All Chapters of Blood and Ashes: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

There's nothing more draining than this. I see what I want or need; rather, I reach for it. It's dangling right in front of me like a lump of flesh, but I can't get it. It's still out of my grasp.I'm sick in the head.I feel so pathetic.This wasn't the first time I was having a hard-on from being in Rose's proximity. I had to make her stop rocking back to me else she would feel the bulge in my shorts.I just can't let her see it. See the proof of lust, she might find it disapproving and she definitely will be disgusted.I would look like a sex-starved psycho.This crudeness that dwelled in me...No matter how much I disapproved of it, was still there, clinging to my senses like a tasty leach, sucking off all my other thoughts that included going back to my world and filling it with Rose.It's been painted on my senses. The name Rose, Rose, Rose.I've had my dick up in many holes and once I'm done with using them to fill my pleasure, I don't get this feeling; the way I felt right now.

“Cheesecake? What do those look like? I asked with so much curiosity. There's a lot of change in what humans consume between their time and mine, as when I was still human. I could go for months without eating. The foods aside from raw flesh are the human foods I'm talking about. I was on a strict diet. A diet of violence. I ate violence for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Up until now, I thought I would go on a lighter diet, which is Rose, and I'm saying that without being skeptical. “I'll show you how it's being made, and you'll know what it looks like when it's done.” She talks proudly like she could make that nice cake with her eyes closed. I don't care about the cheesecakes; I just like the brightness in her dark eyes; it sends warmth to a cold part of my being. “Would love that,” I said in return. “Take me over there.” She said she pointed to a tall box at the right end of the kitchen. “What's that thing?” It looks…strange, what could be inside of it? “It's called

It would have been a usual morning in Clifford's house, the quiet and almost peaceful one where I'd drag my dying self out of sleep and do a little banter with my sexy roommate, and then I'd go for my therapy and return to him.But no, today wasn't like other days. It was well…my presumed death day.I felt a strong force was shutting me off from reality, I heard the echoes of my alarm clock blaring. I tried to lift my arms to put it to stop, no way.My body went numb to the effects of this strong force; I was hanging on a slim thread; any little fuss would send me into the thickest darkness. I felt pain. An excruciating one. I felt wetness all over me like I was soaked in a pull of a thick liquid. My nose couldn't point out the exact scent.My eyes were shot, but I heard a few sounds, although my sense of hearing was closing up on me as well, I struggled to pick out the muffled voices I heard.The first was low and hoarse, that was Emmett. I couldn't quite get the words he said. I

I was covered in ash.On every inch of my skin, there was ash. I couldn't see it because of the obvious…but I did feel it move, these particles..they move at random like they had control of their own, which actually, they did. The feeling wasn't bad because I was familiar with the source of it this time; I knew who it belonged to, and I knew its purpose. It brought me reliefI was relieved that a stronger power could liberate me from this unknown force. But then again, I wasn't sure if actually, Emmett could pull me out of this stronghold.Not that I trusted in his might, I've seen him do the unimaginable, I knew what he was capable of. Is he a match for these strong forces? That was my question.Anyways, the first step is believing, isn't it?The moment I granted him access to my mind, I felt a mix of peace and chaos. It was like he owned my mind, leaving me to my body. I welcomed him like the desperate host that I was. Letting him fight me out.“Your mind is a small one, Rosey.” H

My life with my niece has been a total endless cycle of pain. It was like we, her family members, sat in a cinema to watch her through the projector screen and how she went through an endless, slow, burning pain, and all we could do was stare, taking in the way she fell to the earth and rose again. It felt like we'd subscribe to an endless view of her being a sad child. When I think the chapters of Rose's book are almost drawing to a finish and coming to an end, the archenemy to my happiness; pain, keeps writing a new one. She doesn't deserve this, this poor girl doesn't deserve this. I and Arthur do not deserve this, nor Morris; I knew deep down he wished for a stronger sister. A sister he could always meet for cuddles whenever he needed one because he knew he's gonna get it anytime he wanted. Yes, I saw it in his eyes each time he looked at Rose or tried to put her in a happy mood. I signed the documents for her blood transfusion with so much thought running through my muddled