“Dylan please wait, can you just try to love me?” Amelia asked, trying to hold the hem of Dylan's trouser. With a look of disdain, he kicked her hand away. Her last life string broke, the uncaring action from her best friend broke her that she lost all the will to live, blood dropped out of her mouth as her weak body slumped, lying lifeless on the ground. The only testament to the hard life she had was the lone tear that escaped her cold body … What other form of betrayal could Amelia experience than her best friend falling in love with her bully. Amelia was a plus sized girl who was despised by all including Valerie. The only person that constantly came to her rescue was Dylan and that made her secretly fall in love with him. Who wouldn't… Dylan is very intelligent and also a demigod. Amelia knew Dylan wanted a girl with hourglass shaped so she couldn't skip the enticement of Alura, the old witch who offered a perfect body in exchange for something secretive. Deal was done and the following session, Amelia resumed with a banging body that every man craved. But something was wrong, Dylan was not moved and in fact he actually liked her plus size… Amelia is now caught in between returning to her old self and choosing the new return student, Rowan.
View MoreAMELIA. His hands shifted down my neck, his thumbs at my chin to tip it up gently. “What the fuck happened there, babe? I’m getting’ the hottest damn blowjob I’ve ever got in my life and then my girl freaks. I need to know what I did so I don’t do it again, yeah?” “You didn’t do anything,” I murmured, because I couldn’t stand him thinking it was him who had done something wrong. I was the one who had turned to a class-A slut. “Amelia,” he growled. “You don’t answer me, you won’t like what you get.” My gaze snapped up to him, his threat sparking something inside me. “I didn’t want anything from you. You’re the one who made me do this so don’t be angry with me for acting like, like that.”“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Don’t blame me for acting like a whore!” His face solidified then collapsed as if I’d taken a hammer to it. Swiftly, before I could even squeak, he was lifting me off the floor and into his arms. Automatically, I wrapped my limbs around him to hold on as
AMELIA. It's been weeks that Dylan touched me and it has been driving me crazy. I wanted him to touch me the way he used to, but he made it clear that if I didn't recover, he wasn't going to. Right now we just finished having dinner, my mother was not around but she knew that Dylan was with me right now. We stood by the sink as we stared at each other. There was too much heat in our body that it felt like we were about to explode. I swallowed drily as he wrapped his fingers around the ridged length trapped against his thigh beneath the unforgiving denim.Slowly, deliberately, he tugged himself upwards so that the swollen purple tip of his cock appeared above the waistband, the head wet with precum that I wanted badly to paint across my panting mouth, lick off with my eager tongue. I licked my lips, lost to the fantasy. My gaze clung to his groin but I knew he watched me, knew his eyes would be bright with desires and longing. He played me perfectly, manipulating me with his beaut
DYLAN. The scariest part about love is not the vulnerability it demands–its the fact that you could lose them, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. I've never known fear until I almost lost her. Not like that. Not in a hospital bed, surrounded by the faint beeping of machines that sounded like death knocking than medicine healing. I could still hear the rhythm of it in my sleep– those irritating, godforsaken beeps, cold white lights overheard, the sterile smell of antiseptic that clung to my clothes after I left. I didn't leave much, though. Not really. I camped in that waiting room like my life depended on it. Because in a way, it did. Amelia wasn't just a girl I liked. She was the axis my whole damn universe rotated on. And when she was unconscious, pale barely breathing, my world tilted. Nothing made sense. The jokes weren't funny. Music didn't sound right. Food tastes like ash. The weight of not knowing if she'd wake up crushed me in a slow, unrelenting waves. I
VALERIE. I haven't been able to sleep properly since that night. Not because I'm afraid of what might happen to me, hell, I've been through worse. But because every time I close my eyes, I see her face. Amelia. Bleeding, broken, still. It didn't make sense. I mean yeah, I've hated her for a while. I'm not even going to pretend like I was one innocent bystander in all this, I said nasty things, spread rumours, in fact did nasty things. Laughed at her in front of people, hit her once or twice. But what happened that night? That wasn't me. That couldn't have been me. Because when I replay it in my head, her screams, the way my fists connected with her skin over and over again, I don't recognise the girl doing it. It wasn't even rage. It felt like….something else. Like I wasn't in my body. Like I was just watching it happen from somewhere far away and screaming at myself to stop, and no one was listening. Especially not me. But I can't tell anyone that. They'd laugh, or worse, the
