"He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fairytale."
THE BEAUTY:
Margaret Langley, otherwise known as Maggie to those close to her, didn't know what made her so special to him. She didn't like attention, the constant watching, but somethin...
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Her name repeated itself in Zade's mind like a mantra as he approached her house, a prayer to the highest power of them all. All it'd taken was one look, a single look at that soft honey blonde hair and ocean blue doll eyes, and he was fucking hooked. Every single thought he'd ever had vanished once he set eyes on her.
She'd looked so soft and pure in her black long sleeve knit-sweater and white prima skirt that flowed freely on her delicate white skin. A pearl necklace hanging on her neck and her hair was tied back with a black ribbon, showing off her beautiful features, and don't even get Zade started on her cute little black glossy heel ballet flats. The last thing that drew his attention was her face, her fucking angelic face with plump pink lips that stretched into a sweet smile showing off her perfect teeth and round cheeks flushed in a constant blush. Oh fuck, someone kill me. Everything about her screamed innocence and seductiveness at the same time, especially her voice. If she wasn't already perfect enough, the sound of her talking was fucking heavenly. It wasn't the kind of fake sweetness you heard in porn, it was genuine and made Zade's cock rock hard.
Zade had fucked a lot of women in his life, but there was something so incredibly captivating about Margaret Langley. Everything about her was real and authentic, none of that plastic beauty bullshit, and it was impossible not to stare at her. It was almost as if he couldn't look away, resulting in Zade staring her down the entire time she was there sitting at the counter. Watching her like a hawk, a predator hunting its prey.
After finding out her name, it'd hadn't been difficult to find out everything about Margaret Langley. Her full name, birthday, high school and college transcript, videos of her dancing, photos from all over, address, bank account, and don't get him started on the fucking news articles. Zade was going to kill every single one of those asshole who dared to talk shit about her.
Her house, or more like mansion, was a pretty nice place to live. It wasn't Zade's personal style, but he could put up with it if it meant having her to himself, in his arms, with no escape. Zade wasn't the usual type to become obsessed, but something about Margaret fucking enthralled him. An unfathomable dark feeling arised in his chest, it was evil and cruel and what nightmares are made of. Savage even.
At that moment, Margaret walked into her room and Zade had to lean against the tree next to him as he groaned at the sight of her. She wore a light pink lace trim tank top and matching shorts that had lace at the bottom, barely covering her ass but if she was to bend over he'd have a very nice view. Margaret walked towards her bed, not noticing Zade, as she continued to leave her curtains open, something he thanked her for. She crawled into bed, leaning back and stretching, arching her back as she did, before pulling the blankets closely around her body.
In that moment, Zade knew exactly what he wanted from her. He wanted to destroy her, shatter her into a million pieces before shoving them back together to where it doesn't matter if they don't fit because they have no other choice but to adjust. He wanted to touch her, feel her warm soft skin on his as he holds her and never lets her go. It doesn't matter if she screams or fights, but...shit, does he hope she does. He knows it's wrong, so fucking wrong, but not one part of him gives a fuck. He's fucking obsessed and addicted to her and would happily cross any line if it meant she'd be his forever.
Zade doesn't want to leave, he'd gladly stand here all night and watch her sleep, but he knows that if he doesn't go now he'll end up walking into her fucking house and doing something he shouldn't. That couldn't happen, not yet. For now, Zade could be patient and stay at a distance, but when the time came, there'd be no escaping him.
'The White Rabbit.' The thought suddenly hits Zade as he takes one last glance at her for the night, making his lips turn upwards into a smirk. She's like the White Rabbit from Alice In Wonderland, his White Rabbit, innocent, nervous, and utterly unique.
You better run and hide, White Rabbit, because soon enough you'll be mine.
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That's the end of this chapter! Was it good? Bad? Meh?
I know this is short but the other ones will be longer. I rewrote this chapter like five times, so hopefully y'all like this version!
