if possible you close your eyes while removing your clothes. No eyes should fall on your body, not even yours” is he a fucking maniac? “Mr. Nutjob Levi Fucking Ruther asshole Ford, I have full rights on my body.” I pushed him away, most probably escaping. I’m hiding my expressions; I’m hiding Archie’s essence from my body even though I rubbed my body until my skin became red to notice any marks. He grabbed my wrist pulling me closer, his hands around my waist, gaze in my eyes, he’s slowly eating me with his eyes, he wants
Grace- “Burn yourself…” I look away, he’s not human, he’s a beast. “Are you saying you don’t enjoy it?” he whispered in my ear, I want to say yes. I have toBut I can’t. because my body is betraying me, my body is shuddering beneath his touch. He’s doing things to me I’ve never experienced before. “Grace… look at me.” his voice coming out as a plea however his hands squeezing my chin saying otherwise. His licked my jaw, and I felt his fingers sliding inside me, his feral eyes throwing smirks at me and I couldn’t ignore them. He rubbed his fingers around my clit fixing his gaze at me, he wants to see the disgusted pleasurable faces I make as he has me wrapped around his fingers. I don’t want to close my eyes but it’s not helping as if I'm losing myself, as if the thing running inside my veins is not blood anymore but his essence. He slid another one and I grabbed his shoulder, I know he was enjoying watching me at my weakest but I was hating it, hating itbecause I was loving
Grace- I hate how my body responds to his touch; I hate how my nipples are poking out even though he’s doing nothing but sleeping soundly beside me. I push him away, as gentle as I could, not because I care for him but because I don’t want to listen his voice first thing in the morning. The same voice which makes me weak from my bones to flesh, and something takes over me, something which is not sane,not virtuous,not alive. I look at my naked body bruised with his marks, every inch of my skin has turned into purple and yellow bruises. No one would believe me a human did this to me but again, he’s a monster. My wounds don’t hurt, they never did but my soul does. I stand on my toes walking out of his room like Tom from Tom & Jerry. The cartoon I loved as a kid, I’m still a kid but it just doesn’t feel like it anymore. An insolent bastard of a cat chases the innocent mouse, and it’s so fucking funny to realize that I was that mouse all along I used to laugh at. The mouse who’s
Grace- His words falling out as if he’s never been this sure before. “I---I’m not worth it, Phoenix…” “I’m someone with a broken past, a ruined present and an empty future… it’s not worth it.” it aches my soul that my useless heart is trying to think of a word called happiness. “I’ll bring those pieces back, the cracks will be there but I’ll cover them with my essence, heal them…” his eyes in mine, he doesn’t want to look away. “And if you say yes, I’ll fill myself in your empty future, you truly are unaware of your worth…” he parted his lips, wanting to say something but drops the words dead. “Grace… I want to become the sheets you cover yourself with, the walls you put before everyone, the emotions you hide… I want to be truly yours.” His hands in mine, he’s not letting them go and is hell bent to make my heart flutter,he’s getting successfulI feel my stomach twitching in places I never knew existed inside me. “L---Levi will k---kill you, you’re too good to die for someone
Grace- I mouth a huge asshole to him and he responds with a huge smirk. He gets off of my body, his eyes looking at nothing but the hole between my parted legs. “I’ll teach you something… and in return you’ll moan my name… correctly I may add.” His mind is thinking of something devilish. ‘What if I don’t want to learn?’ I want to say but I know nothing will change, he’ll do whatever he wants anyway. He places his ass before me, guiding my hands towards my pussy dripping juices. “Touch it…” he orders, and directs my hands over my clit. “Rub it… nice… and… slow.” He whispers biting his lower lip as I obey him. My forefinger encircling around my clit and I shiver from the feels. His hands above mine, his filthy eyes watching me do dirty things to my own body. “Say it…” he whispers pressing my hands firmly. “Levi…” I cry from the pleasure, not having the energy to fight him at the moment. “Shove them inside, angel.” He is not ordering, his voice comes out horny, like he’s barely h