AMELIA. The days passed by very fast. The past few days brought relief, finally I didn't have to carry the burden of the secret alone. I had Ava with me and I didn't regret telling her. If anything she was the only person I could trust with this information.I could also trust Dylan with it, but the problem was that I didn't know the way he would react to it. I didn't want to see the disappointment on his face when I told him. I wanted to enjoy the moment we had until it had to end. Which I hoped wouldn't happen anytime soon. But all good things came to an end. I dared to wish that Dylan wouldn't find out, because with Ava being on this with me, she told me that we would have to go on some very scary journey's and read a few ancient books. I really appreciated her because she didn't even know how she was going to tell her mother that we were doing this. She said her mother didn't like hearing witch business, apparently there was some scar that it left on her and Ava promised to t
AMELIA. “But then….she came back. She said I owed her. You remember when she said that there was one thing she would ask me for?” I asked Ava who paid extra attention to what I was saying. “Yes.”“It was Dylan.” I said. “What? What do you mean it was Dylan?” She asked me and I shrugged. “She wanted to use Dylan for a certain type of scarifice.” I explained to her and for some weird reasons, she looked like she understood what I was saying. “She said I had to give her Dylan or I'd die.” I let out a humourless laugh that ended in a sob. “I thought it was a joke. But then she started coming every night, scratching at my skin, whispering in my dreams. She chokes me when I sleep, Ava. I wake up gasping, I can't breathe.”I pressed my hands to my chest. “I tried to ignore her. To stay strong which I did, not even Dylan knows about the choking she does in the night. Anytime we sleep together though, she doesn't show up. I don't know why, then she possessed Valerie. It was like she wa
AMELIA. The hospital room was quiet–too quiet. The kind of silence that wrapped around your chest and make it hard to breathe. The air was cold and sterile, but I barely noticed. I lay still in the white bed, the soft hum of the IV drip the only sound in the room. My fingers trembled slightly as they curled around the edge of the blanket, my knuckles pale from the pressure. My heart thudded in my chest, not fast, not slow, but heavy, like it was dragging me down with every beat. Dylan had gone home. My mum had insisted. Something about needing to change clothes and get some rest, even though I knew that wasn't the real reason. My mother was trying to give me space–space that I hadn't asked for. Space I wasn't sure I wanted. I needed people around me, but no one could possibly understand what I was going through. Not even Dylan. Not anymore. I stared blankly at the ceiling, my mind replaying every horrible second of the past few days in a loop. Dylan blowing my mind with great sex
AMELIA. The door slammed open with such force that it rattled the walls. And in the blink of an eye, my mother was standing in the doorway, her face pale and panic-stricken, her eyes wild with worry. She looked like she hadn't slept in days-like the weight of the world had settled on her shoulders and she was on the verge of breaking under it. “Amelia!” Her voice cracked as she rushed to my side, almost tripping over her own feet in the frantic urgency to get to me. “Oh my God, what happened to you? Who did this to you, sweetheart?”She dropped to her knees beside the bed, her trembling hands reaching out to touch my face as if she were trying to reassure herself that I was real. That I was alive. Her touch was soft, but her fingers felt like ice against my skin. Her face was streaked with tests, her makeup smudged, and the raw emotion in her eyes made me feel like I was about to crumble. “I…I don't understand. Baby, you look ..you look like you've been through hell. What happened
AMELIA. The pain was unbearable, but it wasn't the physical kind that hurt the most. No, it was the silence that hung around me–thick, suffocating. I could feel the weight of it in my bones. My eyes were heavy, but I couldn't open them. I wanted to. I tried so hard to make my fingers move, my legs twitch, anything. But my body wouldn't cooperate. It was as if something was holding me in this endless limbo between sleep and waking. Then, through the haze of my mind, I heard his voice. Dylan. His voice broke through the fog, clear and full of emotion. I could tell it wasn't the same Dylan if seen before–this version was raw, vulnerable, and completely undone. He was….hurting. I felt it in the way he spoke, the desperation in his words. The way he confessed everything I'd been waiting to hear for so long. I didn't even know that I was waiting for him to say all these things to me. “I love you, I love you so fucking much that it hurts. And now I might never get the chance to say it
AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend Written ByOkwuma Esther (Esther~Writes) AMELIA The school Gym was packed with students; everyone seemed excited as they watched the cheer team practice their end-of-year parade. Loud pop music from one of Taylor Swift's popular jams played in the background as the girls danced. It has been one busy summer, and I couldn't believe I was finally done with the school year and by September, I would be in my finals. My eyes darted around the gym as I watched guys gush over how sexy the cheer team were. Not to lie, they were all hot, including the guys, with the hottest one being Valerie, the cheer captain and my nemesis. I could not help but glare at her with jealousy brimming in my heart; Valerie was the queen of Ravers High School. She was the typical blonde queen bee that was super rich. As much as I hate her at times I wished I had her perfect body so that I would be out there with them. I love cheerleading, but unfortunately, I wasn't bu...
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