Mr Sykes
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Last published Sat, Oct 19, 2019
His face mottled crimson, his eyes popped, his tree trunk neck strained. His words were spat out with the ferocity and rapidity of machine gun fire towards Mr Sykes. Without wiping the spit from his ashen face he leant closer, perfectly composed and uttered just three words, "I don't care."
His fuse simmered and fizzed like a firework in a chill autumn breeze, then he exploded with unrestrained fury. He remained as still as a cadaver and just as pallid, unblinking against his onslaught. Then with a barely concealed smirk he turned on her heels and walked away as if strolling in the park on a fine day.
"Is he always like this?" I asked.
" He plunged out the knife they struck behind his back and pierced it deep into their hearts, ripping it out in the process. So yes, he's always like this. " Dwayne replied.
The guy was perfection in coffee hues; his hair were the colour of dark roasted beans,which was thick and lustrous.but his skin was all latte.His eyes were mesmerising deep black forest green, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout.
Beneath all that charm and personality, he holds affliction. An affliction couldn't help but imagine himself just like those clouds, his insides were in a chaos. A mess. Everything was bothering him. Everything was hurting him. Everything ached inside him. Everything felt so wrong, so invalid. He tried to pinpoint the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. He tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn't find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle.
A puzzle that was yet to be figured out.
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It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
TWINS
Kian exhaled sharply, the sound almost like a laugh. "You knew this was happening. You knew I wasn't get it, and you just sat there... let me get humiliated in front of everyone." Ezra's gaze was steady. "You're not being humiliated, Kian. You're being impatient." Kian turned, his voice rising. "What's wrong with wanting more? Huh? You've had everything growing up. A family. A name. A life. I had nothing. Nothing but a broken past and that bastard's surname." Ezra stood now, voice calm but clipped. "And you think storming into the boardroom demanding a crown is how you fix that?" Kian's eyes darkened. "Don't act like you understand. I didn't have the luxury of being groomed for leadership. I was surviving. And your mother..." he spat the word, "... she made damn sure I stayed dead." A flicker of emotion crossed Ezra's face. "Don't talk about her like that." Kian's voice was low but firm. "You don't move like that, Ezra... not toward your own twin." And with that, he turned and walked out, leaving Ezra in silence, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air.Complete
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The night was ruthless, the wind howling as if mourning her pain. She stood at the edge of the bridge, eyes closed, ready to let go. But before she could jump, a strong hands yanked her back with force. She gasped, colliding against a stranger's chest, his grip firm, almost desperate. "What the hell are you doing?" His voice was rough, laced with anger, fear, and something else-something she couldn't name. She looked up, meeting his eyes that burned with intensity. He had never seen her before, yet he was drowning in her ocean-blue gaze, reading every scar, every betrayal, every reason she had to jump. His jaw clenched. "I won't let you do this," he muttered, his breath unsteady. "Not when someone out there is meant to find you.....even if it's a stranger like me." His fingers trembled as they held onto her, unwilling to let go. She blinked, surprised. No one had ever held her like that-like she was something precious, something worth saving. Will she ever get the love, she's willing to get? Will he be able to make her his,gave her that love she crave? Will she ever let someone claim her the way she couldn't imagine? Will he able to break the wall she has made around her heart? So many questions,want answer? Then you have to dive in to the journey of Vedant and abhigya.
For My Eyes ONLY
"No," I whispered in pure disbelief, "You can't be Ashton, that can't be." My voice cracked making me feel weaker in his eyes. I stared at the man in front of me, waves of shock lighting through my body. This wasn't Ashton. I always knew there were two sides to him. Everyday I watched him desperately fight to keep this side of him from taking over. Scar. The name rung over and over and over again in my head, piercing my ears, making my insides scream out. "Say it!" he yelled slamming my body up against the wall behind me, my head hitting the wall more force then the rest my body, causing me to let out a pathetic cry. "Please Ashton, no you can't do this I have a family-" I yelled back, a tear sliding down my cheek. He cut me off with a dark laugh, his stone cold expression glued to my frightened one. "This is your family now, Moore Blood Mafia, welcome my sweet Amaretto."Complete
ALEX | a. hotchner (sequel to BLAKE)
He grabbed my arm at the last second and pulled me back, pressing my body tightly against his. "You like living on the edge, don't you?" He asked with a teasing smile, he was so close I could feel his breath on my mouth. "Only when I know you're there to catch me if I fall," I smiled back at him, biting my lip. His smile disappeared and a frown was put in its place, "we should talk." "About why you're being an ass to me?" I asked, feeling bold. I saw the shock register on his face before he could hide it. "I wasn't aware that I was," he said and cleared his throat. My heart was beating out of my chest and I could smell him so clearly, pine and a hint of lavender, mixed with the scotch from his breath. I knew he hadn't been drinking a lot, but I had, so I took my chance, the urge to kiss him taking over. Though his lips were pretty, it was the feel of them that sent my mind into a sensual state of intoxication. His lips gently pressed against mine made my legs shake. His hands held me tight by the waist and mine was lost in his hair. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into one moment. The hint of a promise. A promise of realness, a promise to love him forever. - This is the sequel to BLAKE. This is a Criminal Minds story. I do not own Criminal Minds. The time line in this story is not accurate, it's actually all over the place. Some scenes from CM are included. Please have in mind that English is not my first language so there might be some grammar errors. Warnings: Suicide Mental illness Abuse Curse words Completed: 2024-03-21Complete
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This is its own book! You can ready the Bambi series for a back story but this can be read alone! "Kyrie! I'm home baby I'm sorry for missing your play! I heard it was really good and I had Ms.Rain record for me" I laugh to myself and put the bags I got away. "Kyrie?!" I yell and he didn't answer. I got done with everything I was doing and went to our room seeing him sleep in our bed peacefully. There was a note beside him and I read it feeling my heart get torn reading how he waited for me to come home. "I'm sorry baby" I whispered and kissed his soft cheek. Something dropped in the kitchen and I jumped getting startled by the sound but also panic at the fact it's only Kyrie and I here. "What the fuck?" I mumbled under my breath and grabbed my pistol from my locked draw. I stepped out the room locking the door from the inside just in case and started walking down the hall with my gun up. My foot steps where light trying not to make any noises for whoever could be in here, I made it to the end of the hall and took a deep breath before popping out from my spot ready to shoot but nobody appeared, everything was normal causing my body and mind to instantly relax. "Oh thank god" I rub my head and laugh to myself. I shook my head feeling silly walking into the living room seeing the view of New York buildings and sky scrapers through the big window feeling content with everything. I let out a deep breath and once I relaxed getting enough of looking outside I turned around and jumped, frozen in my spot not moving a limb terrified seeing a figure standing in front of me with a strong scent of weed and cologne putting their hand to my jaw dragging their cold thick thumb across my bottom lip before smirking getting closer to my face feeling their breath in my face. "Daddy's home..."Complete
Phantom Bonds ~ Unfortunate addiction
𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐒 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆₊˚༺𖦹❖𖦹༻ ˚₊⋆ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. "प्रिया हृदयेश्वरी... वे आप हमारे साथ आएगी ना? विक्रमात्मिका, मेरा समिक्षा |" ("Beloved Praneshwari [Soul's Queen/ Soul's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikramātmikā [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same burning, intense, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 & his 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."
It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
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