Roses From the Devil

He was upon me immediately. "Don't tell me you didn't miss me," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, his fingers caressing my neck. I gritted my teeth, trying to look for the previously disintegrated resolve that I knew was inside of me. "Get away from me," I said calmly, my eyes still closed but my tone har...

Splintered Illusion

BEWARE: the writing in this is from when I was younger, and is extremely cringey and cliche. I advise you not to read this because the writing in this is no longer a representation of my writing, and I think reflects very poorly on me. Instead, I'd love it if you tried out my newer book, which is in my opinion, much b...