LOGIN- HAZEL - The drive home was devastating but on the bright side, I have arrived. I make my payment and get out of the car, shutting the door behind me and running in. The lights are off. I look around. Every single light on the streets are out making the area ridiculously dark and I am just noti
- HAZEL - I find it ridiculous that our very state-of-the-art home is so far away from the city, making going to a supermarket to get something as little as a bag of chips seem so tasking. Especially late at night. I groan, still on the long drive TO the supermarket. It is frustrating. There are
- KILLIAN - The time has struck eight pm. I pull the glove on my hand higher to fit better on my palm. From head to toe, I am dressed in black. A black, futuristic, half face mask conceals the lower portion of my face. My shirt is black, my belt and pants the same. I am at the place the killer li
I just blush in return, biting my lower lip. “It’s nice to meet you, Liam.” I murmur. My eyes are on the things in his hand. I wonder that’s in them. I’m aching to know. A smirk forms on his face, like he can read my thoughts. “Here.” He hands them to me. I take them from him. Woah. How does he ho
- HAZEL - ‘Let’s meet tonight. Anywhere you choose, I have something special for you.’ Killian sent me that text earlier today and ever since, I couldn’t help but wonder where we should go or what the special thing may be but the anticipation is killing me. Driving me crazy. The funny part of
She texted me. Thinking of the angel- my Hazel is no devil- if at all, I am the devil. ‘Good morning. Get a good rest? I know I did. Although would’ve preferred waking up to you.’ I read. I should not be this delighted by a text message. My cheeks should not be this burned due to a wide grin on m
- HAZEL - According to Asami, I can’t show him any wounds. Not the ones on my shoulder, but for my hand, any lady can have a kitchen accident. Which is quite ironic considering I haven’t entered a kitchen and I can’t cook. I roll my eyes, taking a deep breath. I might as well just lie that I sur
“What’s on your mind?” Killian asks. I moan in response. “I hate to think there’s something on your mind other than me this very moment. And I know you well enough to know something has you distracted other than my dick.” I feel his dick hit my stomach as he slam into me harder. “Don’t hesitate
His fists tightens around my shoulder. I don’t know why, but for the first time, I felt an urgency. I sensed danger and I can’t even understand why. I twine my arms around his, aiming to comfort whatever it is I felt in his touch before turning around to face him. My form is so small compared to hi
- KILLIAN - That is no sore derived from cooking. I don’t need to look at it to know. I’ve cooked all my life since I was a child and I’ve gotten a lot of wounds in my life time to know what bandages are best suited for certain injuries. I also pay much attention to detail, so I know Hazel is not







