(2022) HEMLOCK GROVE fan fiction.
"She wanted him to devour her soul. Like she was his favourite dessert. She wanted to be what he craved the most in life. Never growing tired of her taste. And always coming back for seconds."
📌 Started June 2022
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They were the first people in the private lounge of the White Tower. The furnitures were spotless white and the wallpapers looked like clouds. Susan's work. Her mother had been busy with this project for sometime and Chantel was impressed to see the end result with her own eyes. Susan Channing was really good at her work and a loving mother as well but her uptight personality really pisses Chantel off.
The long white sofas, could easily fit ten people. Roman and Peter sat together while Chantel sat on the opposite side. Roman pulled out a leather cigar pouch from his pocket and pressed it between his lips while he searched for the lighter.
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"You look like a dog with a bone," Chantel let out a soft chuckle as she quickly snapped a picture of him. A cute dog, though.
"Nice touch," Peter commented.
Roman pulled the two cigars out and handed one to Peter, "can we...can we smoke in here?" The gypsy asked hesitantly.
Roman responded easily. "I'm gonna own the place. Who's gonna stop us?" As he as began to light his cigar. Chantel had never seen a cigar being lighted before, and she was quite impressed by how Roman was lighting it. She shouldn't be impressed by such stupid shits but here she was.
Peter was sniffing the expensive cigar, like a kid in the candy store. Roman handed him the lighter, Peter lighted his, took a long relaxing puff and slowly leaned backwards, "yeah," he moaned.
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Chantel was just watching the boys, do their thing and totally mesmerised by Roman Godfrey all over again. She liked him she did...he had wild hair and an old soul like herself and somehow she'd fallen tragically in love with his sad beautiful eyes.
On the 23rd of December Chantel, Letha and Roman headed to NYC early morning for their last minute holiday shopping. It was a two hour long drive and for once Peter was behind the wheels, while Roman and Chantel sat on the back seat. Roman informed, he'd not slept the previous night so the whole journey he had made Chantel's lap his pillow and when they reached their destination, the girl couldn't feel her legs anymore.
But she was back on her feet in no time, they separated at the mall as Peter and Letha went to check out baby stuffs while Chantel and Roman searched for scented candles. A trench coat on a mannequin, caught her eyes so she dragged him into the store. He put it on just to please her but she was beaming, "this was made for you," she pulled out her card, "I'm buying it."
