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2024-10-20 13:57:13
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My Bruised Heart Tell Me
MILES I felt like a different person. The moment Dominic got close to me, my heart went on a rampage, my body flushed with a mix of excitement and dread. I should have pushed him away. I should have made an excuse to leave, to put some distance between us before I did something reckless. Instead, I stayed. His scent—warm, masculine, familiar—was clouding my thoughts. His presence was suffocating in a way that I didn't want to escape. "Is. It. Her?" His deep voice vibrated through me, hitting every nerve like a plucked string. His body was so close that I could feel his heat radiating into mine, and I hated that it soothed me. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. But my nod was answer enough. His hands flexed at his sides, the tension rolling off him in waves. The golden flames in his eyes darkened into something unreadable—something I should be afraid of. "That explains a lot." His voice was low, sharp. I searched his face, trying to gauge his emotions, but I couldn’t tell if he was
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-21My Bruised Heart I Believe You Miles
DOM I was silent for several seconds, trying to process what the hell this woman was telling me. Not even the sight of her delicious legs under that skirt I told her not to wear could distract me. My entire focus was on her words, the weight of them, the implications. She was insinuating that her mother had murdered a man. I swallowed. Carefully. Slowly. "Is that not how he died?" I asked, keeping my voice even. I needed to be cautious—Miles believed this, but my mind worked differently. I needed facts, evidence—I needed to be sure. Her eyes locked onto mine, burning like a storm. "That man was as healthy as a horse. He was thirty-seven and constantly bragged about his fat percentage. His death didn’t make sense. But I knew my mother worked at the hospital. She knows how to make things look a certain way." A sharp, twisting dread curled in my stomach. "You’re saying she—" I stopped myself. "How do you know it was her?" "I heard her." I blinked. "Heard her... what?"
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-23My Bruised Heart I Can Fix That
*WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT MILES I told him everything. Every lie, every threat, every scar she left behind. I told him about Momma Jay’s diner, about the way my mother handled anyone who got too close to asking questions. About the boyfriend she had destroyed, and the things I heard her say before he ended up dead. I opened up my dusty, decaying box of secrets and dumped everything out for him to see. And the whole time, Dominic never looked away. His gaze was calm, his eyes filled with something that wasn’t pity. No judgment. No disbelief. Just… understanding. That was what undid me. I’d been terrified of this moment. That he’d hear it and not believe me. Or that he would, but somehow blame me for it. That he would hate me. That he’d run straight to my mother and tell her that I must have been crazy to make up something like this. But he didn’t. "Miles?" I blinked, my thoughts scrambling back into the present. "I'm sorry, I'm just... processing." Dominic g
Huling Na-update : 2024-10-24My Bruised Heart Weak Willed
*WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT DOM Fuck, I missed her. It had only been a day, but it felt like weeks since she last looked at me, spoke to me, let me touch her. I’d told her not to care about me, and she’d listened. Too well. It drove me fucking insane. And now? Now she was everywhere—in my bed, in my head, under my skin. Miles Valentine had invaded everything, and I was fucking helpless to stop it. I was weak for her. I had no control when it came to her. And then she kissed me—kissed me like she needed me, like she’d die if she didn’t. And I let her take what she wanted. Because fuck it, I wanted to be needed by her. "Fuck," I breathed between open-mouthed kisses, gripping her tighter as she rocked into me. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. Her fingers twisted in my hair, her lips claiming me like I was already hers. She climbed onto my lap, and a fresh wave of her scent wrapped around me—fuck, she was wet already. My hands slid up her thighs, slipping under th
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-02My Bruised Heart Reckless. Starved
MILES WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT He was fucking crazy. I had just told him about my flawless record, about how I couldn’t afford to get caught, and yet—here he was, fingers between my legs, his knee spreading my thighs wider, his breath hot against my core. And I? I was letting him. No—I wanted him to. I should have been more worried about the professors on the other side of the door. I should have been focused on my spotless record and the absolute destruction that would come if we were caught. But none of it mattered. Not when he was looking at me like that. His eyes were molten, dark honey gold, devouring me, pupils so blown that only a ring of fire remained. He looked starved, ravenous, like the only thing in the world he could think about was tasting me. I shivered as his fingertips skimmed the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, trailing higher, teasing. He hooked a finger into the waistband of my underwear, ready to pull them down, but I stopped him, g
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-16My Bruised Heart Yeah... I Miss You
DOMI was fucked.Absolutely fucked.Because this woman—this reckless, starved, frustrating, perfect fucking woman—was driving me insane.I thought I was stronger than this. I thought I could hold back, that I could pretend I wasn’t unraveling every time she was near me.But now?Now, I was sitting in the library, gripping my phone like it was the only thing keeping me from walking over there and taking what was mine.I found her.Not waiting outside like she usually did when I pulled up after practice.Not half-asleep with her head buried in a book.No—she was here. At a table for two, sitting across from him.The fucking skyscraper.And she was smiling.Giggling.Her eyes lit up as she leaned forward, touching his arm, letting out soft little hee hee’s like he was the funniest guy she’d ever met.I gritted my teeth, barely keeping myself in my fucking chair.Because what the fuck was this?This had to be a joke. A test. She wasn’t seriously letting this bastard hover around her like
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-16My Bruised Heart Candice Valentine
