"You son of a fucking bitch." "The only fucking good thing about you is your face, Let's change that shall, we?" that's the only warning I get before the knife pierces the skin. "No." the feminine voice screamed, waking me from the nightmare. All these years later yet it didn't change anything her voice that holds so much pain burns me from inside, pain from which there is no escape, only regret.My face is covered with sweat as I pant, these memories creep at the back of my mind every night making me believe time doesn’t fade the hurt "I am sorry to disturb you but we are about to land." A knock at the door grabs my attention and my eyes gaze at the watch wrapped around my wrist.2 hours 30 minutes that's how much I slept every night. I can blame the work and responsibilities for the reason but somewhere deep within me, I know the reason is a girl with a innocent smile and eyes so bright making me rethink the fucking purpose of my life. If I was the old me, I would fall to my kne
The pitter-patter of the rain bounced off my windowsill with the sky dark and overcast filled with menacing clouds. My notebook is blank with the paper damp with my tears as I sit down near the window and scribble away my pain.There is something so beautiful about darkness, the distracting voices of other people diminish, it's when you see and feel what's deep within you where, you can be anything.It's when you look at yourself trying to have hundreds of conversations with yourself to figure things out, to somehow not drown in this sadness.My throat is sore from all the screaming I did once I reached home, thrashing my bed and breaking things, because that’s how I feel inside like every piece of me is breaking slowly.I let out all my frustration, I couldn't control myself with the adrenaline in my veins but now even moving a little hurts, I blame myself for trusting so easily.Seriously! Were you that desperate for someone's attention Lilyana?Disgust rolls over me remembering I c
ONE MONTH LATER.Amelia wears a shimmery silver dress that is close to scandalous with almost her boobs popping out and her jimmy choo she loves so much.Dim lights and music blasting, everything Is blurred with the lights changing colours and the beats of the music making me feel my heart race as I dance with her. My arms are around Amelia as we dance, today is her birthday and she gave me the ultimatum that if I stayed one more night wallowing alone in my bed, she would dye my hair like a rainbow.It's funny how I thought the first thing I would do once my exams will be completed is sleep. At least a week of hibernation after the endless sleepless night but instead we are at the club.The past month was tough, it was like learning how to walk again, and I didn't know how to fill the emptiness in me, I have gone crazy, all I did was study, eat and sleep. My dreams filled with him, his face making my nights filled with an itch to scrub every part of him from my life, but that’s the i
I am about to start taking what's mine then I'll think about losing my mind.- Sick thoughts. "Adrian Lowell." I type and instantly his face pops up, I scroll down to find so many articles written about his business success.Being the CEO of a tech company at 30, owning multiple hotels, investing in the stock market, buying real estate and of course charity, Adrian Lowell donated millions after the earthquake tragedy.Adrian Lowell funding schools for people with disabilities. Adrian Lowell has been seen treating his fans with chocolates and flowers. “He is an angel, he changed my life and has become a big inspiration for me.” I choked on the black coffee reading the comment of a fan girl on his post. “The fallen angel Satan himself." I scoff scrolling to find something, something that does not praise him as if he is a king, something about his roots.His dad was also a big personality and Adrian is the sole successor who inherited his wealth and doubled it, but the strange thing i
I feel warm, a moan slips past my lips as rough hands move everywhere on my body, on my breast, on my stomach even caressing my lips. My head turns side to side feeling something building inside me, an unshakeable urge to satiate this burning ache forms in me. My hands flew to my aching pussy, but they touch something soft instead, tugging it harshly, I hear a grunt. "Adrian." I gasp shocked trying to move away but instantly his hands secured around my waist in, a tight grip."Oh! God." I screamed as he bit my inner thigh, "Yes, scream little rabbit, they are like a sweet melody, I would never sleep without.” His fingers rubbed my clit, and I bite my lips to hold in the whimper “You are so wet, darling.” He looms over me, his grey orbs darkened as he took out handcuffs from the pocket "What part turns you on that I am eating you out like a dirty slut or being handcuffed baby?" My pussy clenched as I tried to close my thigh, He hovers over me taking my face in his hands leaning
It's late my muscles are aching sitting on this chair for hours, everyone has already left but I am working overtime cause apparently, he doesn't have enough fill of torturing me for today. I feel his intense gaze on me, I try not to pay attention to it but he just makes it so obvious."Sir is something wrong?" I ask looking at him. Dickhead why are you staring at me? I tried to make my voice neutral and not let the sarcasm drip in, "No, Miss Mavis." His voice is cold but those eyes give it away how much he is enjoying me making me uncomfortable. "I am just enjoying the perfect view," he says gesturing towards New York City, "What a sight, it will be to see your face smeared with coffee that you like to drink so much," I murmur. "What a sight it will be to see your face smeared with my cum." his voice was dark and rough around the edges just like him. My typing stopped midway, I looked at him wide-eyed. “Shameless bastard.” He smiles at me innocently as if he didn't just mak
The rain today was so unexpected my clothes are slightly damp, and my hair strands are sticking to my face like a nuisance annoying me. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the office door before entering, he stares at me as if he knew I was waiting outside. "You are fifty seconds late Ms. Mavis." His voice is gruff, he rakes his hands over his hair, and the buttons of his shirt are open. He looks frustrated his eyebrows are furrowed and the usual stoic expression on his face is gone, suddenly he stands up from his chair and walks towards me. My legs involuntarily took a step back and as if that triggered him, he launched towards me picking me up in his arms “What are you doing?" I shrieked my hands clutching his expensive suit. He settles me over his desk "Adrian you-" his lips sucked on the water droplets on my neck, the warmness of his mouth on my cold skin made me moan and before I intend to push him away, he groaned and moves away "You test my patience." As soon as he put som
And I was looking into his eyes, which I fall into,for they are my ruin and if only I knew, my salvation.I am drowning in water. The liquid is thick and cold, and I can feel it pressing against my skin, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I can feel it in my bloodstream, seeping through my veins like poison. My arms and legs are heavy, and I can’t seem to move them. I try to take a breath, but instead, I just swallow more water. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I know I am running out of time.My vision starts to blur, and I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me. I am losing consciousness, and I know it.The water is inky black, but I can still make out some shapes in the distance. I can see the moon, like a beacon in the sky, and the stars twinkling in the night. I can feel the pull of the tide, and I wonder if I will ever resurface.Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my arm. The next thing I know, I am being pulled out of the water. I am coughing and spluttering, trying t