What burns and yet stays cool What's a player and a tool What hides in plain sight, never to be found What power wants to be toned down ** The story is a sequel to A Game of Chess by irwinsobs, so I recommend you go read that first. Disclaimer: I do not own Jim Moriarty. Disclaimer: I'd like to thank irw...
just your average girl-finds-a-phone, boy-has-a-minor-kink story shoutout to Alice (aka ruggehemmo on Tumblr) and phansmovingcastle (also on Tumblr) for being my amazing beta readers :) © 2015 | irwinsobs
Roxalynn was a troubled girl in a toxic environment: Law school was too difficult, her sister was a bitch, not to mention her dad, and all her family seemed to care about was perfection. So in short, she felt incredibly trapped. The only moments when she could escape this suffocating life were at night, when she sneak...
so·li·tude [sol-i-tood] n. the state of being or living alone; a lonely, unfrequented place. © 2015 | irwinsobs ** DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLENN RHEE OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER FROM THE WALKING DEAD THAT ARE MENTIONED IN THIS STORY. THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF THE SHOW. I ONLY OWN CLARA.
Violet is bored. And so, she starts up a game with the deadliest and the most treacherous man on the planet. A game she plans on winning. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Jim Moriarty, all the credit for the character goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. © 2015 | irwinsobs