روايات وقصص ضمن American Horror Story Jimmy Darling

I wanted him to rip my dress up and bury himself in me right there against the cold stone. He lifted his head, his blue eyes locking onto mine. There were small white traces of milk on his lips. Jimmy always gagged when I leaked, making me feel like a cow, but Sin was looking at me like I was a feast. He leaned back in and licked the moisture off my skin with a slow, broad stroke of his tongue.

As Harlee and I turned and looked at each other, Amar leaped from the bed, his body changing from a sleek and elegant weimaraner to a large, gray wolf as he took slow steps toward the bedroom door. As I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, Darlene Harris appeared on the other side of the opened bedroom doorway, pointing a handgun in our direction. I regretted the fact that Harlee and I decided not only to leave the bedroom door open to hear anyone who might be looking for us, but also to be dumb enough to put our own handguns on the nightstand. An emotionally evil grin formed on Darlene's slender face as she glared at Harlee and I. "I see that the old warlock was right. At least he was wor

I reach it cautiously, and my nose wrinkles at the foul odor emanating from the cloth. But it’s not stained with blood; it’s some kind of liquid with a putrid smell. I touch the stain, and my finger comes away wet. It's fresh. Fresh like it was left there a few— I immediately turn my head in Jimmy’s direction on the other side of the rubble. "Jimmy!" I shout, leaping towards him. It’s too late. My claws catch the collar of his shirt as he falls into the hidden pit he’s just stepped into. My grip doesn’t hold him for long because his shirt gets ripped out of my hands, leaving Jimmy plummeting below with a startled yell.

He gasped and scrambled to cover the blood gushing out. “You reap what you sow. Your stomach acid will kill you if the lack of blood in your veins doesn’t first.” “You’re fucked in the head.” Tears sprang to Jimmy’s eyes as they bulged at the amount of blood soaking through his shirt. “Sasha told me how you killed all those people, how you’re a monster. She was fucking happy that baby had a chance of not being yours, and I bet she was thankful I killed them both, because a baby by you—”

It looked like the steady spilling of blood, soaking into the ground and marking the earth with death. I took a long, uneasy breath in. A tug somewhere deep within my chest soothed the ache, and the next breath I drew came easier. A flash of cobalt smouldered alongside my pain, my fear, covering it and calming it until it no longer hurt; a bright black hole winking a blazing star out of existence. “Perhaps the other vamps cleared it up,” Paps said, leaning against the counter. “If they knew of Alice’s plans,” Dad hummed, taking a seat at the kitchen table. He turned to Harper, his dark eyes curious. “How, exactly, did you end up with her?”

“How are you here?” Jimmy let out a hoarse, ugly laugh. “Long story, Alpha.” Heather barked out a humorless snort. “We love those lately.” Jimmy’s mouth twitched. “We were taken,” he said, voice low. “Yanked. Night raid. Fire. Smoke. Wolves that didn’t smell like wolves. I told Baylee to run. I thought she did. I thought she—” his voice cracked like glass “—I thought she died.” Heather whispered, so, so soft, “She thought you did, too.”

Jimmy scratched his head, ruffling his hair and giving him a slightly boyish look. “I have gone over this, Rachel. You don’t believe me, nobody does, and now my parents have me in therapy, and the lady talks to me like I am seven. She actually accused me of trying to live in a Twilight novel!” I scrunched my nose up. “What’s that?” I had never been much of a reader. Jimmy blushed, “Nothing! It’s nothing, and I don’t believe it’s true no matter what she says.” “Are you still saying Anna is a Lycan, Jimmy?”

Her dreamy eyes were sparkling with the imagination of the upcoming intimate Ceremony, pivotal for the welfare and strength of the Silver Moon Pack. … In the afternoon, Roslie went to help in pack ground (the venue of Ceremony). Charlotte sent an omega girl to fetch some colorful wild flowers. In snacks break, she assembled another flower basket. Liam’s sympathetic gaze was fixed on her cold countenance. He wasn’t recognizing the same Charlotte, whom he met few days ago. There was a coffin faced Vampire in front of him whose aura was exuding icy frostiness, shuddering the ones around her. His stomach churned as the horror of his Master settled in his mind, the one he wasn’t expecting to catc

Then, Dante appeared as if in a smoke and threw something to the women that made them act like scavenger birds fighting for the morsels of food thrown at them. Jon placed a hand on his neck and tried to feel for wounds under his jaw. His felt no wounds, nor were there traces of blood on his hands. He recalled that the women took turns to suck his blood, like from some gothic novel or horror movie. Perhaps he dreamed that too? Everything seemed fantastical and he knew that he would be disbelieved, even laughed at, if he recounted what he thought he had just experienced.

Jimmy said, rubbing his temples. "How have I lost you?" Natalia turned from the counter where she was cutting vegetables. "Oshey, you said, she is a dream weaver and uses magic. So how in the hell did she age into the woman we met that night behind Turners?” Jimmy asked as he walked to the counter and popped a carrot in his mouth. Natalia swatted his hand. "I was getting to that part. You should shower while I cook.” "I need a cigarette first, and it is already past ten. Right now my head is pounding, and I am certain if you were to cut my head open the Marine Band would march free." Jimmy leaned his head on Natalia’s shoulder.