Life and death, it doesn’t come with a warning, dreams and nightmares are the same. Because I found him standing before me, nightmare? No. My death. One moment I was dying with pleasure and the other, I had Levi’s words ringing inside my head. The notion called sanity has turned into just vague and timid emotions for me. Not him but his death haunts me, and at times like these? “You okay?” His brow rose up, worry cascading on his face, I want to nod, I want to say yes but I can’t. And I'm guilty, I'm feigning ignorance. I don’t want to face the look he’s having right now, the look which is not sympathetic, because my eyes, they speak a different language than usual. The thought of thinking about Levi in an indecent way never struck me before, and by this am I, am I breaking Phoenix’s heart? Am I, am I cheating on him? With a dead person? I want to shut these thoughts down, because I know I love him, but by any chance do I have feelings for Levi at the same time? No, no, I'm
The value of life for me has become ambiguous. What is life other than days of death and nights of haunts? Isn’t it better to just end it? When all I see is dick waiting to be shoved inside some pussy. But I didn’t know, killing someone would make my soul bright. I feel reborn. I feel invincible, I feel like I can take over the world and nothing, nothing scares me anymore. “Where were you?” His hoarse voice was enough to tell me the storm I'm about to face soon. A hint of rage coursing through. I looked around the dark hall, no one but a sound, a sound, anger, ire, fury, Phoenix. Words that don’t go along with him were what I felt all together coming at me. And before his frame, the bright caramel eyes appeared within the dark. I gasped. “God, you scared me.” I tried to mock it off. “I scared you?” He growled and sluggishly ambled at me. His hands crossed at his chest, waiting for a justification I don’t have. Of course, I'm not going to tell him I killed someone, and I’m ha
I love Phoenix, but remember when I said that maybe I'm ready to give up on my past and start a new life with him? Forget it. Because I'm not ready. I never will be, the fluid named vengeance runs as blood in my veins and I’d be dead if not for it. I had hope, in the basement. Revenge was that hope. You see, I never lied when I said, I am a beast. The names on the diary, Archie killed them from the first page, since he’s locked up at Levi’s mansion, he couldn’t have finished them off. So, I’ll start from the end. Phoenix doesn’t know, he shouldn’t. He’s right, I don’t do walks, because I kill. But when did it start? When I had finally given up on this diary, I was about to throw it off the bridge. To start anew, fresh, road to unicorns and clouds and skies and everything bright. The water as blue as the sky, the sky I wanted to touch, and that day I realized I'm not meant to touch it. I took a deep breath, I had Phoenix’s poems, his emotions printed on his book, I don’t need
Grace- I’m not the narrator, this is my story. And I choose how I live it. However strong I may act, deep down I recall the moment when I held the gun before him and I didn’t feel powerful, I felt like a traitor. Weapons that sometimes make you feel invincible, take your strength away. The gun that’s supposed to save you, take your life, and all you see blood scattered around, his blood, Levi’s blood. So, the power I felt was nothing but my fears gushing inside to press the trigger and take his life. And no matter how hard I try, his face, is always before me. And the agony of his words never seems to fade. He said, he doesn’t know fancy words to woo girls, and I want scoff at him and forget about it. But it turns out that he is a liar, a rather professional one. I’d be lying if I said, I don’t think about him, I want to lie though. But whenever I close my eyes, a loop of memories hit me and as if I had less nightmares to live, Levi’s face added as a dressing on the top. My b
