Hi Everyone,
First, thank you so much to all of my readers. I love you all. There will be a SNEAK PEEK at the end <3Real quick, those of you who have been reading for a while and chat with me often, know that I am writing this story for a few different reasons. 1) Because I am obsessed with it lol 2) To improve my creativity, and writing abilities and 3) to give Sang a slightly different voice, that I personally feel is more realistic than her cannon self. That is my opinion, and if nothing else, I hope it interests you.
I have learned a few things over the past 30 chapters... one of the most important being, that sometimes the story gets away from you a little bit, and it is very easy to veer off from your original plan. For example, I had planned on being much further along with the plot by now, but alas... only 4 days have passed in the story. It seems crazy to me. Another, is that what I see as realistic, funnily enough is not everyone else's idea of realistic. Now I obviously knew that somewhere in my head, but reading everyone's comments and seeing how other's react, has really opened my eyes.
I love all the feedback, even if it doesn't agree with my direction for the characters or the story line, and I take all of into consideration, and truly think about how I feel about it. That being said, I will still remain true to my voice. There are some scenes I wish I hadn't written a certain way... in hindsight... but I think that is all part of my learning process. So again I thank you!
Now, I know most of us want a nice fluffy happy every after. Even me, I crave it. But, it is harder than it seems to come by, without sweeping all the issues under the rug. Plus... writing about NINE boys is hard work. lol it takes time. I am doing my best to try and keep it even. Certain ones always seem to try and drop to the background... but I am working on not letting that happen a lot.
I'm almost done...I promise. I am not trying to drag out the hard times... I just think the boys really got themselves into a hard spot, and the Sang I see in my head, wouldn't just roll over and accept it and she shouldn't. Some of you many not agree... but in my mind they boys really need their asses kicked. She loves them... and she will continue to. But she will not be controlled anymore. She may be overreacting at times, but she is reacting to YEARS of abuse. Its natural to be a loose cannon when you have never let yourself express how you feel before. Is it fair to everyone involved? No def not, but that's life. And the boys... well they don't really paly fair yet either. As I have said though.. the utterly devastating heartache is over. We are moving toward fixing things now. SO please, just stick with me a little longer. The love and laughter and fun is on it's way back.
It is going to be a while before I publish my next real update... I want to makes sure I wrap this hell up the write way so that the story can move on. But in the mean time... I will post sneak peaks and bonus scenes and stuff as I write.
And to ease some minds...Decan is not a bad guy. I wont say more because ya know spoilers... but he is not a wolf in sheep's clothing. He is her friend. Okay... I'm done :P
Here is a little sneak peek as a reward for reading my ranting above ;) This will show up somewhere in the next few chapters. Beware-mild-smut-ahead ;)
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North POV
...locking the door to my trailer, I took a deep breath trying to calm down. Turning, I saw her standing in front of the counter, chewing her bottom lip. She was looking down, wringing her hands, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She looked so small, so nervous, that the sexual tension I had been feeling started to faded away. Why did she always look so scared?
"Baby?" I asked. My voice was low, gritty with need. Need for her to look at me with her stunning eyes. Need for her to relax and feel safe with me. Need for her to let me love her, to let me worship her, however she wanted. Need for her.
"Yes, North Star?" She didn't lift her head, and I just couldn't take it. The tremor in her voice, the scrunching of her shoulders. I couldn't stand it for one more second. Closing the distance between us, I used my hand to lift her chin. She didn't resist, but she did wait till the very last second to left her eyes. When her eyes finally met mine, she swallowed and her lips parted.
"Baby, please tell me what's wrong? You look so fucking scared, and it's breaking my heart." I sounded like a girl, but I didn't care. She was breaking my heart.
She hesitated and tried to look away, but I kept a firm hold on her chin. "Please, just tell me." I pleaded. Why wouldn't she just tell me? Something in the tone of my voice must have convinced her, because she sucked in a deep breath, trying to find the courage to tell me.
"I don't know what to do," she whispered, and it was a broken sound. I searched her eyes, trying to see what she was feeling.
"About what Baby?"
Her pupils dilated as she searched my face, and her breathing picked up. "I want..", she stopped, and swallowed again. Her cheeks her burning, and she looked like she was starting to panic.
"What do you want?" I could hear the timber in my voice, and I could feel the growl building in my chest. I knew what she wanted, but I don't think she did. Her eyes kept dipping to my lips, and back up, swirling with sadness and guilt. I just didn't understand. "What do you want?" I repeated, a little louder, hoping to startle it out of her.
"You." She whispered, and it was all I could do to not attack her mouth with mine. When she didn't immediately keep talking, I had to push a little more. I had to move this along, because I needed to taste her. Closing more of the distance between us, I didn't stop until I was grazing my nose with hers. I could feel her panting breathes across my face.
"And that scares you?" I asked softly. I needed to understand. She nodded her head yes. "You don't ever need to be scared of me, Baby." I leaned in closer, about to close the distance, when she whispered back.
"But I want you all."
Before I could stop myself I was kissing her like I would die if I didn't. She wanted me. She wanted us. I threaded my hand through her hair and grabbed the nape of her neck, tilting her head so that I could deepen the kiss. I opened my mouth, ready to tease her lips with my tongue to get her to open for me, but she was already there. My tongue dove into her mouth, swirling with hers.
Her hands were grabbing me anywhere and everywhere they could reach, trying to bring us closer. Using my other hand, I scooped her up under her ass to carry her into my room. Her legs wrapped around my waist as soon as she felt me lift her, and as she settled her weight on to me, I couldn't stop my hips from grinding into her. She groaned into my mouth, and pressed herself harder onto my throbbing dick.
Losing all control I toppled onto the bed, barely catching myself before landing completely on top of her. Our bodies had completely taken over, as she spread her legs just enough for me to nestle down into her heat, rounding her hips to create more friction, causing us both to groan. God I fucking loved her. I needed to feel more of her under my hands. I needed to touch her silky skin, and perfect breasts. I needed to make her moan and whimper and scream for me.
Bringing my hand to the hem of her shirt, I slowly started moving it up, when a sharp zap on my ass stopped me in my tracks. What the? Deciding to ignore it, my hand was at the edge of her bra as she ground up into me, when I felt the zap again. And again.
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Vibrations from my pocket had me groaning as I woke up from yet another torturous dream. Huffing, I reached out with my arm, looking for her. When I realized she wasn't there I bolted up and opened my eyes.
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FanfictionSang Sorenson has been beaten down and controlled for 16 years. She has been caged with deceit and lies her entire life and as much as she tries to trust the 9 boys that have helped and protected her, how can she when they lie to her too? How can sh...