'It started with a taste, now I can't get enough of him'
I wanted a taste. A taste of his kisses, a taste of his hugs, a taste of his love, a taste of anything and everything he had to offer. I got a taste, but I wanted more, yearned for more. He was addictive. Like alcohol to my soul or cigarette to my lungs. Yet he was never mine, and never would be.
Do you ever feel like what you want will always be out of reach?
Meline, a seventeen year old girl tries her luck in a gang of thieves who accept her into their crew. Life must seem so easy for her, but it's not. Everything goes on well till she meets billionare CEO Marcus Delaroy who was once a victim of her gang's target burglary. What happens when Meline and Marcus become more than friends? With their relationship at stake Meline tries to hold on to him with the thin string of truth she has left. Love, lies, betrayal, hurt and with her left to choose between the gang, and her lover. Lies thrown from every corner, hidden truths revealed, heated emotions, buried pasts, and uncertain futures are all in the mix. Join Meline on this heartfelt journey till the end. Will she soon realize that her decisions and mistakes come with a consequence?
Something about him intrigued me. Maybe it was his perfectly sculpted face, his soft silky obsidian black hair, deep, green electrifying eyes, or his perfect build body. Something about him lured me, like a mouse to a trap. Maybe it was his mysterious aura, or the darkness surrounding him. But so slowly, surely, I became trapped. And it had so perfectly become clear that my attraction towards him, had turned to obsession.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴇɴɢᴜʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.
They burnt my flowers down, imagine how mad they would go when they see they grew back as thorns. They should've made sure the heavens weren't on my side when they killed me. For I have returned in devils form to claim vengeance for the girl I used to be.
"Who are you?"
I have built up walls of concrete, I caged that strange organ in the centre of my chest because it stands as weakness. But it is melting melting melting, my defences are crumbling, my heart is beating. It's strange. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. No one has ever dealt with love without getting their hands burnt.
ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ˢʰⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵐᵉᵗ ʰⁱˢ.
"I cannot love you."
"So hate me."
"I tried that a long time ago."
"And what happened?"
"𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥."
They spent years torturing me, teaching me I was unlovable, a monster incapable of loving. So I believed love was much like sand, an unattainable something which would slip through my fingers the moment I tried to grasp it.
But now my battered heart gnaws its way out my body, pouncing into my stained hands, begging, pleading, falling on its goddamn knees as it tells me: '𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.'
TW.⚠️