Bard Homestuck Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter 13 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖 🍖

Yet his wolf was rapidly healing his injuries. "Melody, I'm leaving," Bart declared in a low and resolute tone, casting a disdainful glance at my uncle, the Alpha, as he spoke. Suspicion etched itself onto my uncle's features. "Young man, are you a rogue?" Stomping through the leaves, I approached my uncle and pointed at him accusingly. "Don't you remember welcoming him into your pack? Bart was once a rogue, but you accepted him and his family as members of your pack!" I screamed, disbelief and anger evident in my voice.

"I got stabbed after I tried to save Stanny and I lost a lot of blood. So, for a few minutes, I lost consciousness and I think that's when you did the same too. When I woke up in the operating room later, you were holding my hand, you fought for us Barbara and I appreciate that. I'm so sorry I never told you that Zion had marked you when I was supposed to," He squeezed my hand again. "Don't apologize, Hunter. We are here, that's all that matters. We can make things get better now. We can go to college. We can leave Paradise Creek, we can do what regular couples do," I assured him. "What regular mates do," he corrected me and I giggled. "Okay, boss," "I love you, Barbara. Move to Havana with

By summer, we were engaged. We moved in with each other after I graduated. That was the beginning of our end. The shine quickly wore off the penny. I soon discovered a side of Bart that he’d kept hidden from me. He wasn’t as evil as his best buddy, Jack, but he could still be cruel. He justified his behavior by pointing out that his abusiveness was directed toward animals instead of people. When I told Bart that I couldn’t marry such a sadist, he fabricated a story about me preferring girls over men and he just wasn’t into such things. His family and friends -which was most of the town- believed him and cursed me for leading him on. It was a mess.

Henry and Karen went upstairs—no one spared me a second glance. My body ached as if it were falling apart. I clung to the wall and crawled back to my room. In the mirror, a twenty-year-old face was paired with a fifty-year-old body—absurd, terrifying. I stretched out my dried, brittle hand and, with yellowed nails, carved deep into my arm. The sharp sting came immediately, and red marks bloomed. I repeated it over and over until my arms were streaked in red and my strength was spent. Then I slept.

He said under his breath, he needed to take care of the Sammy whatever her name was business if not he'd go crazy it's gotten to the point where he peeps out of his car before going into his own home, he felt like a creep. "Who?" Kim asked with narrowed eyes. "A stalker" "You've got a stalker?" She said in disbelief. "The great and mighty Nick Stone was playing Tom and Jerry with a stalker? Wow you have a fun life" She finished, chuckling. He glared but couldn't help but admire her smile, sweet Jesus he was becoming a besotted fool. "It's complicated". "How complicated?". Hesitating a little he said. "She used to be my uhmm_".