AVAILABLE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED 5th June 2024 One thing about tattoo artist, Hendrix Cross, is that he's lonely. He needs something or someone in his life to fill in that void. He needs a muse. Nothing in his life has ever been plain sailing. He grew up in care and has never been able to fit in anywhere. That is until...
--COMPLETE--- There are whispers of a monster in the woods. What happens when said monster saves your life? TRIGGER WARNING FOR R*PE/ABUSE PLEASE IF THESE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS FOR YOU READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in betwee...
"All my life...I've been waiting for your love. All those nights...I lusted for the drugs."
"baby i'm talking crazy i, need you right in my space." my works #3. #4 in urban story, 03/13/'20.
"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."