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Sick Confessions

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Calla's POV:

I shouldn’t have come here. But Isa acts thoughtlessly and recklessly and since I'm forever trapped in her damn body, I'll have to act like this bad bitch.

Against all reasonable judgement, I have to do this.

Everything in me screamed that this wasn’t just an apology, but still, I stood in the middle of the forest clearing, with the cold dampness soaking into my shoes, waiting. I need to understand what's really happening.

Finally, like a shadow peeled off the trees, Nyla emerged.

Her eyes shimmered like glass, and for once, she looked like someone unraveling. Disheveled and Hollow.

“I’m glad you came,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her fingers trembled. “I’ve been thinking… maybe if we just talked—really talked—I could make you understand.”

I stared at her, arms folded. “Talk, then.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips, and her eyes suddenly filled with something ancient. Hurt? Rage? I don't know, but it was something far too heavy for someone so
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  • BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE.    Sick Confessions

    Calla's POV:I shouldn’t have come here. But Isa acts thoughtlessly and recklessly and since I'm forever trapped in her damn body, I'll have to act like this bad bitch.Against all reasonable judgement, I have to do this.Everything in me screamed that this wasn’t just an apology, but still, I stood in the middle of the forest clearing, with the cold dampness soaking into my shoes, waiting. I need to understand what's really happening. Finally, like a shadow peeled off the trees, Nyla emerged.Her eyes shimmered like glass, and for once, she looked like someone unraveling. Disheveled and Hollow. “I’m glad you came,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her fingers trembled. “I’ve been thinking… maybe if we just talked—really talked—I could make you understand.”I stared at her, arms folded. “Talk, then.”A soft laugh escaped her lips, and her eyes suddenly filled with something ancient. Hurt? Rage? I don't know, but it was something far too heavy for someone so

  • BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE.    Nyla's Tactics.

    GENERAL POV:The entire place was destroyed.Lamps lay shattered across the floor. Pillows were gutted, their stuffing spilling like torn flesh. The mattress had been slashed straight down the middle, the foam curling out like wounds. Above the dresser, the mirror was smeared with something dark, and on the far wall, in jagged, trembling strokes, a name was carved deep into the paint.ISADORA.Calla froze at the threshold, her breath catching in her throat.Her name. Her damn name.The blood wasn’t just a smear, it was a message. A goddamn warning.Her knees buckled and she staggered back, grabbing the edge of a side table for balance. “What the hell—”Madden crashed in behind her seconds later, his shirt still half-buttoned, breath ragged. His eyes scanned the chaos too , his jaw tightening with every step.“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, stepping over a shattered lamp.Who on earth did this? Well, he got his answers as his eyes landed on a small silver object in the center o

  • BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE.    Hurt.

    Calla's POV;I didn’t know where I was going, only that my feet couldn’t move fast enough. The pain inside of me was swirling to explode, so I bit my lips barely containing it.The laughter and music from the bonfire faded behind me, replaced by the sound of my own pulse hammering in my ears. My skin prickled with heat and shame and something darker—something feral.How dare he?How dare I care?I'm so fucking stupid to let all this get to me. Their is marriage is built on a shaky ground. Why the fuck did I think I could fix it??I was halfway down the stone path toward the cabins when I heard the heavy thud of footsteps behind me. But I knew it was him.Madden’s voice slashed the quiet night. “Running off again? That’s your thing, right?”I stopped. My shoulders stiffened.“You don’t get to act like the wounded party here,” he said, bitterly. “You brought a date, remember? You paraded around with that pretty boy like I wasn’t even standing ten feet away.”I slowly turned, eyes wide

  • BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE.    Dangerous Games

    Madden’s POV:I splashed cold water over my face, gripping the edge of the marble sink like it might hold me together. My knuckles went white as my jaw clenched.I shouldn’t give a fuck.Right?She’s nothing. Just a name, just a body I signed on paper. I should be used to her little games by now. That look she gave him, smiling like she hadn’t been choking on my name just a week ago.She's laughing like I never existed. Like I hadn’t broken myself in ways I never admit just trying to keep her close.I looked up and the mirror in front of me showed a man barely containing the storm inside.Fuck.Why did it twist like this in my chest? Why did it always feel like she won?That guy—what’s his name? I don’t give a damn. She let him touch her arm, lean in like he had a chance in hell. And she just smiled like she wanted me to see.Damn cheap, I shouldn't have expected less.She’s always been that way, right? Always laughing too loud, smiling too wide for men who don’t deserve shit from her

  • BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE.    Dangerous Distractions.

    Calla's POV:The bonfire cast everything in amber glow. Faces were turned gold with shadows flickering across cheekbones and shoulders. All around us, couples were curled into each other on low lounge chairs, talking, drinking, and touching each other. A woman's breast was being sucked by her partner and she was moaning shamelessly.Noah– as he introduced himself – and I sat with a few other couples around a circle of low tables while the party’s host, the tall, loud guy with a mic, took a short break to refill his drink and flirt with the DJ.“So what’s your name again?” the girl across from me asked, tucking her short braids behind her ears. “You look kinda familiar.”I smiled. “Dora.”I'm not about to have everyone gape or judge me with their eyes. If they discovered I was isadora, all hell would break loose.The girl's brows lifted. “Do you model?”I laughed lightly. “No, but thank you. I work in… events, I guess.”Technically true. Events like surviving betrayal, identity theft,

  • BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE.    Watching.

    Calla’s POV:.THE NEXT DAY..I woke up to a pounding headache and the distinct scent of something warm, masculine, and annoyingly familiar. My lashes fluttered open, and for a moment, I didn’t register where I was. The room was dim, sunlight slipping through the blinds in tired stripes.Then I felt it a weight across my waist. My eyes darted down to see Madden’s strong, veined, toned arm draped over me like I belonged to him.What the fuck? We…slept close??? How is this possible?I nearly choked on my gasp, heart thudding like it was trying to hammer its way out of my ribs. His breath was steady behind me.I turned slightly, carefully and slowly, until I could see his face.God.He was beautiful when he wasn’t glaring at me like I stole his soul. His jaw was sharp, his lashes too long for a man so cruel, and his hair...I reached up, hesitating—then my fingers slid gently through his dark strands.Soft. Why the hell was it so soft?My chest ached in a way I didn’t expect.Because the

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