It's been two days since I last saw Damien.It's strange how weird it feels to be apart from him. I've never felt his absence before, not like this. Something has changed, especially in the way I feel about him. I miss him. I woke up today and couldn't stop thinking about him, from the day we first met to the last time we saw each other, which was right in this living room. I can't stop fantasizing about his kisses and his magical touch, the way I melt when he's near. I can't breathe when he's around. A powerful emotion takes hold of me and only releases me when he's gone.I wonder if he thinks about me like this, too.I wonder if he feels the same way I do.I don't know why I'm thinking this way. Maybe it has to do with the dream I had last night. He was in my room. I couldn't see him, but I knew it was him. I felt his hands on my body, undressing me. He closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked gently in the way he always does. I kissed him with want and need, and an ardor that b
Earlier that day...Devon pops the suitcase open and stares at the stacks and stacks of cash.Fuck. This is what he's been waiting for his whole life. He always had a feeling that he'd put his hands on money like this. He's suffered enough. He can't believe he nearly passed this opportunity up simply because he was trying to the nice guy. Being nice never got anyone anything, that's for sure. He's got the proof of that now."Is it all there?" Elizabeth asks.He's not going to count in front of her. He'll never finish in time. If there's anything missing, he's going to let her know when he'll receive the other half of the payment. "It's good for now."She glances at the paper in her hand, where he wrote down the address to the building. "You're sure about this, aren't you? You wouldn't lie to us.""They're there. I'm sure Theodora is hiding in there, too. He wouldn't separate them. Trust me, I know how his mind works by now." He practically lived in his ass during this past year, tryin
Sweat is trickling down the side of his head.He's never been this nervous before. There's a lot that could go wrong and he's well aware of it. He's out here, exposed, and risking his life in an attempt to end this war. He can only do that by killing Eduardo Pascual.That man started all this when he decided to touch what's his, what has always been his.If Eduardo hadn't joined the Browns, this would've ended long ago. Sure, there was someone backing them up, but whoever this person is would've taken a step back when he got a hold of them and ended them. But when Eduardo hopped onto their side, everything changed. They grew fearless and bold and thought that siding against the Kellers would be beneficial to them.They were wrong.He'll see what they'll do when he sends Eduardo straight to hell. Will they continue this foolishness or will they return to their senses and act as if none of this ever happened? He knows all their names and he'll rid this city of them one by one when he's
Everything happens so quickly.All I can think when those men break into the apartment is not again. I'm getting flashbacks of when this happened at the mansion and I enter panic mode. Every muscle in my body refuses to cooperate and as a result, I'm glued to this fucking couch.Not even the thought of Brad gets me moving.They grab Theo first. She's struggling and screaming at the top of her lungs, swinging her fists and trying to defend herself in every way, but there's only so much she could do with her leg in a cast and that wheelchair. There are too many men to count in this small living room, and when I finally gather the strength to run, I'm being grabbed by two men and forced down on the couch. To my dismay, they close the door to the apartment.Theo spits at the man in front of her."Look for the kid," a feminine voice says. "He must be here somewhere."Elizabeth.She stands before us with her arms crossed over her chest and a sly smile on her lips. Theo stills for a minute.
It feels like she's been in there for hours.It can't have been that long, though. Maybe forty minutes. He wants a cigarette, but he knows that this isn't the place to break the rules. If he gets kicked out, he won't get to see her and that can't happen.Theo was shaking when he arrived. Brad was sitting on her lap, just staring at the wall. She shook her head as he approached her. He stopped right in the middle of the corridor. What's that supposed to mean?"We don't have any news yet," she said."All we know is she's alive," Ethan adds.Alive? So there was the possibility of her being dead? He wasn't told that over the phone. Were they trying to spare him, is that why he wasn't told this? He didn't have the strength to confront them. He just took a seat beside her and held his fucking breath.They've been quiet, no one has said another word. He can't even bring himself to think about the shit Elizabeth did. He's just concerned about her well-being. If he's given bad news, he doesn't
I wake up in a hospital room.Is it odd that I'm not at all confused? I remember everything, and I'm astounded by how empty I feel. There's no other word to describe this numbness. I know I should be feeling something else, like anger or even disappointment, but these emotions are just not there yet.Maybe I'll feel something later.There's a lot of pain in my abdomen, very similar to the cramps I get when I'm on my period. I'm not a hundred percent sure what this means, but it can't be a good thing. I know what I felt and I know why Elizabeth did what she did. I'm not going to lie here and try to convince myself that this isn't true, that by some miracle, my pregnancy survived that fall. I can't forget to mention that kick. Again, she knew what she was doing. This is exactly what she wanted and now, she got it.I don't know that yet, but I have a feeling.I won't feel anything until I get definite answers. I'm just making assumptions at this point. I'm alone, but I kind of wish I wer
v6.12.1Welcome to Radish for Writers.Log OutEpisode PreviewStories/Story/Season/Episode PreviewShadowAn episode can only be edited for 7 days after its publication.ShadowEthan heard her scream.It was just after Damien walked out of the room looking like he left his fucking soul in there. He told the nurses to go in right after that, no doubt to sedate her.He looks at him and for the first time ever, he has no idea of what's going through his head. Something isn't right about him, and it happened right after they got the news that the nightclub downtown was on fire. They got there and found ambulances there. Some people got hurt, nothing major. An insider must have let them in, whoever 'they' might be. They're not so sure these days. It could be anyone.The point is that something within him changed—more like snapped—and he was silent the whole way here. He first noticed the difference last night, but now he has no doubts. And if Amelia was in there screaming, that can't be a
How could Elizabeth do such a thing?Devon knew she was going to fuck up. He knew, he even feels guilty for it. He decided that he wasn't going to do anything to stop it, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he's happy about how things went about. His heart was in his fucking throat, and he didn't know he had one.He watched when Ethan Keller invaded the building, but that was only after Elizabeth left. She looked so smug that he felt the urge to get out of the car and slap her across the face. What did she do? He expected her to drag them out, take them someplace else. That was the plan, wasn't it, if all else failed? But she walked out with the exact number of men she took inside, so that could only mean that she finished the job in there.So did that mean she found Damien in there? Were they all dead? These questions haunted him. He had to know, but he didn't want to go upstairs to find out. What if his assumptions were wrong? Or worse, what if they were true? What would he do if