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2024-10-29 19:42:56Alyssa
I'm busy cutting tomatoes when I swiftly notice my left fingers are translucent, entirely invisible to the world. A silent gasp gets stuck in my throat, and when Darla enters the kitchen, I immediately hide my hand inside my pocket with a smile plastered to my face.
"It smells delicious, Alyssa!" Darla inhales the air and beams at me with her entire face, conveying excitement. "I'm so grateful that you're cooking dinner for us this evening!"
Her lively gratefulness is enough to make me think of something else other than my disappearing hand. Whatever I can deal with it later, right now, I need to focus on this dinner.
"It's my pleasure! I'm not good at cooking yet, but ever since you taught me this recipe, I've wanted to let everyone taste and see how far I've come. I used to be a spoiled princess, but now I know how to make the best pasta in town!"
Darla looks teary-eyed and hugs me briefly, forcing me to turn away from the stove to return
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MazeOnce I'm confident that I'm alone, I push open the windows in my room. I'm on the highest floor, away from Azrael and everyone else. The stars shine like bright jewels in the sky, but my eyes focus on the black smoke impatiently waiting for me to speak."I invite you inside!" I speak audibly enough for the vampire to hear, and then the smoke rushes inside the building.A ball of smoke hurries past me, landing on the red carpet in the middle of the room. Books fly out through their cases, and the candles in the room blow out in an instant. The chandelier is swaying from side to side, and unpleasant chills snake down my spine when the ball of shadows materialize into a gruesome man.Bones crack and splinter, making me grimace until he is standing there, Fabian himself."Long time no see," Fabian smiles wickedly and reaches out a gnarly hand. His fingers are thin and long. I don't want him to touch me, yet I stretch my arm to shake his hand.
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Alyssa I wrap my arms around my chest as the cold breeze blows in through the window. I'm broken. Azrael tried to kiss me earlier. The passion and the flames humming during our fight must have ignited something within him. The man bent down to claim me, but I won't accept the love of a man who came to tell me he would choose someone else. "He is such a jerk!" I promised myself that I wouldn't cry over Azrael. I've shed too many tears over that man already, but I cant fight that lump rising in my throat. And with devastating certainty, I realize I can't hold back the flood. Tears drip down on my dress, and I bite my lower lip so hard that I can taste metal. I hate how it feels like I'm constantly drowning. "You cry an awful lot these days," I swing around so fast I almost fall down from the windowsill. A gasp escapes my lips, but I manage to regain control, only to have my legs halt and freeze in midair like my thoughts. Sleepy!
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Alyssa"Why are we going to the lake again? It's super dark," My voice is bitter.Hopefully, we will make it back to the hotel before the sun rises and burns me to a crisp. My bed is a way safer place to be than Sleepy's hands. It's hard to stomach the fact that we are flying above the clouds and that him clumsily dropping me would kill me.Not that I think he would. Sleepy is holding me tightly, and his hands are big enough to make me blush. While I'm trying not to, I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be my actual size and have him palm my breasts down to my thighs.I blush. It kills me to admit, but the man does have sexy hands; they are sunkissed with veins that reach like branches to his wrist to then disappear under his tunic."The lake is my favorite spot," Sleepy bends forward and angles himself to look down at me. I'm sitting in his cupped palms, and he gives me a grin while hanging upside down. I feel heat curl inside my bel
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Sleepy For the first time in what feels like forever, I'm happy. Alyssa is such a bliss to watch and talk with. Is she even real? I glance down at our conjoined hands, feel a rush of heat surging through me, and hide my smile by looking away when Alyssa glances up at me. This is heaven. I don't want to return to Azrael's hotel yet, even if the sun is about to rise. Alyssa takes a deep breath. "So you can control the elements?" I gaze down at Alyssa, see the pink hue splayed over her cheeks, and have to fight like hell to not dive at those swollen lips again. There are bite marks left all over her delicate neck, a reminder for others to keep away from what is mine. "Yes, but I'm not very good at controlling air and earth yet," I tell her as we stroll across a meadow. Our feet are naked, but the ground is soft, and right now, it feels like I'm walking on clouds. "That's amazing..." Alyssa stares down at the ground with a
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Alyssa Two months have passed since we defeated Fabian. And I still long to hear your voice again, watch your lips as you form the words to call me princess. I've been working hard on getting on this boat, and Sleepy has been making money too. We are fine. We are smiling. We are surviving. Yet I still miss you. "I swear to god that I will commit suicide and throw myself overboard if we eat the same slobbery fish for another day!" I grimace at the bitter flavor and shudder in disgust. "Surely, there must be better things in the sea. Why aren't they catching shrimp or lobster?!" I grumpily dig into the fish again, aware of the amused laughter coming from above. "Hey! It's not that bad!" Sleepy hangs his head like a bat and smiles down from the top of our bunk bed. Green hair falls around him like a mane, and I laugh at his big smile. We are eating dinner and praying the boat won't sink and disappear in the waves—t
