We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
The Tempted Touch

The Tempted Touch

  • WpView
    Reads 57
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Mar 17, 2015
WpInfo
Fiction
Fantasy
This couldn't be happening it was just too soon .I knew that this was not the way my mom grew me but emotion got a hold of me. I often times thought about being wrapped up in his arms and now here i was on Mickels Greyons motorcycle on my way to God knows where to do whatever. He pulled up to this old isolated house and told me to get off the bike i quickly popped up with my heart in my hand he held my left palm and lead me inside. Oh what disbelief with candles lit all around i was brought to this rather mysterious room with rose petals trailing to a bed full of feather(⊙o⊙)...'Cordia'he slow whispered. Its been 2 years six months and 18 hour since i have been with u and i would be a fool to let you go or lose you 'I love ou desperately,and i want to spend the best of my life wih you' I stared deeply into his eyes wondering if this was really and there it was a tear feel from his eye and down his left cheek and there i knew it i was going to give him my all. ♚♣♕☎>3<>3<
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • White Top Hats
  • Almos
  • Forever or Never
  • Just "Friends"
  • Ella's Story ( Devil's Angels MC #1 )
  • A New Ride Begins
  • Whispers of Survival (NOW ON AMAZON)
  • An Endless Day
  • Mayhem (Hades Gate MC #1)
  • 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞 || 𝟏𝟖+

It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines