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Twisted Love Nine.
Lara Our kiss was needy and rough, I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t want to hear it. a wave of anger washes over me, a storm cloud of regret hanging above me. I yank his hands off of me, putting more pressure on his shoulders as I move at my own pace. His expression changed as soon as he looked into my eyes. seeing what I was feeling, or at least knowing something had changed, his hand reached toward my neck wrapping his hand gently but firmly around the base of my jaw. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel the bubbling feeling of euphoria inside of me. One hand ran through his hair, the other wrapped securely around my neck. The veins in his hand were visible, sweat dripping down his forehead and his tattooless chest heaving heavily. “I’m-” I try as hard as I can to push the words out, as I leave nail marks across his tanned skin as my legs shake. “Let it go, I know you’re close. Let it go, baby.” Just his voice sent a chill over my body. “Look at me.” He moves his h
Twisted Love Ten.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Kol shakes his hand as he curses. He stared down at his hand, the skin split open and red liquid dripping down towards his arm. He stares at the broken mirror in front of him. Blood smeared across the shattered glass, and his dark eyes stared back at him—a shattered version of himself, how fitting. “Kol!” He heard his name being called from the other room, making him roll his eyes. “What the fuck do you need? Can’t I have just a fucking second to myself?” He spits the words out as he pushed through the bathroom door, holding his knuckles wrapped in a washcloth. “Why are you so fucking pissy— holy fuck! What did you do?” Elijah’s eyes widen as he sees the once white washcloth covered, in bright red blood. Kol's eyes snap from his hand to Elijah's face. “I’m in the mood to hit shit, keep asking dumb fucking questions and it’ll be you instead of the mirror.” He flashes him a fake smile—he could feel his rage and his wolf trying to force its way to the surface, to
Twisted Love Eleven.
Kol's eyes landed on the building he was headed towards, he hadn’t been out like this in a while and he was ready to enjoy the night. If there was any place he would never see Lara Jane, it would be here. He pulled to the front of the building, handing his keys to the valet driver. His boot clicks against the pavement as he walks towards the double doors of the club. Stepping inside felt like stepping into another world. The whole place was dimly lit, and the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume lingered in the air. Kol walked past a nicely dressed man holding a tray with drinks. He grabbed one and quickly threw his head back, finishing the fruity cocktail in mere seconds. He needed some real alcohol. He quickly found the bar and as soon as the woman working behind the bar sees him she smiles wide. “Kol.” She grins, already pouring tequila into a small clear glass. Kol nods, watching her bend over into the mini fridge behind the bar, grabbing a lime wedge and putting it between her l
Twisted Love Twelve.
Lara The soft rhythmic thudding against my ear makes my heavy feeling eyelids push upwards. I see the light through the gap of dark-colored curtains. I let my eyes shut again, relaxing into the feeling of a heavy arm wrapped around me and the warmth of his skin on mine. My eyes snap open. I hurriedly sat up and looked around the room as I kicked my feet out of the tangled sheets. I stare at the bed as I back away. The mop of wavy dark brown hair was tangled, frizzy, and looked very different from the usual clean and kept waves. I took a deep breath, relieved that it was Kol that I woke up next to instead of some rando from the bar. I furrow my eyebrows, trying to remember last night. The loads of alcohol I had consumed didn't help me with trying to remember anything. The wave of relief settles into my bones knowing him and I didn't do anything last night. If we had, I would've known; nothing was sore and the bed was too tidy for us to have done anything but sleep next to each othe
Twisted Love Thirteen.
Lara It's been silent for what felt like hours but in reality, it has probably only been just under an hour. I haven't heard Kol move or speak— it's been just totally silent. I slowly made my way to the light switch, turning it on all the while my eyes did not look anywhere but that dark corner on the far side of his bed. I gasped and I saw blood, lots and lots of blood —my body rushed over there before my brain could process what was happening. I saw Kol curled up in the fetal position on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. There were dark bruises up his whole spine, ribcage, torso…dark bruises everywhere. How? What is happening? What is going on? I know— I know for a fact no one broke into the house or was in the room with us. My eyes never left that dark corner where all the horrific sounds originated from. I didn't understand. Did he do this to himself? Did he do this because we fought? I didn't recall Kol being like that— He was still keeping something from me? "K-Ko
Twisted Love Fourteen.
Lara I moved away from the window and pulled the sheets upward on the messy bed. I rearranged the pillow and pulled up the comforter. I step back looking at the neatly made bed, taking one last look at his room before I open the door and step into the living room. The front door was open, the cold air hitting me as soon as I left Kol's room. Kol sat on the steps of his front porch, a blunt of some sort between his lips and the wind moving his hair. "I really need some fresh air…so I'm just going to walk." I stand behind him, he turns to look at me. The redness in his eyes gives away the tears he was trying to hide. "Are you sure?" His voice cracks as he speaks, his tongue running over his lips nervously. "Yeah, thank you for everything though. I appreciate you opening up to me. Plus you need to rest your thigh." I nod before giving him a small closed-mouth smile. I wasn't used to things being awkward or uncomfortable between the two of us. "Any time…" He nods back and re
Twisted Love Fifteen.
Lara I could feel the nervousness falling over me, a rush of adrenaline making my hands shake and my heart racing. I step into the hallway, looking down one way and then the other hoping to see a mop of wavy dark hair somewhere. I lean down and grab the small ring, and the paper. I stepped into the hallway a little further to see if I could catch a glimpse of Kol. Before I can stop myself, his name falls from my lips and drifts down the hallway. "Kol?" Instead of hearing or seeing anything to confirm that he was around, I hear my voice echo back. My stomach turns, an uneasy knot of guilt forming inside of me. I step inside and close the door, leaning against it my eyes meet Elijah's eyes. "What is that?" He reaches out for me to hand him what I had hidden inside my closed hand. I bite my lip and reach my hand out, opening my fingers. The ring and paper laying in my palm. "It's- Kol got me this ring at the beach fair and I never took it but- I'm- he I don't know he seemed so upse
Twisted Love Sixteen.
Lara I feel like my feet couldn't move fast enough for my body, I just wanted to get to his house. I just wanted to tell him I was sorry too, that we could try and work things out, that we could try anything because I didn't want to lose him. I couldn't lose him. As I rounded the corner, the sky was pitch black, the moon casting a bright light down on the ocean behind Kol's house. I pull the hood of my sweatshirt up as it starts to rain. The loud sound of my feet hitting the front porch would have woken him up if he was home. "Kol!" My voice cracks as I yell out his name. I knock on the door, and wait impatiently, hoping to hear the footsteps of someone coming. "Kol please-" The sound of the door handle moving, stops me in the middle of my sentence. My breath hitches in my throat and my eyes go upwards, the front door swings open, and my heart drops as my eyes meet a familiar face. "Elijah?" The confusion and hurt make me take a step back, shivering as the wind blows and the ra
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