All Chapters of Unholy Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~Come to my dreams if you can. I will kiss you in between your legs there.~Arcane POV:Soon our exams started which literally made my life more intense. The hallways that were once filled with chatter and laughter were now hushed with the tension of tests. Xavier and I found ourselves engrossed in our books, revising tirelessly, and stealing moments between classes to exchange encouraging smiles.As we sat side by side in the library, our notebooks spread out before us, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. His brows furrowed in concentration, his fingers drumming lightly on the table as he muttered formulas under his breath. He looked so focused and determined that it made me fall for him all over again.Before I could have a chance to stop peeking at him secretly, he said, "Hey," he whispered, looking up from his notes to catch my gaze."Hey," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips."Can you stop looking at me like that? It is making me want to ditch the exam." He leaned c

~I love getting my fingers wet.~[Mentioning of self- harm. You have been warned.]Arcane POV:Whole night went by and Mom was still under the influence of drugs. She was sleeping soundly and I could not take my eyes off her. I feel like the hospital has become my second home, a place where the harsh fluorescent lights and the sterile smell of antiseptic made me extremely anxious. I never left my mother's side, not for a moment. No matter how much Vincent and Xavier insisted that I should go home and rest, I simply couldn't tear myself away from her.The emotional turmoil that had been unleashed by the revelation of my mother's illness had left me feeling like a ship lost at sea. I was adrift in a sea of despair, anger, and guilt. I couldn't forgive myself for not having noticed the signs earlier. How had I been so blind to her suffering?Most of all, I couldn't forgive Vincent and Xavier. They had kept this enormous secret from me, hidden the truth about my mother's condition for wha

~I want to devour you.~Arcane POV:I held my mother's frail hand as she lay in the hospital bed, her eyes meeting mine with a tired but warm smile. It was a smile that held so much love, so much history, and yet, there was an unspoken sorrow in the depths of her gaze. It took everything in me to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over as I asked her the question that had been weighing on my heart."How are you feeling, Mom?" My voice was barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the fragile peace of this moment.She breathed a soft sigh, her fingers tightening gently around mine. "I'm fine," she whispered, her voice raspy and weak. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to her words. She was trying to reassure me, as she always had, even when she was the one in pain. I swallowed hard, my throat tight with emotions. "I'm so sorry, Mom," I choked out, my voice trembling. "I should have known. I should have been th

~Let me run my fingers through your lips and let me find out how turned on you are.~Arcane POV:Hawaii was a dream come true. I'd always wanted to visit this paradise, and now, thanks to Vincent's thoughtful planning, I was on my way with Xavier, my heart dancing with anticipation.At the airport, our excitement was palpable. I couldn't help but feel a bit jittery as we navigated through the bustling crowd. Vincent had booked us seats in business class, a luxurious treat that felt like the cherry on top of this adventure.As we boarded the plane, I marveled at the plush, oversized seats, and the extra legroom that came with business class. Vincent and Xavier had been chatting animatedly, but Xavier found his way to my side, flashing me a warm, reassuring smile."Ready for this, Arcane?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.I nodded, my heart racing, but my excitement overpowered any nervousness. "Absolutely. Hawaii, here we come!"As the plane taxied down the runway and the e

~If you can still walk, then I am not done with you.~ Xavier POV: The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the beach in warm, golden hues as Arcane and I took a leisurely stroll along the shoreline. The rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves provided a calming backdrop to our conversation. Her presence beside me was a soothing balm to the weariness I carried from my own dreams and aspirations. I spoke with fervor about my goal of becoming an NHL player, each word tinged with the determination that fueled my journey. When I turned the question to Arcane, there was a moment of hesitation. Her gaze seemed fixed on the horizon, as if searching for answers in the distant expanse. Her response was honest and vulnerable, revealing the weight of uncertainty that rested on her shoulders. "I'm not sure," she confessed, her voice carrying a note of contemplation. "I mean, there are things I'm interested in, but nothing feels... definitive." I tightened my arm around her, hoping to convey a