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2024-09-06 01:51:52
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My 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-13My Bruised Heart Little Raven
MILES Dominic Black was full of shit if he thought I couldn't see past his asshole facade. I saw it in his eyes—the way he flipped like a switch, slipping from interest to indifference, from curiosity to anger. They were emotions I knew well. Except, lately, I found myself feeling nothing at all. I thought maybe I could spark something up by reading some dark romance. For a moment, I had escaped into the book. I felt. Just felt. And then, of course, the sexy asshole who would be my soon-to-be stepbrother invaded my space and yanked me out of my peace. I hadn't meant to make his nose bleed, but it was his fault for sneaking up behind me while I was in the middle of a steamy scene. He had it coming. Still, I felt bad. I'd never made anyone bleed before. Instincts I didn’t know I had had taken over, and at first, I’d been shocked. He didn’t deserve my care, let alone my kindness, but… I was already on the receiving end of someone else’s pain. I’d be damned if I became the cause of an
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-14My Bruised Heart I Couldn't Feel Anymore
MILES TRIGGER WARNING: Anxiety, Panic Attack, Abuse When I returned home, the sky had darkened into that deep indigo just before true nightfall, and my body was exhausted. Kenzie had dragged me all over town, determined to make me feel something for my birthday. She took me to every shop that caught my eye, bought every book my fingers lingered on for more than three seconds, and forced me to eat so much cake I thought I’d be sick. I should have felt full. Instead, the weight in my stomach was leaden, making my every step feel sluggish as I climbed the stairs to my room. Kenzie had been so proud of herself. "You're not the boss of me, Miles Valentine. I'll spend my hard-earned money how I like, thank you very much," she huffed when I tried to protest. I let her. I didn't have the heart to tell her that gifts wouldn't fix the pit inside me. I made it to my room, nudging the door open with my foot, my arms full of the bags she showered me with. A small part of me clung to the th
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-09-15
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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,
