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River Audra Miles is kind of a badass. I think I'd like to see more of this side of her. xoxo
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Last Updated : 2024-09-05My Bruised Heart Momma Jay's
MILES “Hey Kenny, slow night so far?” I asked as I stepped into Momma Jay's 24-hour diner. The scent of butter and syrup wrapped around me, as familiar as my own skin. The jukebox hummed low, playing some old blues song in the corner. The place was half-empty—just a few late-night regulars hunched over coffee, stirring cream into their cups like the act alone would keep them awake. It should’ve felt normal. But something was wrong. Kenny was behind the counter, wiping down an already spotless surface. His chocolate-brown eyes flickered to me, then to the floor. He looked uncomfortable. He never looked uncomfortable. I froze. “Miles,” he said carefully, like he was picking each word out of thin air. “I didn’t think you’d be coming in tonight.” I blinked. “Why not? I called yesterday to pick up a late shift since I had that family dinner, remember?” He nodded, shifting from foot to foot. “Yeah… but I thought Momma Jay had told you.” Something crawled up my spine. “Tol
Last Updated : 2024-09-06My Bruised Heart There Was Nothing
MILES My mother was unusually quiet for the next few days. No insults. No orders. Not even a glance in my direction. And it was driving me fucking crazy. She wasn’t ignoring me out of kindness. No, that wasn’t her style. This was something else—something calculated. A new way to get under my skin. A different kind of punishment. It was working. I felt like I was pacing myself into madness, wearing a trench into the thin carpet of my room. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the anxiety of not knowing when the other shoe would drop. Or maybe it was the suffocating realization that, despite everything, I was still waiting for her to acknowledge me. Like a fucking idiot. She had better things to do, anyway. Like preparing to move into the mansion with Mr. Black. Apparently, the man was so eager to merge our families that we weren’t even waiting until after the wedding. He insisted it would help us all bond. Like we weren’t just strangers forced under the same roof. I wouldn
Last Updated : 2024-09-07My Bruised Heart It's A Lie
MILES She returned about an hour later, rolling into the driveway in a sleek, pearl-white car. It caught the streetlights just right, gleaming like a trophy. I watched from my bedroom window as she stepped out, heels clicking against the pavement, her expression unreadable as she popped the trunk and pulled out a for sale sign. She had bought a new car. She was selling the house. My stomach twisted. Was I being sold too? During the hour she was gone, I had spiraled. First, I cursed at the ceiling. Then, I punched my mattress until my knuckles throbbed. After that, I paced—back and forth, back and forth—trying to make sense of it all. Trying to convince myself that there was sense to be made. Then, I sat on my bed and took deep breaths, forcing myself to remember: You’re still breathing. You’re still here. I showered. Got dressed. Even put on a little makeup to hide the dark crescents under my eyes. Even though my escape plan was ruined, I still had tomorrow. Tomorrow, I turned e
Last Updated : 2024-09-09My Bruised Heart Miles Valentine
DOM It was her. I pressed the nail of my thumb into my palm just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. Yes. It was her. Miles Valentine. The name rolled through my mind like a whisper, wrapping around something deep and primal inside me. She was the girl who threw me completely off my game last night. The girl who wiped the floor with me in eight-ball. The girl who smirked at me like she knew she was going to win before the game even started. The girl who called me an asshole four times in a row just to see what I’d do about it. And now she was sitting at my family’s dining table. I had to be losing my goddamn mind. She hadn’t looked at me. Not even once. That should have been a good thing. It should have made it easier. But instead, I found myself staring, waiting, wanting—for what, I wasn’t sure. A glance. A smirk. Even an insult. Something to tell me last night hadn’t just been some drunken fluke, that she hadn’t completely forgotten. I watched as she picked at h
Last Updated : 2024-09-11My Bruised Heart Careful
DOM"What’s been up with you?" Marcus asked as we walked toward the locker rooms.I rolled my shoulders, letting the tension seep from my muscles. Practice had been brutal, and I’d played like absolute dog shit.For the past few days, my head had been completely occupied by her.Miles.She threw me for a fucking loop.I hadn’t started the conversation at dinner last Saturday like I’d planned. Instead, I’d let my irritation get the better of me, acting like a complete dick instead of using my brain. The way she made me feel… I fucking hated it.There was no way I was telling Marcus any of this. "Nothing, man."He gave me a look. "Is it about your dad getting remarried?"Damn, he was good. Why was he so fucking spot-on all the time? It was hard to keep shit from him when he could see past anyone’s bullshit."It could be," I said vaguely. "I knew he was dating someone, but..." I trailed off, trying to find the words. Candice Valentine was a nice woman. Polished. Poised. Beautiful in a way
Last Updated : 2024-09-11My Bruised Heart Eat Sh*t
DOM My father replaced the dining room table. It was about half the size of the previous one. He said something about eating in a more comfortable setting where we could bond and get to know each other. It was bullshit. Since when did he care about creating bonds other than the ones in his law firm? Miles attempted to sit next to her mother, but Marcus beat her to it, plopping himself in the chair with a smirk. The table had six chairs on each side, with one at each end. My father sat where he always did, at the head, with Ms. Valentine adjacent to him. I took my usual place next to my father. That left Miles with three choices: sit next to Marcus, sit next to me, or make things awkward by sitting further away. She hesitated. For a second, she actually looked like she might turn around and walk right the fuck out. "Come sit next to Dom, Miles," my father said, deciding for her. I didn’t miss the way her mother’s tight smile deepened as Miles dragged her feet to the empty chair
Last Updated : 2024-09-12My Bruised Heart Enjoying Your Smut?
