Arabella//H.S
  • Reads 180
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 8
  • Time 50m
  • Reads 180
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 8
  • Time 50m
Ongoing, First published Dec 21, 2014
Mature
Tessabelle Grace had been best friends with louis for over fifteen years. The two of them were indestructible. Tessabelle had a troubled past- one that she worked hard to put behind her. And Louis- he knew it to every last itty bitty detail. Louis being the only person- besides her mother- that knew of it, allowed Tessabelle and Louis' family to become closer than ever. They had a bond. A bond that was stronger than anyone could have ever dreamed of. Tessabelle spent years building the relationship up to a T. Something that was ideal, and comforted her to no end. The fact that one green eyed fool was enough to torch the bonding layers of faith and trust they'd all built upon another, was more than she could handle. People thought he was set out to destroy. To corrupt anything and everything, but Tessabelle, she could see it. She could see what he really was.
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My Moment / / H.S.✔

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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.