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My 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?"
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-18My Bruised Heart Heat
*WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT * MILES I made it to my room in record time, locking the door behind me as I tried to catch my breath. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t breathe because every inhale smelled like him. I swore it was in my pores, under my skin, wrapped around me like a second fucking soul. Dominic Black had ruined me. And the worst part? I fucking wanted more. My skin was burning. My body ached—throbbed—for something only he could give me. The evidence of it was still on the leather seat, smeared for him to see. The fact that he had seen it? That Marcus had? Humiliation. Heat. Hunger. I buried my face in my hands. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel like I was spiraling out of control? Why did I love it? I pressed my thighs together, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. My thighs were soaked, my pulse hammering in my ears. I could still feel the ghost of his mouth on me, his hands pulling me closer as if he wanted to devour me whole. And then he kep
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-02-18
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My Bruised Heart Oh, Did It Simmer
MILES Miles: Marcus Miles: Where are you? Miles: I swear, when I lay eyes on you, your balls are going in a vice. Miles: Don’t make me find you. I sighed and tossed my new phone into my bag, the screen blacking out like it was tired of me too. Marcus was avoiding me like the plague, and Dom—he was holding something back. I could feel it. Taste it in the silence between us. See it in the way his hand would twitch like he wanted to reach for me... and didn’t. “They’re probably pissed at you,” Kenzie had said earlier over the phone. She had called to “check in,” which in Kenzie speak meant scold me for not dying harder. “I know I was,” she went on. “If you hadn’t already flatlined and come back, I would’ve killed you myself.” “I’m still alive, you know.” “Yes, and you’re lucky.” Her voice cracked just enough to make my guilt spike. “You flatlined for a full fucking minute, Miles. Don’t think you hid that from any of us.” “You talk to them?” Another sigh. “Of course. You can’
My Bruised Heart And Then Came Miles
DOMINICI didn’t realize how loud it was in my head until everything else went quiet.The sound of lockers slamming, cleats against tile, water running in the showers—none of it touched me. I was stuck. Floating somewhere between rage and guilt, fear and this fucking ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away.Marcus walked in, tossing a water bottle onto the bench beside me.“You’re spiraling.”“Wow. Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Phil.” I didn’t look up. “Where the hell have you been?”He sighed and plopped down next to me. “Dealing with Mommy Dearest.”That was all he said. I didn’t pry. Not here. Not yet. Not with our teammates still around. The walls had ears.He patted his lap. “Come on, lay back and tell me all about it.”I grimaced. “Dude, no.”“You know you want to. You’ve been giving me those ‘comfort me’ eyes for days. It’s calling to me.”The way my eyes were slapping his face—over and over—“Don’t deny me.”I didn’t want to talk about it. But fuck—I needed to. Everything from
My Bruised Heart Who Was She?
DOMINIC I heard it. "She's fucking crazy. Like--an actual psycho," said Tanya's friend. Followed by: "Did you hear what she said? She basically risked her life for the adrenaline." "Kinda wicked though. She's got a serious vag on her to pull that kinda stunt and come out with a few broken bones." "Right? I think I love her. Who is she?" Exactly. Who was she? Her shoulders didn’t slump anymore. Her eyes didn’t wander the floor. She didn’t shrink from whispers—she stood taller, looked people dead in the face. It should’ve made me proud. It should’ve felt like progress. But all it did was twist something deep in my gut. Because it almost cost her everything. I watched her walk out of that classroom, head held high like she hadn’t just shaken an entire room of people without even raising her voice. She was becoming someone else. Someone harder. Sharper. And maybe that was the point. Maybe that was how she survived. But it scared the shit out of me. Because I remembered the
My Bruised Heart The Psycho
MILES Lunch was over way too quickly. The second Dominic and I stepped out of the library, the stares returned like they'd been waiting for us. Silent, sharp. Hungry. Added by the whispers. "Think she's the jumper?" "What kind of psycho jumps off a cliff unless they’re trying to die?" It shouldn't have bothered me. And it didn’t. Not really. But the attention? The spotlight? That made my skin crawl. The worst part was that Dom looked like he was barely holding it together. His jaw ticked every few steps. His hand twitched at his side like he wanted to grab mine. Like maybe that would ground him. Or maybe it would ground me. It didn’t even matter what they said. They were going to talk. They were going to look. Not because of me. Not just because of me. But because of him. Dominic Black. The golden boy, the prince of the campus—was hovering over the broken girl who looked an awful lot like the one who jumped off a fucking cliff. Earlier in class, I heard people whisp
