Riding The Storm

Riding The Storm

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 10, 2024
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"Can you tell me your name, gorgeous?" Words get stuck in my throat, along with any obtainable oxygen and I shake my head, tears streaming off my chin to his hands. "Yes, you can. You're doing so well." He coaxed, encouraging me but every word is sounding more condescending by the second. "N-no. Please," I whimpered, the pressure in my head becoming more unbearable and the child in me just needs someone to take it away. To take the pain away. "P-please, make it s-stop." I wailed helplessly, fisting my jumper sleeves. As if my prayers had just been granted, my world stops spinning when a soft pair of lips crash into mine. ------------ 18 year old, Chloe Taylor has no plan for her future and has no desire to start. Her parents recent separation affected her greatly, but she chooses to believe her happiness deteriorating is caused by the nagging hole gaping in her heart from not only lost friends, but the lack of motivation she seeks aswell. Love is never an option, because hers is somehow always taken advantage of. However, when she decides to side with her mother and move out together, the reality of her responsibilities slowly begin to weigh on her shoulders. She must find a job to help support her now single mother or things will change for the worst. 21 year old, Bailey Thomas views the world as his oyster. He can only find the good in people and believes everyone should have a reason to smile. Working full-time at his local supermarket and photographing whenever he can, Bailey struggles to find time for his baby sister who is in dire need of attention. His parents disappearance from his eighteenth birthday has forced him into a fatherly role. She's his world, but his worry for her health grows stronger each day and he's desperate for help. What will happen when a little party brings the two together?
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In the aftermath of her twin sister's tragic death, Reagan Sinclair finds herself in a never-ending battle against paralyzing panic attacks and drowning in grief. Desperate to just survive each day, Reagan's world is turned upside down when Paris unexpectedly enters her life, offering her a chance to explore a world of dominance she never knew she needed. As Reagan delves into a journey of self-discovery and passion, she must confront her suppressed emotions surrounding her sister's passing and her growing dependence on Paris. Join Reagan on a gripping adventure of love, loss, and finding the strength to heal in the face of unimaginable pain. "Why not?" I whisper against his lips, I want him closer to my body, I want it so badly it's almost painful. The sensation spreads through me like a relentless throbbing, engulfing my entire body. Paris pulls away to look at me, and his eyes are darker, deeper. I swallow at the primal desire pouring from his stare, eyes widening when he wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb stroking as it bobs. Almost instinctively, I raise my hand and put it over his, making him squeeze tighter. Paris growls low in his throat, and I close my eyes, marveling at the way every single nerve ending lights up. "Why not?" I ask again, just wishing he'd close the space between us. Just wishing he'd touch me. "No. This is wrong and I'm sorry I let it get this far. I'm older than you, love. You're so fucking young. This is......no," "I'm twenty, not seventeen, and I don't care. It doesn't matter," it's the wrong thing to say because when I open my eyes, he's shaking his head, his eyes locked on the wall near my head with an unreadable expression on his face. He removes his hand from around my throat, and the other slides slowly up my side and grips my waist, putting me more firmly against the wall. "No, Reagan," he says through clenched teeth, turning around and going to his room. I flinch at the sound of his bedroom door closing.

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