Drlindamartin Stories

"'Lucifer Morningstar'... is that, uh, a stage name or something?" "God-given, I'm afraid." "Literally. Believe it or not, Detective, it's literally given by the Man above us..."

ɪ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴʏʜᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ❦ "You'll eventually end up leaving me like the rest. Not knowing that my body is made out of paper and you and your love the matchsticks that lit me up in flames. You'll find someone better, with softer arms and more feminine than I, a true woman. But you won't be able to forget the sapphire stones that you used to stare into lovingly each night. You wouldn't be able to find someone with the same affection for red wine and eyes that were drier than a desert that would sometimes welcome a thunderstorm full of rage and rain" ❦ The untold story of Larissa Weems and who she truly is