My Bruised Heart She Thought She Knew Me
KENNY Miles acted like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t unraveled in my arms. Like she hadn’t called my name with my hands on her skin, my mouth against her throat. Like she hadn’t begged me to make her feel something. And fine. I could play along. But I wasn’t stupid. The way her fingers hesitated sometimes when she reached for something. The way her gaze flickered, just for a second, when I got too close. The way her lips parted when I made her laugh, like she had almost forgotten she could. She hadn’t forgotten. I could tell my the way her cheeks would flush when my hand brushed hers. She was pretending. And I let her. I still made her coffee the way she liked it. I still teased her when she got flustered. I still called her Mimi, just to see the corner of her mouth twitch in that almost smile. She never pulled away. Never put space between us. But I knew where the line was. And I never crossed it. Until today. I was behind the counter at the diner, wipi
My Bruised Heart It F*cking Mattered
*WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT* KENNY "You can't take it from me," she whispered. Her voice curled around my ribs. Tangled in my lungs. "But you can give me something else." My throat bobbed. “Miles—” “Something to feel.” And there went my self-control. Miles barely had time to breathe before my hands were on her—gripping her waist, yanking her against me. My mouth crashed against hers, and she took it. Took everything I gave like she had been starving for it. A low moan hummed from her throat, vibrating against my lips, and fuck—I was already gone. I had wanted to kiss her for days. Wanted to feel her. Wanted to take away her pain. Her fingers slipped into my hair, nails scraping my scalp, pulling, tugging, making me groan into her mouth. “Kenny,” she breathed, and I felt it. Felt her heat. Her desperation. The way she arched into me like she wanted to climb inside me, crawl under my skin and stay there. I grabbed her thigh, hoisting it up, pressing my k
My Bruised Heart The Light In Her Eyes
KENNY Her eyes were hauntingly beautiful. A storm in a purple sky. Lavenders on a cloudy day. Such beautiful damn eyes. If only they held a little bit of light in them. I remembered the first time she walked into the diner. It was late afternoon, the kind of heat that clung to your skin like a second layer. I thought she was a customer at first, so I grabbed a menu and made my way over, only for her to throw her hands up, a nice coral blush tinting her ears. “Oh, I don’t have any money,” she said, biting her lip. “I saw the help wanted sign and wanted to apply.” Her hair was windblown, strands sticking to her forehead from sweat, and she smelled like the sun… and honey. It wasn’t perfume—just her. Fresh, a little wild, like she had been running through an open field before stepping in. I should’ve said something. Anything. Instead, my brain short-circuited as I followed a single bead of sweat trailing down her freckled cheek, over the curve of her jaw, disappearing beneath the
My Bruised Heart Silence
MILESDominic met my stare with something unreadable in his golden eyes. Even as I pulled him closer, still, he held back."Scared?" I dared, knowing he liked a good challenge.But instead of that knowing smirk—the one with those delicious dimples—he inhaled through his nose and gently pulled my hand from his shirt. He stepped back until he was leaning on the nearby bookshelf.I had expected him to come stomping into the library like a storm barely leashed, dragging his rage with him. I had expected his sharp tongue, his impatient sighs, his suffocating protectiveness that had only gotten worse since I woke up in the hospital.What I hadn’t expected… was this.Silence.Now, he stood in front of me, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, jaw tight, eyes stormy. I had chosen the farthest, most secluded corner of the library to eat my lunch, but of course, he found me anyway.Of course, he did.I swallowed my last bite of an apple and leaned back against my chair, resting my good a
My Bruised Heart Guess I Really Am A Psycho
MILES Maybe I thought I would be prepared to return to university. Maybe I believed that after everything, walking these halls would be easy. I had decided to go despite myself, just to prove a point. That I wasn’t weak. But that weakness crawled out from the dirt I buried it in as soon as I entered my first class. I had spent the morning in the library, hidden in the quiet while Dom and Marcus were at practice. It was the first time in weeks I had been truly alone—no watchful eyes, no questions, no hovering hands. Just silence. Then, I left. And as soon as I walked—no, limped—into my first class, the whispers started. You would think the stares were because of the brace on my ankle, the sling keeping my shoulder in place. But no. It was because Dominic Black had his hand on my waist, his grip steady as he helped me to my seat. "Who the hell is she?" Someone whispered. "Why does she seem so close to three of the hottest guys in school?" "She’s probably fucking them." "No,
