Homestuck 413 Novels & Stories

I wanted to keep talking to him for some reason but since he had to go now, there was nothing I could do. Me: Bye. I sent the message and placed my phone faced down on the bed, lying down comfortably on the bed. I soon dozed off after thinking about Daniel for a long period of time than I should have. ★★★ I slowly opened my eyes, yawning a few times over and over again as I rubbed my eyes. I looked out the window, it was night time. Did I really sleep for that long? I recognised my phone beside me on the bed so I grabbed it, checking the screen from any messages from Adam. It was 10:25p.m, and Adam wasn't home yet. Why the heck was he not home yet?

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How much worse would it have been for her? “Still … he just wants a home, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to get it. I know he knows what happened to me and Kara, but that was his leverage. Although it seems this packs beta and gammas knew too,” I scratched my head as Sabastian pulled me close to him, his delicious scent of cardamon and tobacco filling my senses.

He went home. End of Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

He let out the first, and loneliest, howl of his life. When it was over, I was drenched in cold sweat, my energy completely drained. I stumbled to a mirror. A single streak of white hair now fell across my forehead, born from pure exhaustion and heartbreak. The clock read 4 a.m. I heard the front door open downstairs. Seth was home. I pushed myself off the wall, went to my study, and pulled a document from the drawer. Then I walked downstairs. The living room reeked of alcohol and Sarah's cold, woody scent.

I read them in the dark, fingers between my legs, chasing echoes of that night until I came with his voice in my head: Careful what you ask for. I wasn’t careful. I texted him at dawn on the seventh day. Level 4. Tonight. Make it break me. His reply: 22:00. Door 13. Wear red. Nothing underneath. I chose a crimson slip dress—silk, barely there, clinging to every curve like spilled blood. No lingerie. No boots. Just bare feet and the card in my pocket like a talisman. The warehouse air hit my skin like a promise when I arrived. The greeter didn’t speak this time—just nodded when I whispered “Level 4” and led me straight to Door 13.

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

Love lots! _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER FORTY-ONE ~

And for the first time in four days, I sleep without dreaming of running. End of Chapter 139

"Did you write my name in your mehendi?" "Yes um-" "Madiha warned me to find it and show it to her tomorrow. " He shrugged. "May I?" I nodded and stretched my arms palms up in front of him. He frantically started looking for it. His finger roamed over my arms but didn't touch my skin. But still I was somehow way too self-aware. "Its so difficult. The design is so - complicated" he murmured. Then after 5 mins he spotted it. "Got it" he smiled victoriously and moved his thumb over it. It made me shiver. 'Why?'