DOM I meant to casually walk past her room like I didn’t give a damn, but instead, I lingered at her door like some fucking creeper. Miles sat curled up in a chair in the corner, her legs tucked beneath her, completely absorbed in a book. She wore those tiny cotton shorts that disappeared beneath a sweater two sizes too big, the wide neck slipping off one shoulder, exposing a sliver of golden skin. Was this what she wore to bed? Jesus Christ. I should have turned away. But I didn’t. Instead, I leaned against the doorframe, watching her. She was reading Dark Love, some cheesy romance novel. My lips twitched. Seriously? Did she actually buy into that happily-ever-after bullshit? That love conquered all? Then she squirmed and clenched her thighs. I stilled. Her face flushed, her breath hitched—Oh. So that’s the kind of book it was. My smirk grew as I stepped inside, making my way toward her. She was so caught up in it that she didn’t notice me right behind her
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*WARNING! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* *SUICIDE ATTEMPT/TALK OF SUICIDE* MILES "You should just fucking die already. No one wants you. Oh and, don't call him again." I didn’t even hang up. I just dropped the phone and took step after step forward. It landed with a soft thud behind me, but I didn’t turn back. Didn’t reach for it. It didn’t matter anymore. My body was still moving, still breathing, still aching. But my mind? That had already given up. I couldn't tell the difference between pain and nothingness anymore—maybe they were the same. Maybe I was just too tired to care. My foot dragged against the gravel on the road to the Cliffs. I was supposed to meet the guys at the party to watch the ocean storm and hit the highest cliffside. I was supposed to be having a good time and finally let myself...be. But of course, not if my mother had anything to do with it. Tanya's words hit home. "You should just fucking die already." The words coiled around my throat, venomous, unsha
My Bruised Heart The Cliffside
*WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT**READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED* DOM Something was wrong. I had been feeling it all night. The way my phone burned in my pocket. The way my gut twisted every time I checked my screen and saw nothing. No messages. No calls. No Miles. I had tried. Three times. Three fucking times, and she hadn’t answered. Marcus was already knee-deep in some girl’s attention, laughing, drinking, having a good time. But even he noticed. "Dude," he called over, watching me check my phone again. "She probably just fell asleep or some shit." I forced a half-smirk, pocketing my phone before I squeezed the back of my neck. "Yeah. Maybe." I didn’t believe it. Not even Marcus believed it because the bastard was dead wrong if he thought I hadn't caught him checking his phone as well. I knew Miles. She didn’t just disappear. Not like this. Not without a fucking reason. "Dom." The voice was too close, too familiar, and I already knew who it was before I turned. Tanya. Fucki
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*WARNING VIOLENCE AND ABUSE * MILES My mother had been watching me all morning. Not in the usual way. Not with irritation. Not with thinly veiled disgust like she always did when I so much as existed in her space. No, this was different. She was calculating. I could feel it in the way she lingered in doorways, in the way her eyes flicked toward me at breakfast, in the way she adjusted her rings, twisting them around her fingers like she was thinking. Plotting. I had half a mind to ask her what the hell she was up to, but instead, I let her wait. Let her decide how she was going to approach me. And then when she finally did? I nearly laughed. "Miles, come with me." It was demand but it lacked her usual bite. Maverick had left early this morning on a business trip so it was a surprise she wanted to be near me at all. I arched a brow, barely glancing up from my book. "Excuse me?" She sighed as if I were the most difficult person in the world, then crossed her arms,
My Bruised Heart Not Now. Not Yet.
