Her heart mending like a fence downed in the storm. Each new day brings another slat to support the one before. In the end, she will have knot holes and nicks, but her foundation will be strong. Never doubt yourself. Beyond that rickety gate is where the real journey begins.
Her words forced Arison to stumble back, lost deep in thought. Nicolette was always the perfect child, the grateful teen, and the silent young lady. Today, she was what he feared the most. She had transformed into the woman who one day would reign over hell without his approval. His father warned him one day this would come, but he never thought it was true. It was the ramblings of a frightened old man, or so he thought. Arison was sure his father had listened to this today and would question his son’s ability to care for such a diabolical being.
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Drowning in sorrow, she waited for her heart to heal. She stood in the shadow of the past, her soul burning with the fire of a thousand suns. It was not until the moon consumed her did she find peace in the haven she had built.
“No, I don’t think you fucking understand who and what that child is,” she screamed.
Nicolette took a few steps back, her face distorted with anger. Arison explained that Grace and Gypsy were bound to her, and if they die, so does all of civilization as they knew it. The clock started the day she saved the young blond from her fate, and as each month passed, the world shook with an anger that he could not control. The gods above unleashed a fury on the world, and Nicolette was the one to blame. When a name’s written, date of birth and date of death added. She altered the world the moment she brought Gypsy back to life. The doomsday clock had started, and the virus that plagued the world was just the beginning of the world as they knew it.
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There are no fifty shades here. The real-life of a Dominate is not one of falling in love and producing babies. Human nature sometimes gets the best of the human soul. I am in no way knocking the book series that has the panties of women all country in a bunch—just showing a darker side to the world of a Dominate male.
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Love so simple, so sweet. She never saw the pain until there was nothing left. Like the vulture picking his prey, his words scathed her flesh, striping her closer to bone each time he spoke. When he was done, on the side of life’s highway, she was left. Was this the circle of life, or was this theft. Lies told in the dark always come out in the light.
Saturated with need, her hands raked over his flesh, the masterpiece she would create more perfect than any hung on the wall. Nails stained with bits of the past, she consumed each drop to have him inside of her once again. The need for salvation deep, she would expire her heart for another drink of desire.
Gypsy dug her nails into his chest. That smirk on her lips was that of the kitten that caught the canary. The power play between the two was pure adrenaline on her part. She prided herself on being the perfect submissive female. She would put Anna Steel to shame, but in reality, she was the opposite. The more life found her, the more she realized that she was no longer the victim of others’ sexual needs.
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Salacious sins filled her mind with such devilish delights. The feel of his warmth enveloping every inch of her soul, she craved him like a drug. The body was not needed for this journey into a dark abyss. Entice my mind and my body will follow you anywhere.
Shoulders pinned to the bed, he hovers like a thief in the night. Lights flashing, the scent of cigars burning her nose. He’s brought them home with him again. She screams, but the room is silent. Her voice caught in the back of her throat, wondering if her mother will save her this time. Each tear that stains the sheets is another loss of innocence at the hands of the beast.