บททั้งหมดของ Twisted Love: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Kol What would distinguish a night from a dream? Within the former, there are fears, anxiety, and sadness...You are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. Your mind knows what lies in the darkest corner of your soul and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. My dream dangles a fantasy beneath my nose, giving me a teasing smell of what I want, but cannot have. A normal, happy life with Lara Daisy-Jane. A dream is what I wish it all could have been, because maybe then my nightmares could’ve been silenced and not have become a reality, but could’ve stayed a figment of my tired imagination. I thought I could trust Lara with my secrets regarding who I was and what I became uncontrollably… She wanted me to show her that I could just change and become what I told her just as if it was nothing like it would be so easy for me just to shift into what lingers inside me. She just assumed that I could control everything that I beco

It’s been three weeks since Lara had witnessed Kol's rage episode when he shifted and turned into a beast. Ever since they got back from the moon wolfbane harvest, she’s been texting him at all hours of the night with questions after question, articles after articles about werewolves, and ‘facts’ about them. Kol didn’t mind her researching about lycanthropy, he’s actually glad that she is because she wants to learn about who he was now, but it definitely has its cons...meaning mostly everything she’s been reading and taking notes about is ninety-seven percent false information. He’s just thankful she’s not been egging him on about shifting again, letting his rage take over. She sort of understands that he needs to take drugs to keep himself in check...but not fully. She really believes in him and that he could actually handle his rage to the point that he wouldn’t need the wolfbane. Kol tells her time after time she mentions that, that he doesn't have free will, that all the lycan bl

Lara When I dream, I can feel the moment...when I dream, I'm already there. And a long arm folds around me, encasing me in his warm embrace. I miss him “Come on, Mikaelson, we have a summer to get to.” He exhales, pushing the cigarette to the corner of his mouth as we make our way to the side of my house to fetch our bikes. I remember when the wind zoomed past me, a very subtle chill blowing around us as we rode to the beach. The bike groaned against the pavement as we made our trek. Small towns, you gotta love them. My knuckles tighten against the handlebars the closer I get to the beach. The only light that guided us was street lamps and the reflector taupe on Elijah's back wheel. I remove my hand and spread my arms open, feeling the wind blow through my open fingers, this is what freedom must feel like. I thought when my hair whips around my face. Turning a corner, small dots appeared and grew in size, turning into flashlights from the rest of the group. Tired voices and g

Lara “Lara?” My manager’s voice snapped me out of my daze. It had been like this since Kol left...again. I rarely get a good night’s sleep. Even when Kol was here, the last month I still didn’t get a full night’s sleep, and without adequate sleep, it can make getting through the days pretty difficult. “Yeah, sorry Dave.” I smile his way and he smiles back while walking toward me. “Listen, this vacation that you’re taking next week...you need to get some rest. We’re both worried about you.” he sighs as he looks over his shoulder at his wife. Dave and Hazel had been together for yours, moved here after they got married, and opened the small flower shop I had worked in since high school. then they chose to open a restaurant and bar, now I work here. The old couple was as sweet as could be, I yearned for a love like theirs. I guess I wasn’t good enough for Kol. The talk about a baby, even when it wasn’t from my mouth, scared him away. I really thought he was going to actually stic

Lara “Lara, please-” “W-what are you doing here?” I cut off Elijah, I could only manage a very raspy whisper. My eyes fluttered open ever so slightly, I scrunch up my face in response to the very blinding white light that was above me. Where? How? Wasn’t I just having dinner with Hunter? Then it dawned on me. That never happened. I never made it to the city to meet up with Hunter. I remember picking up the bin of dishes and the horrific pain. I brought my hand to my lower stomach and winced in pain, my hand and my arm felt so heavy. “W-what happened? How-” Elijah hushed me, I felt his fingers run through my hair, trying to ‘calm’ me.-or whatever he was trying to do. “First I'm sorry for scaring you and chasing you...and-and for saying that I was going to kill you...it was very wrong of me to have said that.” He runs his fingers through my hair again. He was petting my hair over and over again. “Did you know, Lara? Did he know?” Elijah said quickly in hushed tones as if he d