LOGINThe sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.
The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's safety He could feel his own soul all the more
Rainier“Dr. Carver, can I have a minute?” I try to catch up to Amelia as she walks down the corridor.She doesn’t stop for a second or even slow down.I stop, put my hands on my hips and speak louder. “Dr. Carver, don’t make me pull rank, because I will.”That makes her stop in her tracks.That’s right. Just because I wear a lab coat, people often think I’m just another doctor and forget that I also own the hospital. I don’t mind, but when I mean business, I will not be ignored.Amelia sighs and turns aroun
EllisWho does Rainier think he is?I ask myself the question as I tack a smiling reindeer to my bedroom door, replacing the sunflowers.I know he’s an esteemed neurosurgeon who’s been in practice for several years now. I know he’s my boss and the owner of the hospital I work in. I know I slept with him. That doesn’t mean he knows me, though, and that definitely doesn’t give him the right to say I don’t deserve to be a doctor.I let out a deep breath.Fine. Maybe I shouldn’t have said the same thing to him. I didn’t mean it anyway. I was just so upset that even though he’s so rich, he won’t do a pro bono surgery on one patient. He’s alr
Rainier“Tom.” I hold my friend’s gaze. “Everything’s fine. I was just trying to explain to Smithson here why I kicked her off my service today.”I glance at Ellis, who lets go of my arm and says nothing.“Is that so?” Tom crosses his arms over his chest. “Care to share that reason with me?”“Sure. Her mind just seems elsewhere today. That’s all.”Tom looks at Ellis. “Well, given the fact that you gave that poor man in the ER four stitches too many, I have to agree. Is something wrong, Smithson? You’ve been doing well until today.”“I’m fine, Chief,” Ellis answers, though without much confidence.Tom sighs. “Well, at any rate, you know attending physicians have the right to kick interns and even residents off their service. Although I do encourage them to provide their subordinates with plenty of chances for learning, even second chances, con
EllisRainier?I stare at him with eyebrows arched. My arms hang at my sides. I feel like all the blood has been drained from my face, from my limbs, from my whole body, all rushing to my heart, which feels like it’s about to explode from my chest at any second.It is Rainier. Those dark brown eyes are the same pools of melted chocolate I gazed into in between the most incredible kisses I’ve ever had. Those jet black curls are the same ones I tugged on while he… well, I don’t want to remember that right now.My point is, it’s Rainier, the same man I had Thanksgiving dinner and even more delicious sex with, except now he looks like a doctor, with the white coat and the black scrubs underneath. Does this mean…?“Smithson,” Dr. Carver’s voice jolts me out of my near panic attack. “Should I order a crash cart?”“N-no.”She sighs. “I know Dr. Knight is a gorgeous male
RainierAs soon as we step inside Ellis’s apartment, I place my hand on the back of her head and press my lips against hers. I’ve already taken off my coat in the elevator, so now I just let it fall to the floor.I pull her bonnet off. My fingers get lost in her hair and clutch a few tendrils as my lips crash down on hers over and over. Her hands grip my scarf and the frame of her glasses bumps against my nose as she kisses me back. The moan that escapes her throat echoes in my crotch.It’s not the best lip lock. It’s clumsy, like how she flirted with me. Messy. The edges of her teeth graze against my lower lip. Ellis clearly hasn’t had much practice. Either that or she’s lacking finesse because of that half glass of wine. Or maybe it’s just nerves. She certainly seemed to have them on the way here. At any rate, I
“I’ll do it,” I tell her. “I’ll sing for you.”Her eyes grow wide. “You can sing?”I nod. “What song is it?”“‘What Child Is This?'” she answers.“I know it.”I probably know every Christmas song by heart.“You’ll bring her to the hospital?” I ask Mr. Piercing Dark Eyes.“Sure,” he answers.I leave the caroler to him and make my way up the platform. The other carolers seem surprised to see me, but they turn their faces forward and continue singing. I sing along. When the opening notes of “What Child Is This?” start to play, I brace myself and start to sing as best as I can. I haven’t sung in public in a while, but thankfully, I still remember the lessons I learned when I was in the choir back in middle school. I just square my shoulders, tuck my stomach in, and open my mouth. My voice rings through the air, and after I hit the first few notes, the rest goes smoothly.When I’m done singing, I hear applause but I don’t have time to
Susanna was helping in the kitchen when an order was brought. She was given the food and also given the table number so she could know where it needed to be delivered.She walked out but was stopped by another fellow waiter by the counter who had told her about a particu
Mike sat on his verandah as he read the morning newspaper. Quite normal for him to read newspapers on Saturdays when he was outside Zades. It was his first time spending a full day in his new house since he had arrived than in his brother's house.Well his house was a sight to be
It is her tears that keep her soul alive in the furnace of this pain she bears knowingly. Nobody can extinguish what has been, yet only carry her forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from her brain.
Mike smiled as he took in on the appearance of his office yet again. The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight







