Stella (Book One of Dark Souls Series)

Bomboloni

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avvacato- a person who studies and practices law.
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The sun.

The sun was an assurance that the world would be bright again.

The sun allowed people to enjoy being outside.

She woke us up in the morning when we did not have alarm clocks.

I thought it was the most beautiful thing on earth.

Sometimes, I wished I was the sun.

During the rough nights at the club or the emotionally painful nights, Gio worked "hard" to sleep with me, I wished I was beautiful and untouchable. I wanted to burn anyone and everyone who hurt me or tried to.

People have tried traveling to the sun and it never worked out well for them. It was so beautiful, yet untouchable.

Sometimes, I wished I was the sun.

Because of her, I woke up in a good mood. I realized that I'd kicked Adonis's black comforter set off of the bed.

I was a wild sleeper.

When I finally decided to get up, I made his bed up and went to take a shower.

I looked through his collection of soaps and chose the most feminine wash I could find. I forgot to get shampoo and soap yesterday when we went out. I chose his lemon and eucalyptus oil, shampoo, and soap.

I sighed in contentment when the hot water hit my back. I ran my hand across the fading bruises that stretched across my ribcage.

"Raccogli li tua merda e vattene!"

"I have nowhere else to go!"

"Disgusting slut!"

I clutched my middle as I felt the kick to my ribs all over again.

"It is over now," I whispered to myself.

"I am not going to leave you, Stella."

I saw his eyes. They were warm and welcoming.

When I got out of the shower, I wiped the steam from the huge mirror and looked at my back.

I sucked in a breath as I saw the healed burn scar on my back. I was always able to cover it with the leather costumes I put on every night, but I always put a layer of concealer over it too.

I ran my fingers across the ruined skin as I thought about the night this happened.

You're self-destructing.

I was self-destructing.

I ignored my inner thoughts and grabbed another towel to dry my hair.

When I finished my business in the bathroom, I got dressed.

Since I was unsure about my style, Adonis helped me pick out a few things.

I realized that I liked bright colors and concealed skin.

I decided to wear a lantern-sleeve dress. The dress was yellow with thin sleeves which were perfect because of the temperature.

I paired that with a pair of gold sandals and small hoop earrings.

After I blew my hair out, I ran my fingers through it. Since it was naturally curly, a blowout was all I needed to succeed in the wild, voluptuous look.

When I was pleased with my appearance, I went to find Adonis.

His office was empty, so I went downstairs.