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 voic
LauraIt's been three years since my last therapy session, because I find it wise-gibberish. Don’t misunderstand me, therapy is good, healthy, more so. But with the ink swirling in my subconscious combined with my defensive paranoia, I could walk into a therapy office, turning it into a corporate tomb. Dr. Meyers could attest to that after he had told me. ‘The ink is weighing on you, let it go. Forgive Aaron Kai and be free of these scars.’ I snickered lightly, remembering how the door slammed in my face after what I said to him.Since then, Kaida took up a psychology course, and now he is my therapist. Spoiler alert: It never ends well.Shame licked at my skin, seeing that I’ve made a fool of myself. How on earth did I think that was Seraphina? The idea was as stupid as it was unreal. Ugh!I tapped Kaida’s thigh, and he exhaled heavily. “If you can’t finish what you started at the office. Just leave me.”I remained silent, and he turned to me, frustrated. “What? You don’t ex
LauraDon’t insult the dead.Tell that to the douchebags who assaulted my dead, psychotic ex-husband, because as far as I was concerned, the Kai I knew would be busy plotting death prints in hell. This wasn't their regular ghost. This one was proud, unrelenting, and a mathematical reaper, and he’d haunt them for life. Unbridled rage and terror gripped me as the elevator’s door closed behind us with a loud ding. My sanity teeters on the edge, the words replaying in my head nonstop. ‘Burned. Squashed. With your fingerprints on it.” She wouldn't dare go this far, would she? I sucked in calming breaths, steepling my hands on my waist. No, she wouldn't. “So you’re saying that all the patients at the hospital could get burned, squashed, by a ghost, despite the round-the-clock security,” Kaida seethed, tapping away on his phone. “And the first victim’s my damn brother?”Kaida lifted his reddened face. “I’m firing all the security,” he shot me a pointed look. “It’d be best if you keep
LauraI let out a hysterical laugh because I was going to kill Leila for sure.Kaida’s blistering breath rained on my neck as he watched the videos from behind me. I scrolled through Lotustok, taking the allegations levelled against Kaida and me, the storm tightening in my chest like a knot. Kaida snatched the phone from my grip, his hand mid-hurl. “Goddammit, Kaida!” I jolted up from my seat. “You were going to smash my phone?”His hands dropped, the color draining from his face. “Violence is my muse. Thought you’re used to it by now?”“You’re from a bloodline of masochists, so you're doing well,” I drawled. “Wifey, you're not playing Sebastian stunt, are you?” he shook his head. “That means I’d be expecting more biting for my sorry kisses, because I’m treating their f**k ups, and you won't fuss about it this time.”I rubbed my temples, and Kaida huffed. “Did you see Proctor Jevon? Attesting to falsity, I thought the f**ker was a man of truth? Even that Silverpun of yesterday sp