KaidaThe neon lights and night activities reflected through the windows as we zipped down the road. My chest is sore from Wifey’s words. I’m suppressing the urge to swerve back to the house, kiss her deeply, and release this f**king weight off my chest. But it’s too much of a risk; the chances of her leaving my life were high, so it’s better buried. My phone chimed with a message from Wifey, and I got hard immediately. I’m grinning, totally aware of the reason she’s texting me: I denied her permission to leave the house. If only she knew the level of danger looming around us. Wifey: “I’d stab you if you come close to me again.” Sucking my bottom lip, I replied. Me: “Yet you gladly choked on my cock. I can still feel your mouth inside me, taste you, which you’d give me more if I fortunately return. But in the meantime, you have to be safe, okay?” Wifey: “F**k you! Does human rights click with you?”Me: “1:When I return, Wifey. 2: I’ve never heard of it.” I meant every f**king
LauraI knew there was nothing hidden under the sun, but I vowed to take that sun to my grave if it meant protecting Kevin’s paternal secret.The secret that had become a heresy, and now my truthful lie: Kaida was Kevin’s father. Nobody told me the moon had eyes, and the stars in the sky represent the number of secrets, including mine. The moonlight stretched across the room, casting a kaleidoscope of a bluish hue onto Kevin’s face, making him eerily chilling. Time ceased to exist for me as I clutched the sheets, haunted by the memories of that night. It was just like this, I bled onto the floor, looking into the eyes of the man I once loved. His resentment was malevolent, every bit of my charming nerd-lover gone, and a demon of malice stood in his stead. The ink swirling in my chest represents the blood shed, the scar in my heart was a testament to signing my heart to grief and betrayal. They aren't just paranoia, they are memorials, souvenirs, and a reminder that love is death
LauraMy core’s dripping wet, my throat’s burning salty, and I could still feel Kaida’s touch inside-out my body. Shame and bliss brimmed inside me, and I’m clenching my thighs, fighting the urge to order the driver to swerve back to the hospital so I could f**k my husband. The car’s driving fast, the deja vu racing faster in my veins, and for the second time in my life, I felt like a prestigious whore. The buzzing of the phone snapped me out of my obscene thoughts, the anger clearing the fog of lust. Kai’s body is still missing, and Kaida clearly had an idea of the mishap, yet he doesn’t trust me enough to tell me as his wife. Choosing deceit over loyalty, all in the name of not dragging me into his mess. “Liar,” I huffed, clicking Benita’s number. Every second teased like a lifeline, as my fingers drummed in my lap. For Christ's sake, Benita, answer your damn phone. Ring, ring, ring, filled the car for the I don’t knowth time, and I’m deciding to bribe Sebastian to handle
LauraKaida wasn't joking when he named me his last supper. My husband was demon serious.I clenched my jaw, the scream knocking against my teeth, as Kaida devoured my p**sy like a wild beast. My knuckles whitened from how tightly I gripped the sink edges, my breath catching, and my knees buckling. Euphoria tangled in my veins, and I think I’d pass out with my husband’s tongue buried deep in my core. His tongue battered my clit, lapping my wet flesh, in an up-down rhythm. I reared my head back, the sultry wet sounds filling the room. Stars sparked behind my eyes, as he sucked on my clit, humming incoherent words. Oh, God! He pulled back, not letting me catch my breath, before biting down hard on my aching bud. Bliss tore through my throat in a loud, bitter cry. “K-Kaida…” His tongue swirled on my bud, and the saliva felt soothing, the sting in my bud. “How many tons of sugar do you consume a day?” His voice was breathy. His mouth met my thigh, slurping the juice running down
LauraThe tap whirred incessantly, the cold water splashing down my face, as I scrubbed hard, trying to soothe the itchy sensation in my skin. I locked the tap, my mascara pummeling down the drain, as I peered into the mirror. The disappointment popped firmer than my dimples, like a thorn glued to my skin. I brushed the strands, dampening my face, clutching the sink edges, and feeling the stored anger crawl out of me. I want to scream like a banshee, channel this rage into someone like a tigress, until my ex-husband's body is found. My expected victim would be my current husband: A charismatic manipulator, a kind-hearted liar, and a hypocrite. “I’d never lie to you, Wifey,” yet the storm raged in his eyes, as he kept mumbling ‘No and Black Day’ like a mantra after I confirmed the dead body found wasn't Kai’s. Still, a touch from Kaida did something wrong to me. Something I refused to accept. Something my ex-husband used to make me feel. Something dangerous. The police had swep
KaidaDeja Vu laps my tongue, the charred stench of cadaver smelling like vengeance, my nape prickles with the searing of maliceful eyes, my demons are whispering haunting secrets in my ears, and I could see the doom incoming like a merciless asteroid set to destroy me. Terror sank its claws into me, my knuckles whitened from how tightly I'm gripping Wifey’s bag.The police call it a working theory- stronger than a random guess, but weaker than a confirmed conclusion. To me? It’s trusting your gut, and for the umpteenth time in my life, Wifey’s right— someone was f**king with us. And that someone was Queen Bee. Could she be Ari?No! Black day sealed it all.The blood was sticky, gun powder choking the night air, as the heavens wept into the muddy soil, bearing witness with a lightning strike. Scrap that, Silver’s a f**ker shadowing as Queen Bee, and I think it’s high time we sealed old cracks, or let the wall kill us all. Either way, this has to end. “...ida… Kaida,” the voice