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Eleven.

Auteur: Aaliyah
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~Olivia~

It should either be a dream or the alcohol I had, I slapped myself countless times still on my knees fazed... I freaking sucked my daddy's dick.

The same dick I had always dreamt about.

I looked at the mirror, and the woman that stared back at me looked horrible hair tousled. With cum smeared on my cheek. And I looked pretty awful, the low hum of bass snap me back to reality.

Picking myself up, I adjusted my dress slightly the hand back up trying to look as composed as ever even if the frantic rise of my chest betrayed me. Barefooted after losing my shoes.

I was still slightly drunk but not drunk enough not to know where I was going to, I needed to find Diane and tell her I was leaving.. or better yet we were leaving, but no sight of her. I even tried asking some of the girls we had spoken with earlier but it was still negative.

Where had that bitch gone to now.

Each step I took were wobbled but still firm to keep me in place, clumsily pushing through the wild cr
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Hello, Lovies 💖, I want to apologize for the mistakes, I will try as much as possible to edit them and avoid a little mistakes for now. Also thank you for reading Olivia and Lucian's story to this point I love you all, please do well to tell me what you think.

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  • Sinfully yours   Twenty-three.

    ~Olivia~ Diane walked a little ahead of me, swinging her hair at her side, humming under her breath like nothing in the world could bother her. I envied that ease. That lightness. The way she seemed to exist without second-guessing every step. “You’re quiet,” she said suddenly, glancing back. “Like… suspiciously quiet.” “I’m fine,” I replied, reflexively. She stopped walking. I almost bumped into her. “That’s your third ‘I’m fine’ today,” Diane said, folding her arms. “And every time you say it, you look like you’re about to either cry or scream. So pick one.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Can we sit for a minute?” She studied my face, then nodded. “Yeah. My room. Now.” We got to her room, the silence was eerie, moonlight slipping through the windows, Diane plopped down dramatically, stretching her legs out. “Alright,” she said. “Talk.” I stared at my hands. They were twisting together in my lap like they didn’t know what to do either. “I feel weir

  • Sinfully yours   Twenty-Two.

    ~Lucian~The house tells on people.Most don’t realize it, but I’ve always listened.The hinge on the front door sighs differently when it’s opened carefully instead of casually. Footsteps linger longer on the first stair when someone is unsure whether they should be leaving. Silence itself shifts when a presence disappears.When I came home, the silence was wrong.Mirabel wasn’t back yet—her car missing from the drive, lights still off upstairs. That part was expected. What wasn’t was the absence of smaller sounds. No television murmur. No music leaking faintly through headphones. No movement where there should have been some.Olivia wasn’t home.I set my keys on the console table exactly where they always went and stood still, letting the house settle around me. Experience had taught me not to rush conclusions. Teenagers wandered. They forgot to announce things. Sometimes absence was nothing more than that.Still, I checked.Her shoes were gone.Not all of them—just the ones she wor

  • Sinfully yours   Twenty-one.

    ~Olivia~ His words hurt harder than they should have. I sat at the table sipping my juice, staring anywhere but at him. I’d expected something—anything. A glance. A comment. Even a sharp look to acknowledge what had happened last night. Or perhaps even kick my leg under the table. But Lucian didn’t look my way once. Every time I reached for my fork, it slipped from my fingers or scraped against the plate with a sound too loud for the quiet kitchen. Each shrill noise felt like it exposed me, like everyone could hear how unsteady I was inside. The letter mum had given me, was no where to be seen... like I'd list it yesterday, I checked where I'd kept it but it wasn't there like someone took it when I wasn't there.. “Hey,” Diane murmured softly beside me. “You good? You seem a little off.” Her eyes searched mine—not accusing, just curious. That somehow made it worse. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, nodding. Too quickly. “Just tired.” She didn’t look convinced, but she let it g

  • Sinfully yours   Twenty.

    ~Lucian~ I didn’t follow her. I didn't need to. That was the first rule I enforced on myself the moment the door closed behind Olivia. Distance preserves control. Proximity invites mistakes. The hallway swallowed her footsteps, soft and hesitant, like she already knew she’d crossed a boundary she couldn’t uncross. I waited until her presence faded completely before exhaling. Even then, I didn’t move. The room felt altered. Not ruined. Not violated. Disturbed. I walked to the window and adjusted the curtain, restoring it to its precise alignment. Order matters. Disorder leaves traces. People notice traces. I noticed everything. The nightgown lay folded over the chair, untouched since she had taken off her shoulders. I stared at it longer than necessary, cataloguing the mistake like a surgeon reviewing a failed incision. She hadn’t planned it. That much was clear. Which made her dangerous. People who plan can be predicted. People who wander into lines they don’

  • Sinfully yours   Nineteen.

    ~Olivia~ “Dad? Are you alright?” The question sliced through the room like a blade. Every nerve in my body locked. My breath caught halfway in my chest, shallow and sharp, like if I inhaled any deeper, I would shatter. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t dare blink.Panic. Fear and Shame stirred in me snapping me back to reality. Lucian, on the other hand, didn’t flinch. His calm was terrifying.He was quite the opposite of what I was feeling. He looked at me—not with desire now, not with hunger—but with something colder. Sharper. Calculating. One hand rested lightly against my waist, not holding, not touching… just there. A reminder. A warning. “Stay still,” he murmured, so softly it barely existed. Another knock. “Dad?” Diane tried again, louder this time sounding worried. “You didn’t answer.” My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it through the door. Every horrible thought rushed in at once—her opening it, the light spilling in, her eyes landing on us, the trut

  • Sinfully yours   Eighteen.

    ~Olivia~ It was 10pm, and the whole house was asleep... but I couldn't get a wink so I got out of bed to get myself a glass of water, or at least I did. Because after one cup and climbing up the stairs I turned to my mom's bedroom the one she shared with her 'husband'. But Mum wasn't around, says she was needed at the hospital or something. I wanted to see him again, so I stood expectantly at the door contemplating whether I should even be doing this. It's not bad wanting to see your stepdad again, my hands hovered on the door knobs before eventually I turned it stepping in. Everywhere was how I'd imagined it to be, dark but still able to see—Cold and quiet, very quiet like the walls were holding their breath. It was empty— no one inside. I should have left, but my fucking curiosity wouldn't left me... instead I walked in further fingers brushing over the shelves and clothes on the hanger until it landed on one, and without thinking I put it on, it was big, really big— baggy, p

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