“I need to step out for a moment,” Nicolette said. She knew what she had done, and felt as though she would vomit any second. Running down the hall to the public restroom, hovering over the toilet, Nicolette threw up for the first time. As a child, she was never sick. The main reason was that she was never allowed to attend public school or spend time with others. Arison made her a recluse, and she knew no other life other than the one he offered her. It was his way of keeping what was his all to himself. Slowly she realized that she was property, not loved.Continue reading “Wrath 6 Heaven”
Walking in from the small coffee shop downstairs, Gypsy was relieved to see her cousin sitting there with Grace. Her stomach was in knots since the fever spiked, but the doctors assured her it wasn’t the virus that swept the world. It was worse because none had a clue of what ravaged this little girl’s bloodstream. For the first time since the kidnapping, she was scared. Grace was learning to walk and talk, but she made sure nothing was accessible. Her home babyproofed by a professional. There was no reason for her to be sick.Continue reading “Wrath 5 Thanatos and Grace”
She laid in the box, her body unable to move as each person she ever loved placed a yellow flower on her chest. Screaming from the depth of her soul, it wasn’t until he put that last kiss upon her head did a single tear mourn the love that broke her heart.
Hearts are not pebbles. You do not cast a good one across the lake each time a shinier one comes along. You treasure the stone and with attention and love, and it will give you the foundation to build a home.
Giggles echoed through the park along with the sounds and scent of a fresh-popped bag of corn. The summer was ending soon, and soon the little amusement park would again close to falling tears, and “Mama please” sounds came from the small children. Memories would last forever, and the innocent days of summer would permanently settle into the old red dirt.Continue reading “Wendigo 2”
Petals of crimson stained the keys as she wrote the tragedy of their love. Each note harder to play, the ivory dripping the pain her heart could not show. He was her forever love, and she was just another one hit wonder.
“NICOLETTE GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW,” Arison screamed.
“Caio, Arison. Do not follow me,” she said. As Nicolette walked out, she noticed a faint smell of smoke in the air. The emergency workers still swarmed the Vatican, as the crowd cheered when they brought out the Pope. He was alive because of her, but if Thanatos had not shown his face, she would have allowed the man to burn inside the walls. In her mind, the Catholic church was the unholiest of places.Continue reading “Wrath – 4”
There is a first time for everything. Every little girl doesn’t grow up wanting to be the best little cock sucker, but when you’re in the sex business, it helps. Consider it a casualty of the job.Continue reading “Escort diaries ~ First time”
Stolen kisses, just one more before she calls. Brief encounters, his touch healed her soul. The lights dim, bodies intertwined, he tells her he loves her through his body, she screams she loves him more the moment he walks away.
Like a child standing at the gates of Disneyland for the first time, Nicolette stood in front of the Vatican, watching the smoke fill the sky. Screams from bystanders to save the place brought a smile to her face. The only one who could stop the flames was the one who started the fire. Her eyes closed when she heard the voice, her body shaking from the thought of watching each building crumble to the ground.Continue reading “Wrath 3”