LA Devotee
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"You got two black eyes from loving too hard
And a black car that matches your blackest soul
I wouldn't change ya, oh oh
Wouldn't ever try to make you leave, no
The neon coast was your sign
And the Midwest wind with Pisces rising
Wouldn't change ya, oh oh
Wouldn't ever try to make you leave, no
Static palms melt your vibe
Midnight whisperings
The black magic of Mulholland Drive
Swimming pools under desert skies
Drinking white wine in the blushing light
Just another LA Devotee
Sunsets on the evil eye
Invisible to the Hollywood shrine
Always on the hunt for a little more time
Just another LA Devotee
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another LA Devotee
You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand
And the black tar palms keep weeping your name
I couldn't change ya, oh oh
Couldn't ever try to make you see, no
The high rise lights read your rights
And a downtown storm with Aries rising
Couldn't change ya, oh oh
Couldn't ever try to make you see, no
Static palms melt your vibe
Midnight whisperings
The black magic of Mulholland Drive
Swimming pools under desert skies
Drinking white wine in the blushing light
Just another LA Devotee
Sunsets on the evil eye
Invisible to the Hollywood shrine
Always on the hunt for a little more time
Just another LA Devotee
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another LA Devotee
LA Devotee
LA Devotee
LA Devotee
LA Devotee
The black magic of Mulholland Drive
Swimming pools under desert skies
Drinking white wine in the blushing light
Just another LA Devotee
Sunsets on the evil eye
Invisible to the Hollywood shrine
Always on the hunt for a little more time
Just another LA Devotee
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another, just another, uh oh
Just another LA Devotee"
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βMay I have this dance, darling?β A soft chuckle escaped from his lips as he asked for my hand. He was close, way too close. I scoffed as his intense gaze carefully studied the frustration and disbelief that fell on my face. βWe're really going to do this? Pretend we are that perfect happy couple who have jumped out of a fairy tale to attend this gala? Are you really that delusional Verratti?β I asked, my eyes twinkling in amusement, yet fully aware my words were as sharp as a knife. He deserved this and more, for all the shit he is putting me through. His smirk dropped as he stared down at me for one full minute, his gaze intense, like he was holding himself back from saying something. He then took a step forward, like he was trying to figure something out. I was almost convinced my words finally started to have an impact on him, until his face relaxed into a lazy grin as he proceeded to lick his bottom lip. βBut darling, you seem to have quite the reputation for being the perfect doll in everyone's eyes. It shouldn't be that hard for an elite, versatile actress such as yourself to play the role as that one special gift sent from your family, just for me.β His green eyes were dark with amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe. I tensed; he took it far. Too fucking far. βFuck you Nikolai.β I seethed; my tone laced with venom meant just for him. His grin slowly turned into a sinister smirk, relentlessly taunting me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer towards him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other entwined itself with my remaining hand. He slowly regained his posture and composure, and whispered softly into my ear, βFuck you too Carla.β
LATE NIGHTS IN TOKYO (UNPOLISHED VERSION)
***UNPOLISHED*** ***PLEASE READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS*** EVERYTHING WORD IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT FROM MY ICLOUD NOTES ππ IT IS NOT EDITED "Late nights in Tokyo is cluster of information from me myself" "Describing my ways" "My emotions" "My thoughts" "In my own personal way..." "ON god i cant stand me dealing with these thoughts because sometimes it gets to me other times i successfully get them outta my head... i dont need to be thinking anythng like this for real...i need someone to save me you feel me...because like i said it isnt healthly to just sit here and feel like this...i gotta find good in the bad and most of the time it is...I wanna help so many people as i can and tell them this is the way...i wanna be peoples light..its sounds dumb but i know how to feel and i gotta get all this hate and dark feelings out" "I made this because I always wanted to keep track of my thoughts and feelings and maybe this will passed on to someone who wants to understand me..." "In a beautiful different city like Tokyo" 1/30/19 "The only person that can save me is myself. I shouldn't depend on nobody else on such deep personal feelings" "Late Nights In Tokyo, The "Late Nights" could mean myself or my feelings, thoughts, mindset, and all in general how I perceive things. Same thing with "Tokyo" I could be in my head overthinking or expressing my emotions flexing my own beauty. Hence why calling Tokyo a beautiful city. My thoughts and etc (Late Nights) are within myself (Tokyo) "Late Nights in Tokyo". Goes without saying, everyone's own way of thinking it's unique and different...everyone has their own beauty". "Scattered thoughts and emotions just written down from an emotional teenage boy, trying to figure himself out". Enjoy 3/29/20 December 20, 2016 (first created) October 11, 2019 (finished)Complete
Boundaries of Obsession
His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile
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Release Me
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.Complete
CRIMINAL
COMPLETE "I don't love you anymore, Kane." I lie as I try to look him in the eyes. This however makes Nekane grin as he looks at me with amusement. "If you didn't love me anymore, you would've fucked different men in the past year," He says, taking a few steps closer. "If you didn't love me," He's now standing in front of me, his face close to mine. "You wouldn't have let me fuck you raw last night and you certainly wouldn't have let me cum inside of you," He says, his gaze falling to my lips. My breath hitches and I can feel my heartbeat speed up. "if you didn't still love me, you would've never let me get this close," He smirks as he blows a little air in my face. Juliane Davis-Harris met the love of her life at a young age during college. Nekane Harris. She loved him more than life itself and when he proposed to her on their graduation she couldn't answer any different than yes. Life with him was perfect and successful. Something that she didn't see coming, however, was the secret life her husband was living behind her back. And when she figured out what he was really doing, her entire world flipped upside down. A year after the discovery, Juliane has now started an entirely new life, far away from her husband. But no matter how hard she tries, she can never forget him. ______________________________ Warning β οΈοΈ This story contains mature content and language. Just warning you babes ;) ~Started in February 2021~ ~Finished in July 2023~ Β© All rights reserved. Do not copy any of this work.Complete
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βMay I have this dance, darling?β A soft chuckle escaped from his lips as he asked for my hand. He was close, way too close. I scoffed as his intense gaze carefully studied the frustration and disbelief that fell on my face. βWe're really going to do this? Pretend we are that perfect happy couple who have jumped out of a fairy tale to attend this gala? Are you really that delusional Verratti?β I asked, my eyes twinkling in amusement, yet fully aware my words were as sharp as a knife. He deserved this and more, for all the shit he is putting me through. His smirk dropped as he stared down at me for one full minute, his gaze intense, like he was holding himself back from saying something. He then took a step forward, like he was trying to figure something out. I was almost convinced my words finally started to have an impact on him, until his face relaxed into a lazy grin as he proceeded to lick his bottom lip. βBut darling, you seem to have quite the reputation for being the perfect doll in everyone's eyes. It shouldn't be that hard for an elite, versatile actress such as yourself to play the role as that one special gift sent from your family, just for me.β His green eyes were dark with amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my earlobe. I tensed; he took it far. Too fucking far. βFuck you Nikolai.β I seethed; my tone laced with venom meant just for him. His grin slowly turned into a sinister smirk, relentlessly taunting me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer towards him. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other entwined itself with my remaining hand. He slowly regained his posture and composure, and whispered softly into my ear, βFuck you too Carla.β
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