DOM I wasn’t getting enough of her. That was the problem. Miles had been right there—in the house, in the hallways, at the dinner table—but it wasn’t enough. Not anymore. She had been keeping her distance, not too much, not enough to be obvious, but just enough to make me ache. To make me want more. And I couldn’t have more. Not like I wanted. Not with my father watching. Maverick had been more observant lately. Not just with me, but with everyone. I noticed it at dinner. The way his eyes tracked conversations, the way his fork hovered mid-air as he listened. The way he watched Miles. She had been more talkative. Not forced, not in the way that would make anyone suspicious, but in a way that felt natural. Like she had finally settled into her place at this table. And my father? He had noticed. Not in a bad way. If anything, he seemed pleased. It made sense—he liked her, actually liked her. She was sharp. Smart. She could hold a conversation and keep up with him, somethin
My Bruised Heart I'll Survive The Costs
MILESThe venue was grand.Too grand.Every inch of it reeked of wealth—chandeliers dripping in crystal, tables lined in pristine white linen, golden accents catching the light at just the right angles to remind everyone just how much money had been poured into this production.And that’s exactly what it was. A production. A show for the people. For Maverick Black. For the perfect Valentine-Black union.I was supposed to be impressed. Supposed to stand in awe of the splendor.But I couldn’t bring myself to care.Because the real performance was happening off-stage between me and her.Candice was watching me. Not with open suspicion, but with patience. Like she was waiting to see what I would do next. I knew she had noticed. Knew she felt the shift.She just wasn’t sure why it had happened.Not yet.She waited until we were alone.The moment the men were out of earshot, pulled away by the wedding coordinator, Candice’s heels clicked sharply against the marble as she stepped closer."Do
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DOM Something happened. I could feel it in the tension hanging over the house. In the way the air thickened, pressing against my chest, settling in the spaces between conversations. More than anything, I could tell by the way Miles had changed. It wasn’t anything obvious. Nothing dramatic. She didn’t act different, didn’t suddenly move or speak in ways that set off alarms. No. It was in the way she walked. The quiet certainty in her movements. The way she carried herself with purpose, like someone who had made a decision and planned to see it through. And her eyes? Her misty gray eyes weren’t empty. Weren’t hollow or afraid. They were on fire. It took everything in me to be good for the rest of the week. No searing looks across the dinner table. No careful touches in the hallway. No stolen kisses in the library. Not even when she sent me those filthy fucking texts late at night, taunting me, reminding me that she was still there even if she was keeping her distance. I
My Bruised Heart The Bystander
MILESI was drowning.Thick black ink filled my lungs, coiling around my ribs, pressing down, down, down until I was weightless. Trapped.It seeped into my pores, into my bones, slithering through my bloodstream like it had been there all along—just waiting for the moment to consume me.Pain I had never known choked me, and I could grasp at nothing. See nothing.I was nothing.But I didn’t want that.I wanted freedom.I wanted control.I wanted a life.Then, amid my fading, a voice whispered through, muffled by the darkness.My eyes searched frantically, clinging to the hope that there was a way out."Please!" I begged. Screamed. But my throat was full of ink. "Help me!"My arms flailed aimlessly, desperate for something to hold on to—an anchor, a lifeline, anything—"I can pull you out."My eyes flew open.I gasped, body jerking upright, my lungs starved for air.My hand slammed against my chest, trembling, nails digging into my skin like I needed proof that I was here—that I was rea
My Bruised Heart Ruined
DOM I was ruined. I could still feel her on my skin. Could still taste her on my tongue. Could still hear the fucking moan she let out when she— Fuck. I pressed my forehead against the cold wood of my bedroom door, my breath uneven, my body aching. Every inhale felt too shallow, every exhale ragged, like my lungs had forgotten how to function. My body was still burning, my head still spinning, and my cock still aching—even after she had just wrecked me. I shuddered. My fingers curled into fists against the doorframe, nails biting into my palms. A sharp sting. A distraction. But it did nothing to stop the way my body still throbbed from the memory of her. She had devoured me. She had owned me. And the worst part? She had left me like this. Not just because of what she did. Not just because she had dropped to her knees, taken me into her mouth, and consumed me like I was her fucking last meal. No. What ruined me was what came after. The way she touched herse
My Bruised Heart Poor Thing
MILES He was exactly where I wanted him. On his back, chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths. His hands clenched into the on the hardwood floors, every muscle wound tight like he was barely holding himself together. Like he was afraid if he moved, if he breathed wrong, I’d disappear. But I wasn’t going anywhere. I smirked as I crawled up his body, dragging my nails lightly over his abs, feeling them twitch beneath my touch. He was waiting—watching me through heavy-lidded eyes that flickered between hunger and something deeper. Something that looked a lot like surrender. I leaned down, my breath ghosting over his lips. “How do you like it?” I murmured. Dominic sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for me. Like he thought I was giving in. He had no fucking clue. I pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his jaw, feeling his pulse hammer beneath my lips. Then I slid lower, lower, my hands trailing down his ribs, his stomach, his h
