The Baseball Card & Other Short Stories

The Baseball Card & Other Short Stories

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 139
  • WpVote
    Votos 4
  • WpPart
    Partes 5
WpMetadataReadContinúa15m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, dic 1, 2015
WpInfo
Ficción
Romance
One day, when I was in Algebra class, a baseball card was thrown past me. And it struck deep inside me how peculiar it was to have a baseball card thrown at you by an eighth grade boy. For a while I thought nothing of it, but later, I forgot to bring an SSR (sustained silent reading) book to class, so I thought I could get away with writing instead. I had no idea what to write about. But then that deep peculiarity struck again, and an idea of madness bloomed inside of me: Why not write about the baseball card? Since that day (I did get away with writing instead, by the way), I've been writing short stories and poems much better than I ever have. I hope to update this story once a week with one or two more stories, and I also hope that you, as the reader, will enjoy the stories. And I hope they strike a tone of peculiarity with you, too.
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Possessive Rich Bully
  • The Possessive Gang Leaders Princess
  • Never Ending Lies ✔️
  • "My Little Monster~"|| Selever X Reader [DISCONTINUED]
  • Moving In
  • Welcome to My Life
  • A CRYING GEM
  • Axel

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido