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Unholy Love New chapter.
~You have already caught me but everyday you pull me in deeper.~Xavier POV:The weight of departure pressed on me, a relentless ache in my chest that refused to dissipate. As I glanced into Arcane's eyes, I couldn't ignore the sorrow that lingered there, a mirror to the emotions that churned within me. Her attempts to mask her own feelings cut through me, laying bare the depth of our shared apprehension.It would have been so much simpler if she weren't a part of my life. I could have faced this new chapter with a resolute heart, unburdened by the ties that bound us. But Arcane was woven into the very fabric of my existence, an indelible presence that had irrevocably altered the course of my life.Her love had become the cornerstone of my world, a source of strength and inspiration. In her, I found a depth of connection that transcended the boundaries of ordinary affection. She had become the axis around which my life revolved, and in her absence, I felt adrift, unmoored.As I naviga
Unholy Love Continents away from each other.
~Without you, I am nothing.~Arcane POV:The weight of the world seemed to rest on my shoulders as I trudged through the familiar halls of my high school. Each step echoed with a sense of finality, a reminder that the end was drawing near. The thought should have been liberating, a gateway to new beginnings, but instead, it felt like a vice closing around my heart.Once I pushed open the front door of our house, I all but sprinted to my room. The familiar comfort of my bed beckoned, and as I sank into its softness, I let out a long, weary sigh. Rolling onto my stomach, I buried my face into the pillow, seeking solace in its familiar embrace. The muffled sound of my own breath was a steady rhythm in the otherwise quiet room.And then, it came—the unrelenting surge of emotion that had been lurking just beneath the surface. The tears welled up, a testament to the ache that gnawed at my heart. It was the ache of missing, of longing for something just out of reach. It was the ache of Xavie
Unholy Love Flying on the rink.
~I have a little toy for you to try out.~ Xavier POV:The days stretched out before me, each one feeling like an eternity, a relentless countdown to the moment I would see her again. Arcane. Her name was a beacon of light in the midst of the relentless training and grueling practices. She was my motivation, my reason for pushing myself beyond my limits.With every stride on the ice, I poured my heart and soul into the game. The cold air stung against my face, a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through my veins. The rink was alive with the rhythm of skates on ice, the symphony of players chasing their dreams."Xav, hit it hard!" Marcus's voice cut through the clamor, a rallying cry that spurred me on. The puck was at my feet, and in that moment, the world narrowed down to the goal in front of me. With a swift, controlled strike, I sent it hurtling towards its target.Time seemed to slow, every heartbeat a drumroll that echoed in my ears. The puck sailed through the air, a perfect a
Unholy Love Jersey.
~I like it more, you sprawled over my bed, naked and ready for me.~ Arcane POV:The anticipation for Xavier's game coursed through me like a current of electricity, leaving me both excited and nervous. I longed to call him, to wish him luck and share in his excitement, but I hesitated, not wanting to disturb him on this pivotal day. He needed space to focus, to prepare for the monumental moment ahead. However, his thoughtfulness shone through when he sent me tickets for the game, not just for me, but for Abby as well. The gesture warmed my heart, a testament to the depth of his care. It was a small act that spoke volumes, reminding me once again why I had fallen so deeply for him. With the tickets in hand, a surge of excitement rippled through me. I imagined being there, in the stands, cheering him on, a witness to this momentous occasion. It was a privilege, one I didn't take lightly. As the evening stretched before me, I delved into my wardrobe, determined to find the perfect ou
Unholy Love Game.
~I am addicted to your body.~ Xavier POV: The moment my skates touched the ice, a surge of anticipation and nerves coursed through me. The arena was a sea of faces, a symphony of voices, but my eyes were trained on one seat in particular. I had sent the ticket to Arcane, and I knew exactly where she should be sitting. But as my gaze swept over the rows, there was an emptiness that echoed in my chest. She wasn't there. A strange mixture of disappointment and worry washed over me. The familiar buzz of excitement, the surge of adrenaline that usually accompanied stepping onto the ice, was subdued. It was as if a vital piece of the puzzle was missing. I skated a few practice rounds, my mind racing even as I tried to focus on the game ahead. The cheers of the crowd, the calls of my teammates, all seemed to blur into a background hum. I couldn't shake the thought of Arcane's empty seat. Had something happened? Was she alright? A thousand scenarios raced through my mind, each one more
Unholy Love Stopped breathing.
~My heart throbs, when I see you cry.~ Xavier POV: The hospital corridor stretched out before me, the harsh fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Each step felt like a weight, a leaden anchor pulling me forward. As I turned the corner, my breath caught in my throat. There she was, Arcane, on her knees beside the bed. Her usually vibrant spirit seemed crushed, replaced by a soul-wrenching despair. Her sobs tore through the quiet of the room, echoing off the stark white walls. My feet were glued to the ground, my heart pounding a frenzied rhythm in my chest. The sight before me was too much to bear. Melissa, her face pallid, lay so still, so achingly motionless. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating me in its unbearable silence. Arcane's cries filled the void, a heartrending symphony of grief. "Mom," she choked out, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, wake up. You can't leave me like this." I shut my eyes, willing the image to disappear, pra
Unholy Love Funeral.
~When you feel said, it's okay.~Arcane POV: The sky was painted in muted shades of gray, as if even nature itself mourned the departure of a soul so dear. The air was thick with a somber stillness, the weight of grief settling over the gathering like a heavy shroud. We stood beside the open grave, a sea of solemn faces, each one a testament to the impact Mom had on the lives around her. The casket, adorned with white lilies, seemed to glisten in the soft light. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of life, a vessel that held the physical remnants of a woman who had been the heart of our world. I stood there, my gaze fixed on the casket, my heart heavy with the weight of loss. Mom had been more than a mother to me; she had been my confidante, my pillar of strength. We had conflicts between us but we were able to overcome them because of Mom. At that time I was not able to recognize her intentions but they were all for me. Every single decision that she made was for my future,
Unholy Love Father like figure.
~The best breakfast is the kind that starts between your legs.~ Arcane POV: The morning light spilled through the curtains, casting a fragile glow across the room. It was a deceptive serenity, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had etched itself into my heart over the past few days. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned to the empty space beside me, a pang of disappointment coursing through me like a silent ache. Summoning every ounce of strength, I eased myself out of the bed, the cool touch of the floor a stark contrast to the warmth that still clung to the sheets. The shower offered a brief respite, the cascade of water washing away some of the heaviness that clung to me. As I descended the stairs, the hollowness of the house enveloped me like a suffocating shroud. Without Mom, it felt like every room echoed with the absence of her presence. Vincent sat in the living room, a solitary figure lost in the depths of his own contemplation. "Good morning," I whispered, my voi
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Unholy Love Prepare a naughty list.
~I want you fu*king so bad.~Arcane POV:A year had passed since my graduation, and I found myself seated in the sleek boardroom of Jones Corporation. The transition from student life to the corporate world had been seamless, thanks to the opportunity extended to me by Vincent, a man whose generosity knew no bounds.From the moment I set foot in the company, I was determined to not only meet the expectations placed on me but to surpass them. The debt of gratitude I owed to Vincent was one I could never fully repay, but I was determined to try. My dedication to my work became my way of expressing the profound appreciation that lived in my heart.In the boardroom, I exuded a professional demeanor that had become synonymous with my presence in the company. Precision and attention to detail were the cornerstones of my approach to any task, no matter how big or small. Every report, every presentation was a testament to the meticulousness that defined my work ethic."Good morning, Ms. Mille
Unholy Love I have always loved you.
~Shhh... be a good girl and keep quiet.~ Arcane POV: Maya's eyes sparkled with mischief as she observed me, her curiosity uncontainable. "So, what's going on between you two?" I took a deep breath, knowing that I couldn't keep this a secret any longer. Maya was my closest friend, and she deserved to know the truth. "We... dated," I began, my voice steady but tinged with a vulnerability I couldn't hide. Her eyes widened in surprise, a gasp escaping her lips. "You and Xavier? Seriously?" I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "Yeah. It was back in high school." Maya's excitement was palpable, her teasing grin spreading from ear to ear. "Oh my god! Why didn't you ever tell me?" "It just... didn't come up," I replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into my tone. It wasn't that I had purposely kept it from her; it was simply a part of my past that I hadn't revisited in years. She leaned in closer, her curiosity practically radiating off her. "Okay, spill the details. How did
Unholy Love For the first time in five years.
~My mouth wants to do naughty things to you.~Arcane's POV:The glow of my phone illuminated the dim room, casting an eerie shadow against the walls. The headlines screamed from the screen, a harsh juxtaposition to the silence that now enveloped me."Xavier Jones: From Ice to Fists." The words seemed to taunt me, each letter a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm matching the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.When I saw the image of Xavier, his face contorted in anger, it was like a punch to the gut. This wasn't the man I knew. The Xavier I remembered was composed, controlled, a master of his emotions. This was a stranger, a fractured reflection of the person I held in my heart.And then, I saw the face of the other person involved – Ethan. The name alone sent shivers down my spine. It was a name I hadn't spoken or thought of in years, a name buried beneath layers of time and distance.My grip tightened on the phone, knuckles tur
Unholy Love Back home.
~When its good, you are shaking.~Xavier POV:The familiar scent of home enveloped me as I stepped through the front door. It was a comforting blend of my dad's cooking, the wood of the furniture, and the subtle perfume that always lingered in the air. It was good to be back."Dad, I'm home!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house.Moments later, his head popped out from the kitchen, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Xavier! It's about time you showed up. I was starting to think you'd forgotten where you live!"I laughed, crossing the room to give him a bear hug. "Trust me, Dad, I could never forget this place. It's good to be back, though."He clapped me on the back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, you better get used to it. Look how much weight you have lost. You better prepare yourself to bulk up.""I am focusing on my muscles, Dad. I cannot bulk up. It will be hard for me to play on the ice." I said to him playfully, "Or you want you son to fall on his ass
Unholy Love Face of the team.
~I want to be fu*ked and loved by you, for the rest of my life.~3 years later;Xavier POV:The ice rink glistened under the bright arena lights, a frozen stage set for our performance. The crisp air bit at my cheeks as I glided onto the ice, the familiar scrape of my skates echoing in the empty rink. This was where I belonged, where every stride, every pass, held the promise of victory.As the team captain, the weight of responsibility sat comfortably on my shoulders. It wasn't just about winning; it was about leading my teammates, motivating them to push beyond their limits. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a blend of excitement and nerves."Let's own this, Xav!" Mark, my fellow forward, slapped me on the back, his eyes gleaming with determination.I shot him a quick grin, our unspoken understanding a testament to the years we'd spent perfecting our synergy on the ice. With a swift flick, I sent the puck hurtling towards the goal, the goalie's glove barely able to deflect i
Unholy Love University life.
~Give me a hickey where only we can find them.~Arcane POV:Stepping onto the bustling campus of the University felt like entering a different world. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation, and I couldn't help but be swept up in the energy. This was it – a fresh start, a blank canvas waiting to be painted with new experiences, friendships, and knowledge.As the days unfolded, I threw myself into the whirlwind of university life. The first week was a kaleidoscope of orientations, campus tours, and the flurry of faces that would soon become familiar. Eveeryone was nice here and I wanted to befriend them all.One afternoon, while trying to find my way through the labyrinth of buildings, I met Luca. His laughter echoed down the hall, drawing my attention."Hey there!" they exclaimed, extending a hand. "I'm Luca. Lost too?"I chuckled, shaking their hand. "Definitely. This place is like a maze."We struck up a conversation about the art installation on the quad, and within minutes
Unholy Love Leaving.
~Pretty please.~Arcane POV: The room felt different, like a chapter closing. Tomorrow, I'd be on a plane, leaving this place behind. I couldn't predict when I'd return, and it certainly wouldn't be anytime soon. My gaze swept across the room, each corner holding a memory. Here was where Xavier and I shared that kiss, a sweet moment in time. There, he lounged on my bed, playfully teasing me. And it was this very room where he saved me from my darkest moments, bringing me back from the edge. Tears threatened, but I blinked them away, resolute. I zipped up my suitcase, sealing in the fragments of the past. The room stood still, a silent witness to a part of my life that was coming to an end. I took one last look, trying to etch every detail into my memory. Then, with a final sigh, I turned away, ready to face the unknown that awaited me. The room felt heavy, like a bundle of memories tugging at my heart. Leaving meant closing a chapter that had given me so much - a fatherly figure i
Unholy Love Let her do what she wants to do.
~Baby, your pleasure is my priority.~ Xavier POV: I was getting a call from my Dad. I smiled as I saw his name on the screen and I went to the dressing room to answer his call. As I heard my dad's voice on the other end of the line, a wave of warmth washed over me. It had been too long since we last spoke, and hearing his familiar tone brought a sense of comfort. "Hello, Dad," I greeted, unable to contain the smile that tugged at my lips. "I'm doing well. Training's intense, but I'm giving it my all." I could sense the pride in his voice. "That's my boy. I knew you'd give it your best. I've been keeping up with your progress online. You're making quite the impression." His words were a balm to my determination. Knowing that he was watching from afar, cheering me on, gave me an extra boost of motivation. "Thanks, Dad." I couldn't help but seize the opportunity. "You know, there's a game coming up. Why don't you come to it? I would love to see you." The only game that I played i
Unholy Love Traces of me.
~Euphoria take over me when your tongue dance on my body.~ Arcane POV: Another year slipped away in the blink of an eye, and here I stood, on the precipice of high school graduation. It was a milestone that I had never imagined reaching without Mom by my side, her absence a constant ache that refused to fade. And then there was Xavier, a presence that still lingered in the recesses of my thoughts, despite the silence that had settled between us. As I watched my classmates buzz with anticipation, their excitement mingling with nervous energy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. It was as though I was moving through the motions, the weight of the past still clinging to me. The ceremony itself was a blur of gowns and caps, a sea of faces that seemed to meld together. The applause, the speeches—they all felt like distant echoes, reverberating in a space that I no longer fully occupied. I walked across the stage, the diploma a tangible symbol of an achievement that felt bit
