LOGIN𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My eyes remained fixed on Chaney as he carefully tended to my wounded palm. The cut had started bleeding again, and he was gently wrapping a fresh bandage around it.I refused to look at the blood, for fear that I might have my trauma again.It bothered me why I didn't have my trauma when I saw Demon's blood. All I cared about was his life and not my trauma.But anyways... that was all in the past now. I'm staying with Chaney and I won't go back to Demon."All done," Chaney said softly, flashing me a smile that deepened the dimples in his cheeks.A small smile tugged at my lips. "Thank you… and thank you for letting me stay here.""It's nothing," he replied with another warm smile.“It’s not nothing, Chaney,” Pacard chimed in from the old couch in the corner, his voice edged with unease. “I think we’re inviting trouble for ourselves. What if Bloodbath comes here?”The fear in his eyes was unmistakable. Everyone in L'impasse des Ombres fears Demon a lot."Didn't you hear wh
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I sat on the cold black floor, my arms wrapped tightly around my thighs as if I could somehow hold myself together. My head rested between my knees, and the tears just wouldn’t stop. They kept falling hot and endless, soaking my skin.Demon slapped me.He actually raised his hand on me.This wasn't the first time I had been slapped. Mom had slapped me several times whenever she was disappointed in me.But the fact that this particular slap came from Demon hurts more than all the slaps I had received from Mom.I know he’s a monster... a heartless creature carved straight from the pits of hell. I know ruthlessness runs through his veins, and violence comes to him as easily as breathing, but still... not in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine he would hurt me this way.I thought we were getting along.I thought we had finally reached a place where I didn’t have to fear him every second.I was wrong.So horribly wrong.My cheek still burned from the force of his hand. And when
𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉Manon and Zenia were sitting outside their dorm with Amber when I arrived.The moment the other girls saw me, they scattered like frightened birds.Manon and Zenia jerked to their feet too, ready to run, but my voice sliced through the air like a blade."Don’t even think about it," I growled, my tone dripping with menace. "Or it’s going to be a million times worse when I catch you."Manon, Zenia, and Amber slowly turned toward me, their legs trembling so badly it looked like they could collapse any second.I didn't give a single fuck about their fears. The only one who mattered to me was Papillon and she's angry with me all thanks to them for taking her to The Velvet Massacre."Why did you take her to The Velvet Massacre?" I asked, my eyes blazing with rage.Amber stepped forward immediately, her face pale, her lips trembling. "I... I wasn't a part of it. I didn't go to The Velvet Massacre with them. I was home all day," she said, rushing her words.I didn't see Amber with
𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉I told myself I wouldn’t hurt her.I made myself a promise, a vow carved into the darkest part of my soul, that I would never be the reason tears touched her eyes. I wanted her to feel safe around me, to stop looking at me like I was something to fear. I told myself that even if I was heartless to the rest of the world, I would never be heartless to her.But what did I do?I hurt her.I fucking hurt Papillon again.This time, it was worse than whatever I had done to her before. The highest I’d done before was grab her arm or neck, but not to the extent of strangling her.This time, I slapped her.I raised my hand on Papillon.What was I thinking doing that to her? What got into me to have raised my hand on her?When I saw her with that man, something dark and ugly erupted inside me. It wasn’t anger alone... it was something far more poisonous. A fire I couldn’t name burned through my veins, scorching every rational thought.I hated the way she was smiling with him. That smi
𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀Manon and Zenia didn't believe me when I told them Demon brought a studio for me. They doubted me like I said I was the one who gave birth to Jesus.To prove to them I wasn't lying, I told them we should go to the studio. Zenia was the one who took us out of L'impasse des Ombres, since she could ride a motorbike.When we arrived at the studio, they couldn't believe their eyes. They wandered around like lost children in paradise, gasping each time their fingers brushed over an instrument."Bloodbath really got you a studio?" Zenia's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.I nodded, feeling proud."So that means... the girl the whole of L'impasse des Ombres were talking about was you? You ride on Bloodbath's bike?" Manon asked, her eyes widening just like Zenia's."Yes I was." I couldn't stop the grin spreading on my face.My cheeks were burning. God, I was actually blushing."Are you into black magic?" Manon asked."Black magic?" I blinked."Yes... black magic. I see no reaso
𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉Papillon giggled, tightening the way her thighs were wrapped around my waist."Thank you. Thank you." Papillon giggled, kissing me again, again, and again... each one sweeter than the last.Nothing felt sweeter than her acting this way toward me."Logan got me a studio! Yay!!!" she laughed, bouncing in my arms.She must really have confidence in me that I won't let her fall from the way she kept jumping in my arms."Put me down," she suddenly said."Why?" I asked, not ready to let her go. I didn't mind if she stayed in my arms like this for hours."I want to do something," she said, that perfect smile not leaving her face."What do you want to do?" I murmured, pressing my hands on her ass.Damn... it's so fucking soft."I wanna rap a song for you," she beamed."You wrote a song for me?" I asked, feeling impressed."Not really… it just popped into my head. Just now," she replied.I reluctantly set her down on the ground, my hands lingering on her waist longer than necessary.