BONUS CHAPTER: THE MAKING OF CANDICE VALENTINEThe Past: Branshire Hands of Serenity OrphanageCandice Valentine always knew she was destined for power. It had been carved into her bones, forged through suffering, and sharpened by the cruelty of the world.Her parents left her nothing when they died, just like the world owed her nothing. The orphanage that took her in was a pit of despair, a breeding ground for the weak. But Candice was never weak.There wasn’t a thing in this world that could touch her. Hurt her.She never knew what those things were.But she did know how to give them to others.---Mr. Howley, the greasy cook who reeked of sweat and onions, once whispered in her ear that if she weren’t so young, he’d “break that pretty little back out already.”Hannah, the girl from the next room over, had snuck into Candice’s bed one night and cut off her hair. Just because she could.Ms. Jenkins, the frail old woman who ran the orphanage, stood idly by whenever her husband let his
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-18My Bruised Heart Oh, F*ck Him
MILESThe ride home was uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, either. My body was buzzing, wound so tight I could barely breathe.I didn’t know what came over me.After rushing out of Room R45, leaving Dom hard and aching, I hadn't been able to think of anything else. The way he got on his knees, the way he looked at me right before he ducked under my skirt—like he’d just found his goddamn salvation.And fuck, the way he drank from me.I was still wet.I clenched my thighs together, pressing so tight my knees ached. But it wasn’t enough. The ache between my legs was still there, and no amount of squeezing could get rid of the throb still echoing in my bones.Worse? He had gained another pair of my underwear. I had to take my last class and sit in the library while Dom and Marcus practiced, probably leaving traces of myself everywhere!I was wrecked. Completely, utterly ruined.A shiver ran down my spine."You look a little flushed, baby sis," Marcus teased from the front seat, turning in h
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-18
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My Bruised Heart Guess I Really Am A Psycho
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My Bruised Heart F*cking Ridiculous
DOM I felt like a fucking puppy. Following Miles around like gum on her ass. If she went to her room, I hung out in the hall. If she went to the library, that’s where you’d find me. And now? Now, I was leaning against the wall outside her bedroom door at four in the damn morning on a Monday. Fucking ridiculous. She had insisted on going back to school. Much to my—and my father’s—dismay. “Miles,” I’d said, already knowing I was wasting my breath, “you don’t need to—” “I’ve rested long enough, Dominic.” I hadn’t even argued. Not really. Because fuck, it felt good to hear her say my name. She was here. She was breathing. She could have whatever she wanted. As long as she wanted. Even if it meant standing here, waiting for her stubborn ass to open the door— The lock clicked, and Miles stepped out, limping. I let her get three steps before I reached behind me and revealed the wheelchair. She stopped. Looked at it. Then at me. Yeah, she was pissed. “Yeah, n
My Bruised Heart He Wasn't Blind
MILESThe first thing I noticed was how empty my arm felt.For weeks, the IV had been a part of me, a tether keeping me here. But now, as Nurse Hilda carefully slid it from my skin, I was free."You’re all set, sugar," she said, her warm hands smoothing over my arm, gentle in a way that made something tighten in my chest.I had gotten used to her voice—her presence. Hilda was the only reason my mother didn’t have more time alone with me. Every visit, every lingering moment where Candice might have tried to poke and prod at my weakness, Hilda would swoop in, checking vitals, fluffing pillows, telling long-winded stories about her family.And I had let her.Because I knew what she was doing.And I liked her for it.She smiled as she set aside the IV. "I sure will miss those gorgeous eyes of yours, sweetheart. You remind me of my brother, you know. He’s got dark hair too."I blinked.A strange pull tightened in my gut, something like a whisper of familiarity. "Oh?"Hilda’s grin was all s
My Bruised Heart Rage Becomes Her
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My Bruised Heart She Died
*WARNING METAPHORICAL DEATH OF SELF* VIOLENCE*MILESI was weightless.Calm.Still.And I think I loved it.I floated on something endless, something vast. No light, no dark. Just quiet. I was neither here nor there. No pain, no burden, no fear.I just... existed.And that was all I had ever wanted—to simply be.But the thought alone woke something inside me, something long tired of staying quiet.A sharp tug behind my navel knocked the breath from my lungs.I gasped—only to find I had no lungs, no air to take in, no body to feel the pull of gravity.Then—Pain.The sensation of falling hit me all at once, a rush of sound and wind slamming into me before I landed on my back in a green field. The impact sent a dull ache through my bones, a feeling so jarring after that endless nothingness that I barely registered the voice—"Fucking finally."I jolted upright.And I saw—Me.But not me.She was everything I wasn’t. Everything I had never been.Her long black hair cascaded down her back
My Bruised Heart Let My Anger Brew
*WARNING MENTION OF SUICIDE* DOM "Oh my god... someone just jumped!" No. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be her. A voice somewhere—distant, muffled—"A suicide?" I didn’t know who said it, but I didn’t fucking care. I was already moving. Running. Running toward her. Running to jump in after her. "Dom!" Hands grabbed me, pulling me back, and I nearly ripped them to shreds. Couldn’t they see? Couldn’t they fucking see? Miles was in the water. She was drowning. And I wasn’t there. I fought. I fought like hell. Marcus. I could hear his voice—his shouting—but it wasn’t reaching me. Because nothing was. Nothing except the weight in my chest. Crushing my ribs. Suffocating me. My legs shook and my mind spun. And for the first time in my life— I was fucking terrified. What if she didn’t make it out? What if this was it? What if I had to watch the ocean devour her? What if I never saw her again? What if I lost her? Fuck. I--I couldn't lose her. Marcus had to pin m
My Bruised Heart I Was Nothing
*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
My Bruised Heart Everything She Hated
*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,
