…Mirabelle POV…
“Dear Damien,
Two feelings come to mind as I think of you and the great fact that I will one day find myself in Hell.
The place that is created for a great monster that can take hold of your heart and twist it in directions that the mind will be tormented at. This, my dear friend, is none other than fear.
A good man once said, expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, the fear shrinks, and vanishes and you are free.
There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create.
The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that p
One can imagine my surprise as I stepped into my room only to find the last person I would expect to see. Now I do believe that the shock on my face would have been classic, for he did have a slight grin on his face as he sat there on the chair in the corner, just going about tapping his feet.So, yes, I am rather shocked, “Father, what are you doing here?”“I got some word that you are doing everything apart from hunting my demon.”“Father, I…”“Save the excuses, Damien.” His voice raises but an inch louder but loud enough to echo over the buzzle down in the street. Then as he speaks again, “I am not even going to play the game with you; tell me where she is?”I only but shake my head in clear confusion; who would have told this man about Mirabelle, or perhaps he is not even referring to her. He must have seen me before I started to use the Black Magic that I was sharing my bed wit
…Mirabelle POV…I have never felt such extreme anger towards a single soul in my life before. To say that my heart is not raging with hatred would be a lie. All I feel towards Damien now is anger.Did I care about this man before?If you ask me now, then I would say no. I feel betrayed, and god knows I feel hurt. The pain that he has inflicted on me is one that you can never forgive. How can you walk into the home of a man with the intent of killing him? Can he even dare to say that he has done this all for us?”What us?There is no such thing.I hate the man.Yet this man thinks that he can underestimate me; “Do you know what, Damien?”“No, but please enlighten me since you have had a spark in that dense brain of yours.”“I feel pathetic because I let you break my heart; I hate that I ever gave it to you in the first place. I trusted you with it; I was only something tha
Watching Mirabelle as she stares into my eyes, there is a crippling fear that is settling over every bone in her body. Yes, she knew this would come, yet, perhaps not so soon.Though, I need to ask myself if I care.Well, my answer is no, yet there is still that part of me that has a heart.There is only one thing that is consuming me now…and that is…FEAR.Why? Why must such an emotion come to bring you down in moments when you should feel happy.Well, guess what?I have known fear fo a very long time. My whole life, to be precise. We've been together through everything, the good times and, yup, definitely the bad. Looking back, I wonder why it was there when I've been happy, why it questioned my happiness, but I guess it just didn't want to feel left out of the party. It just wanted to keep reminding me that it was there, like a security blanket, promising to never leave my side.So as I have to sit and endure t
…Mirabelle POV…It is early morning and the rays of the sun are lying hot on his skin.So as he starts to stir from his rest, I take his face between my hands, "Hey.""My beloved, have you been staring at me while I was resting my eyes?""Perhaps…"Taking Damien's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my shirt…He only but smiles, "Now this is a way that I wish to be disturbed."His hand grips tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my shirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legs.He spins me around and pushes my chest hard into the bed, pinning my hands firm above my head. He is grinding his aching groin deep into my ass. He scrunches up my shirt and shoves the material all the way up to my waist. When he catches a glimpse of
It pained my heart as I lead Mirabelle to what she shall no call her eternity. She shall, for the rest of her life, live in an endless loop of what she has sinned.Her sin?Thou shall not commit adultery.Her punishment?She shall have tormented passion for the rest of her life. It shall not stop; it shall find itself over and over again.And the tormented pain?She shall wake up, and I will not be there.She shall live her life wanting the thing that has brought her here…me.Yet, one needs to understand that I am not the one that has given her the eternity that she shall live.No.This has done by my father. He has trapped the very thing that the Angels are now furiously seeking for in Hell for an eternity.So not only have I become her keeper, but I am her torturer as well. And this is what breaks my heart even over. Yes, I did wish her all those things that I said in the heat of the moment, yet as
...Mirabelle POV...My dear Damien,For days I’ve been looking for the right words to express my feelings to you. To the man I love.And I hope I won’t disappoint you because there is so much I would like to say to you and there are not enough words to explain my deepest thoughts about you.Thank you for entering my life when I least expected it and when I most needed it.Thank you for regaining my hope when I’d almost given up on my dreams to find someone with whom I’d share my laughter and tears and with whom I won’t be afraid to be who I truly am.I know it wasn’t that easy when we first met. I admit that I was too stubborn.I guess I was too afraid of getting hurt, so my heart unwittingly fought my brain, keeping me alert all this time.But, somehow, you succeeded to destroy this barrier between my past and the present.No matter how hard I pushed you away, you fought harder to get
I need to stop for one moment and take a step back, for, beyond all the craziness that fills our lives, I need to allow myself to remember what drives me. What makes this all worthwhile is the beauty that lies in my arms.Yes, I should not have taken her, but I did again; I can simply not help myself.The fact is that I need Mirabelle...Yet she firmly hates me with every breath she takes.I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she completes my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing.I have never been more assured of anything in my life.Mirabelle is heaven-sent. She does not only live in her own body; she lives in mine too. We are part of each other; I can feel it now; we are one. I hear her footsteps in the passageways of my heart. Her voice echoes through my veins. I can see her face in the mirrors of my memories. She has engraved herself deep into my s
I am ripped away from my Mirabelle’s arms before I can confess what it is that my heart feels for her. My dear father is requesting my presence, and much to my annoyance, now I am the one that is to wait for him as he plays with his favorite pet.Well, not today.So with utmost determination and fully expecting the consequences for my actions, I fling the doors wide open, “Get out!”With that, the little pesky Angel finds her way down to where she came from. And as I foresaw, he only but raises his voice to me in a loud rumble of thunder that comes from deep in his chest, “What do you think you are doing?”“Father, frankly, you pulled me away from what…”He immediately interrupts me, “I want your fun with that bastard human to stop!”Well, that just causes my restraint to snap, “Her name is Mirabelle, and I shall do whatever it is that I please.”“Damien,&r