The Boy Next Door
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Dernière publication mar., août 30, 2022
"Travis, leave me alone. You reek like alcohol."
Honestly Rinnifer, why are you doing this?
You know what he'll do.
You're dead already.
Officially dead.
Travis looked at me with a fire in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. I didn't dare break eye contact with him no matter how scared I was, which was a lot. He took a step closer to me as if we weren't close enough as it was, and pushed me back against the wall, leaving me with no way to escape him this time.
"Do not talk back to me, you disgrace." His voice was low and icy cold, sending chills up my spine. No matter how determined I was to not show him I was scared, I was shaking slightly. Travis grabs my chin roughly and forced me to look into his eyes. His cold green eyes turned shades darker and he sneered at me. I flinched back slightly in fear and tried to look away. His grip only tightened and he raised his hand as if he was going to hit me again.
"I am your father! How dare you disrespect me!" He yelled with pure hatred evident in his voice. Not shocking to me, but if it was to anyone else, they'd shake it off as him just being annoyed.
"You are not, and never will be, my father, you psychopath." And then it happened. I felt a searing pain in my cheek and my head snapped to the side. I raised my hand and placed it on my cheek, squeezing my eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling down my face. I didn't dare open my eyes and look back at him because I knew what was going to happen, I just didn't know when he'd make his next move. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours, but still nothing happened. Slowly, I opened one eye and then the other, and turned my head back to where he should be. What I saw didn't just shock me, but I silently thanked God for it. Travis' back was to me as he walked away from where I was, which never seemed to be a good sign before now.
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My Dad's Business Partner
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The Commission {Book 2}
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Finding Morgana (18+)
"What do you want me to do about this?" he asked, making me narrow my eyes at his question yet I willed myself to remain respectful. Pleasant. Docile. "Maybe you could tell them that I didn't kill him." That you did, was what I wanted to add but I refrained myself from doing so. No need to say it at this stage; we both knew what he did. Derek leaned in closer to me this time, both his elbows on the table with his arms still crossed in front of him and his eyes fixed intently on mine. If I wasn't currently running on about fifteen hours of sleep across the entire week, I would've been ready to swear that the slight quirk of his lips was an amused smirk but at this stage, I couldn't really tell my hallucinations from my reality. The only reason I still believed that I was actually being stalked and not just paranoid was because the letters were there to prove it. "And if that doesn't work, Morgana," he said, calling me that stupid name again yet I couldn't bring myself to correct him for it. Something about the way he held my gaze made me feel like I shouldn't look away; like I shouldn't interrupt. "What should I do then? What do you want me to do?" His game hadn't been obvious to me at first - I didn't know he was playing one - but now, it was as clear as day. The bastard wanted me to ask him to kill them. The one thing that made me wary of him; that made me dislike him. The one thing I was absolutely terrified of him for and here I was asking him to do it for me anyway. The hypocrisy. I held his gaze for as long as I could bring myself to, hoping he would back down but he was relentless. At my silence, the curve in his lips only deepened until his smirk was too obvious to deny. "Do whatever you need to do," I said with a deep sigh as I buried my head in my hands in defeat. "Just make them leave me alone. Please." *** Full synopsis inside.
Burning Out
18-year-old Farrah gets thrown into a whole new life with her best friend Olly. Moving half way across the world comes with complications and troubles, but undeniable joy and new experiences to thrive in. One of those experiences being meeting someone. He's arrogant and conceited, the complete opposite of Farrah. But like they say, opposites attract... right? She keeps unfolding new secrets within the professional environment where she newly works, finding out that not everyone is who they say they are. Trust is delicate, darling. -------- My thoughts are crumpled as I go flying to the floor behind me, hitting it harshly with impact. I land straight on my ass, my forearms flying to my sides to support me. The room spins slightly as I lift my gaze to try and see the cause that made me fall to the ground in front of so many people. Way to make a good first impression, now they all probably think you're a clumsy bitch who doesn't belong in this professional environment. I try to rid my fogged mind as I direct my gaze upwards, as soon as I do, I freeze. My mind doesn't take in any of my surroundings apart from the dark eyes locked with my own, sending daggers in my direction. They are a cruel grey, they look like shadows descending onto me. I never knew that the look in someone's eyes could make me so timid and afraid, I feel like prey and the predator is stood intimidatingly over me waiting for the right moment to attack again. "Watch where you're going next time, darling," the husky voice echoes off of the cold walls of the foyer, making his condescending tone rebound multiple times through my mind. I stay slouched on the floor, hands behind me as I stare up at him in shock, unable to form any words. His strident words still rebounding through me, words that were patronising and brutal. His eyes make me afraid, but his words make me infuriated.Terminé
My Obsession #2
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The Fire In Me (Ryder) (COMPLETED) 1 ✔️
BOOK #1 in The Fire series TRIGGER WARNING IN SOME CHAPTERS He leans closer, keeping me pinned against the wall with his hands on either side of my head. I glanced at both of them before holding his glare with my own. He was giving me a cold stare, caging me in like an animal. I bit my lip, trying to hold it back. I was never good in situations like these. He stopped leaning forward when his face was just inches from mine. He was trying to make me uncomfortable. Trying to scare me, but he didn't. I wasn't scared of him. I didn't hide my face or get nervous... I just bit my lip harder, trying to hold it in. It would just make things worse for me, I bet. He kept his eyes on mine as I glanced at his friend behind him with his arms crossed and a bored expression on his face. I looked back at the man in front of me. "You shouldn't act that way around me." He says coldly. "I can have you dead right-" I couldn't hold it in. I started laughing. He leans back, shocked, but his face goes into a glare as soon as his friend behind him perks up, watching, interested now. I calm down a little. "I'm sorry." I say, catching my breath. "Continue, Continue." He watched me closely before leaning closer to me again. "I can have you killed-" Suddenly, I lost it again, laughing harder, bending a little to hold my stomach. He punched the wall in an effort to scare me but instead made me laugh even harder, falling to the ground and rolling on my side. Soon I had his friend laughing with me as the man in front of me glared at both of us. "Don't give me that look. She's the one who started laughing." His friend said, wheezing a little bit and trying to stop laughing. I calmed down a bit, standing up to face them, a smile on my face. "Now, if you're done threatening me," I raise an eyebrow. "Or at least trying to. I'll be on my way." With that, I grabbed my backpack, turned my back to them, and walked away.Terminé
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