Levi- I’d lose to her endlessly but, I would never lose her. I don’t fucking care, how many wounds I get, or how many times I have to reincarnate. But for her, I’d come back, every time. Did I love her to let her go? Who the fuck am I? A stupid protagonist? Let her go just to see her smile, to hell with that. If only she killed me, or ruptured a spleen, made me frail even to walk, so that I had reasons to stop looking for her but, now that I’m alive, I will look for her. I won’t wait for that silver lining; I’ll fucking bring the clouds down and see if she was sitting up there. “Don’t people drown themselves in alcohol at times like these?” I wonder how he managed to come out alive, when he had a rib broken, a dislocated shoulder. “You consider alcohol as a numbing agent, but I want to feel every inch of my bones shatter, I want to feel this pain.” So that the grief shrieks with joy and tells me it was worth the torment. So that when she mends me, I could feel the joy of being
This is the diary that Grace found in her room. The diary with poems, figured, you'd want to read it.I met a girl today, beautiful and beautiful and beautiful and everything including beautiful. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I should or else I don’t know what to name this.Tragedy of souls that binds,that blinds,and all the wounds she gave me,wounds that I don’t mind,wounds I don’t hide,I confide,and just want our bodies to collide,and make her mine.Say you hate me,say you want to kill me,but never say,you want to leave me.If I vanish one day,remember to find me in your heart. If I could give you the world, I would.I should,But you are my world so,how I could?The way she moves her hair, like she’s calling for me. The way her laughter fills the room, I want to go deaf to the world’s gibberish.I believe I have fallen in love, and I‘m still falling... the only sound my heart can hear is... ’Make her yours.‘I’m unfamiliar with love,however, I’ll try ev
Phoenix- I just had moved from London and the last year of my schooling turned out to be a mandatory job. So, I was forced to complete it. I had forever been a loud kid, however my brother, Levi was always so quiet, that you wouldn’t even know his presence in the room until you see him in flesh and bones. He always walked like he never existed in this world, he only had one friend who was most likely to be Luther and didn’t talk to anyone… not even me. And then I entered the famous school in the city, ‘Stefan’s High’, and as expected it was boring until my eyes fell at something forbidden. “So, can I call you, my love?” An ugly ass blonde jerk, calling for someone. I followed his gaze and my insides twitched. Who is she? You see a star falling, but before you close your eyes to make a wish… it vanishes, that’s what happened. She was so beautiful that government should bar the number of eyes staring at her, including mine. It should be illegal; it is illegal to be this beautiful
Levi-Then, I guess I am an idiot and I'm proud of being one.For all the murders I committed so far, if only I took the life of the beasts who were laying hands on her, she wouldn’t be in pain.“Your phone is ringing!” Luther exclaimed breaking me out of my thoughts. “Is it him… again?” He questioned.My silence was enough for him to understand that it was none other than Ethan Redd. A name that shatters my bones.Apparently, Grace was not the only one having a bad childhood but it’s just that knowing her story, knowing whatever she went through, made my agony feel nothing in comparison.I just had this one animal in my life while she had to face the beats she didn’t know, her own m---mother. That charlatan of a mother, how heartless does one has to be to hate her own child?I'm glad Cassie’s dead but I wish to bring her back to life and kill her myself.“Why don’t you block him?” Luther added and I snorted at his. “Like technology will keep him away… he’s coming, no matter what!”I
Levi-Grace was sleeping soundly when I entered her room. I recalled the scar she has on her belly, it made me feel dead and the words escaped my mouth.“I’m sorry… Grace!!” I whispered under my breath and her lips furrowed as if she was throwing a tantrum.“I wish I could change everything; I wish I had taken you by your hand the night you were being sold.”I heard a movement; she could wake up any moment. But before I did, my eyes landed on a diary poking out of her pillow.I grabbed it carefully and vanished like I don’t exist. I rushed back to my room, I might be committing a sin but then again, I am no saint.I opened the first page, this diary was on the verge of falling apart, it was so old, older than my existence I believe.I flipped the page and saw names… so many of them, I turned pages but found the same thing. I don’t know what it was, just names of random people.I scratched my head in shock, what does it even mean?“Who else should I kill? Give me the names, tell me and