Pretty When She Cries (TeacherxStudent)

Synopsis & First Look

Hi everyone, this is a new idea for a story I had.  This book will be dealing with dark themes and will contain adult content, including violence and scenes of a sexual nature.  I would not, and do not recommend this book for young readers.  Please read with caution.

This is a project I have been thinking of writing for a while, so am happy to finally see it written down on the page.  And not to worry to all of those who are reading my other story, The Stepbrother, as I will continue to update that story as frequently as possible.

Thank you. : )

Pretty When She Cries (Teacher x Student)

Nathaniel Tames was a man drowning in his own loneliness and succumbing to the darkness inside of himself . . . until he met her.

She was beautiful, exquisite, and as close to perfect as any one woman could get. She was like an angel sent to save him from himself. Only Emelda Linette has demons of her own to fight and scars of past pains branded forever in her sad blue eyes.

When these two meet by chance, there's an instant attraction on Nathaniel's part, and he's not willing to let anything stand in the way of the future happiness he knows they could have: not the vast age difference, not the fact Emelda is more than reluctant to form any sort of relationship, and not even the newly discovered fact that he is her teacher. With each passing day, Nathaniel has become more eager to hold her in his arms, and will use any tactics necessary.

Can one girl battle the darkness inside a man who has long since lost sight of himself, or will the darkness and the sorrow swallow them both whole?

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This is a darker story with adult themes, so please read with caution. There will be some sexual content and allusions of violence and abuse; therefore, I do not recommend this story for younger readers. Rated PG-13, but may later be changed to R, depending on content.

First Look

Nate

She had the saddest eyes I had ever seen.  The shining blue orbs were filled with a world weariness that weighed down upon me with a crushing weight.  The thick black lashes that framed those magnificent pools of azure were damp with her unshed tears.  Her lips twitched upwards in a faint congratulatory smile that forced my heart to beat a harsh tattoo inside my chest.  She turned her face away, and I could finally breathe again.

Until this moment, I had never known sorrow could be so appealing.

I watched entranced as she clapped, bringing her dainty hands together in a forced motion of joy, that although authentic, could not have been further from her character.  The sad smile stretched further across her lovely face, the mask of false happiness she wore splitting even further.  I watched as she picked up the sweating glass from the bar counter and brought it to her lips.  The mask fell momentarily, and I watched as the tears in her eyes became more apparent, the sad smile slipping off her face altogether, as she glared forlornly into her glass of water.  She looked up, the mask slipping back into place, though tattered and much less convincing than it was before.  It physically pained me to look at her, but I knew I wouldn't be able to look away.

She was fascinating and alluring, but at the same time I forced myself to pull away.  I knew if I were to look into those exquisitely sad eyes again, I would find myself falling into depths of darkness I could never crawl out of.  There was just something about her, something so beautiful I found myself enthralled.  It wasn't just the way she looked, it was something more.  It was the way she held herself, the gentleness she used when talking to others, it was the struggle she underwent to appear happy to appease everyone around her.  I had no doubt she could lure a man to his death if the desire were to strike.

There was such a depth to her sadness, it defined her, it was in everything she did.  She was broken, but she was strong.  It was magnificent really, watching her sit there, a smile as her armor as she waged war against the cruel world.  I saw so much of myself in her, she was another solider battling the darkness inside, only she did it with a finesse and a carefulness I have always lacked.  I never cared if everyone saw my world implode, I had never cared if it affected those around me, I was selfish like that.

A/N

Well everyone, after reading the synopsis and the first look, tell me what you think about this idea.  At the moment I am busy toiling away on the first chapter, and would love to hear your thoughts on this story and whether or not you think I should go forward with it. : )

And for all of you who are reading my other story, "The Stepbrother", don't worry, it will still be my first priority. : )

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Thank you all so much!