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My 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-02-18My Bruised Heart I Think I Was Going Insane
DOM "But you won't." What the fuck was happening? I was just about to feast on her, to have her writhing under me, and she stopped me. She’s never stopped me. Not once. Not when she was clawing at me. Not when her body was singing for me. Not when she was shaking, desperate, needing me. And yet— Here she was. Pushing me away. A sick, twisting feeling coiled in my stomach—something foreign, wrong. A raw, suffocating pressure squeezed my chest, making it hard to breathe. Is this what rejection feels like? No. No, this was different. This was worse. Rejection was Maria picking Marcus’s crayons over mine in the third grade. This was Miles choosing to take control—choosing to deny me. I clenched her thighs, weakly protesting. If she wanted me to stop, I’d— A small shove. Just enough for me to feel the command in it. Her hand stayed pressed to my chest as she followed me off the bed, her body moving like liquid fire, slow and lethal. Her nails scraped do
Last Updated : 2025-02-18My Bruised Heart Denied
DOMI was still standing in her fucking room. Still staring at the spot where she had been. Still reeling from the fact that she had just—No.My jaw clenched so tight I felt my teeth grind together. My hands curled into fists on my thighs, but it did nothing to stop the way my entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out.Miles had never done that before.Never told me to go.Never walked away first.My breathing was slow, measured, but the fire in my veins had nothing to do with frustration. No, it was something worse. Something darker.Because for the first time, I had felt it.Not just the loss of control.Not just the ache of being denied.Fear.It was a brief flicker, just a whisper of a moment. But it had been there, buried under the haze of lust and hunger. When she looked at me—when she smiled at me like that, like she knew something I didn’t—my body had reacted before my brain had caught up.And fuck, I had liked it.I dragged a hand through my hair, turning too
Last Updated : 2025-02-18My Bruised Heart The Hunt
MILES The Black Library was my sanctuary. It had once been a ballroom—a grand space of elegance and excess—but now? Now it was mine. The towering shelves stretched toward the ceiling, lined with books so old their spines whispered secrets when touched. Dim sconces flickered along the walls, leaving long, stretching shadows across the floor. The air smelled like parchment, aged ink, and the kind of stillness that made the rest of the world disappear. And most importantly? My mother never stepped foot in here. That made it safe. That made it mine. I traced my fingers along the gilded edge of a book, settling onto one of the deep leather couches tucked between the shelves. A glass of wine sat beside me, untouched. My legs draped over the armrest, my skirt rising just enough to reveal the bare skin of my thighs. I wasn’t reading. I was waiting. Because Dominic would come. I knew he would. He had been looking for me all day. Stalking the halls, prowling in the spaces
Last Updated : 2025-02-18My 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
Last Updated : 2025-02-19My 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
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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
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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
My Bruised Heart Not. One. Bit.
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
