บททั้งหมดของ Once Upon a Tryst: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

[Arthur]Laying next to the woman of my dreams, I wake to her screaming beside me. No, she isn’t screaming, she’s screeching. The sound coming from her mouth reminds me of an injured animal, a frightened beast. And it breaks my heart.She is not the first I have ever cared for, but I have never cared for anyone as I care for her. Hearing her pain, my soul feels the pain along with her. She begins to whimper, and tears slowly trickle from her eyes. Shaking her, I call out to her. “Faye, wake up Faye!” but there is no response. She continues to cry, to scream out in pain, tearing at her pillow with her fingernails piercing the fabric. “What are you? Who are you?!” Faye continues to cry.Pulling her tight to my chest, I wrap my arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair. I begin to sing to her, a song my mother used to sing, and I feel her relax against me, her body melting into my own.“Fly me to the moon, and let me play beneath the stars…..”Faye lets out a deep sigh. I

[Arthur] I love watching Faye move. She is walking with a very tall girl wearing very bright clothing. Embyr maybe? Faye did mention her roommate has “very unique style” which seems a bit of an understatement if my guess is right. They seem to be in the middle of a very lively conversation. So instead of walking up to her, I check my phone to see if I have any messages. I cannot wait to take her down Highway 101 to my father’s beach house for the weekend. Now that Dad and I had our little ‘discussion,’ I was informed that the beach house would be free while they planned their small wedding on the Lake. Great. I shake the thought as I think of more pleasant things, like the sight of Faye on our private beach, wearing a small orange bikini and…How did I get so lucky to find a girl like her? Fate has a funny sense of humor. If it weren’t for my dad going away that weekend, ironically to marry Faye’s mother, I’d have never thrown the party and met Faye before we became step-siblings

[Queenie]Sitting in my car, I take a deep breath. I can’t believe I let that…girl…get under my skin. My goal was to find Archie, invite him to dinner, and restart the relationship we left off 4 years ago. I just got home last week, and when I heard that THE Gunner Drake wanted to host his “wedding” at our exclusive restaurant and lounge on Lake Merritt, I knew I needed to reach out. I broke things off with him because at the time he was just too young, too inexperienced. I was his first, the one who taught him everything he needed to know about pleasing me, making me feel worshiped. And then I met Lance. He was older than me, my music tutor, and we were able to convince my father to have me continue my music studies overseas, in Europe, where I could learn so much more about culture.Much of it was at the hands of my instructor himself. I have no regrets about seducing him. Either one of them actually. Archie was my sweet boy and Lance, well let’s just say he gave me a real educati

[Arthur] My head is pounding as I open my eyes. It's weird, I do not remember falling asleep, but here I am in bed. I feel around, my eyes still partly shut and feel a hard rail on my right side.  This is not my bed.            That’s when I notice the straps.            Why am I strapped to the bed? Where the hell am I? I slowly open my eyes and I know that my vision isn’t working prope

[Devona] “Faye..ah…” a second arrow pierces my neck, the golden tip gleaming, spraying Faye’s face with my blood. I fall to the ground before her, my own voice gone, silenced by the sharp, golden tip. Gurgling, I pull her down with me to the floor. Faye starts screaming. Raising a now bloody hand to her lips, I try to show her with my eyes that it is okay. I don’t know if I am successful, but as she looks at me helplessly, she also stops screaming and watches carefully as I remove the barbs sticking painfully out of my body. Starting with my neck, I break the arrow shaft in half, pulling the ends out carefully. As soon as the weapon is removed, my neck begins to seal itself, the blood slowly stopping. Placing a finger on my lips to signal the need for silence, I do the same for my leg, but then slowly move towards the window, open just enough for the arrow to find its way through the warding. I should have checked the windows. IF it is even open slightly, it is enough to break t