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She immediately kneeled down and tried to collect them hurriedly but a little piece of glass got pierced in her thumb, making her hiss. She looked at her thumb and saw that dark crimson liquid oozing out of her skin which turned her eyes more watery. She removed that glass from her skin, resulting in the small drops of her blood to fall on her white wedding gown, tainting its paleness. Tears started falling from her eyes. Her heart was shuddering inside her chest and it was swallowing her entire self more with each passing second.

I look down at the woman in my arms, wearing my t-shirt that reached her mid thighs. Her tousled hair, a cascade of honey blonde waves, spilled over the pillow in a wild disarray. Each strand carried the memory of our shared night, a tangible aftermath of passion. I marveled at the way it framed her face, softening the contours and adding an artful chaos to her peaceful slumber. As I traced the gentle curve of her shoulder, the fabric of my shirt revealed the aftermath of our intimate dance. The shirt, a canvas for our shared desires, clung to her form with a possessive tenderness.

His deep baritone voice makes my insides coil. " Alright." I mumble and rush upstairs,my heart hammering. I change into the sexy attire. I check myself in the mirror and I have to admit,I look hot. The panties hug my hips and ass,showing off my curves. The corset covers my nipples,leaving my breasts spilling over the laces. It is sexy,that's for sure. The fiery red colour gives my creamy skin a contrast look. I run a brush through my long hair and give it a little flick at the ends. I apply some lipstick and then I make my way downstairs.

Everything screamed wealth. And then I saw him. Scout, he was laying beside me. His dark hair was tousled against the white pillow, his face at ease in a way I had never seen before. Peaceful. Almost human. But I knew better. There was nothing soft about Scout Cromwell. A strangled gasp escaped my throat as flashes of last night came rushing in,disjointed, mess, wine, dancing. My pulse racing with anger. My breath hitched as I looked down at myself. The wedding dress was gone. In its place was a silk nightgown that clung to my skin. My stomach twisted. Had something happened? Had he…?

The night opened its velvet throat to the city, black and jeweled, as if every light on the streets had been sharpened to a blade. The gala pulsed in gold and champagne, chandeliers swinging above a sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits, But beneath the violins, beneath the laughter, beneath the diamonds, there was blood in the air, and Talana could feel it. Her hand was wound tight around Massimo’s arm, fingers pressed against the fine weave of his tuxedo sleeve, but it wasn’t just affection, it was grounding. A storm sat on her chest, hot and heavy, and only his presence steadied it.

Harder than necessary. “Break a leg,” she says sweetly. I hold her gaze. “Worry about yourself.” turn away. And I don’t notice the quick tug at the ribbon tied at my hips. The tulle dress is crafted in the shade of the Blue Moon itself, layered in a way that leaves the abdomen and shoulders bare, and hugs at the hips yet flows down to our feet in soft waves. When the moonlight catches it, the fabric shimmers like liquid silver, reflecting the rhythmic flare of torches around the square.

Still, he wouldn’t leave her alone because of his selfish reasons. Tanya shook her head at herself as she wondered why she still had his number saved anyway. She disconnected the call as it started ringing again and blocked it. Then she promptly opened an app on her phone. She smiled as she clicked on the book titled, Tangled Desires. “Now, where were we?” she said with a smile as she delved into the book she had been reading for a week now. “How can people write this well?” she thought over an hour later as she wiped the tears that had trailed down her face.

Then the hanging copper pans above the island trembled softly, reflecting warped fragments of us in their polished bellies. One Autumn. Two. Five. All slightly different. Jade whispered my name. My skin prickled. The Crown mark at my temple warmed, not painful, but insistent. The room stretched around me. Sound thinned. Tristan’s voice became distant. Jade’s fear brushed against my skin like static. Dom’s tension sharpened into something metallic. And beneath all of it— Chicago. Not streets and buildings. Not traffic and steel. A web. Glass towers. River water. Train windows. Bathroom mirrors. Phone screens. Thousands of bright surfaces catching pieces of human lives and throwing them back s

Archer tangled his hand with hers, rubbing the sharp edges of the engagement ring. “I’m glad you brought me here.” She rested her head on his shoulder while she spoke. “Me too.” Hello Autumn by Tawarriel

My fingers brush the sheets and a flash of me gripping them last night made my belly twist and my heart to race, I shook my head, trying to rid myself of these past thoughts. I continued my search, skimming under his pillows and when I disappointed by the lack of not finding anything I huffed. Frustrated I gripped the sheets and bit down on my tongue to suppress the scream that wanted to tear out of my throat. Where is that damn bracelet! I tugged at my hair, blinking as my eyes full with frustrated tears as the worse thought came to mind. He didn't find the bracelet before I did right?