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    • chapter forty-seven

      by Quinn Hawthorne Her hands were moist against my skin as she scratched her skin, tiny bits of flesh hanging off like peeling bark. I couldn’t help but smile despite my heart sinking. She was giving me her blood as if it was payment for my affection, a potion of her essence. From this moment forward, no one else’s would suffice. So, I knelt down and opened wide, drinking in her red offering, intoxicating my parched veins with liquid poison. Her taste was familiar and foreign at the same time. Warm, sweet, and salty…
    • Epilogue

      by Quinn Hawthorne As I knelt by Saul’s grave, overlooking the rolling green hills that surrounded the small town of Hollow Creek, my heart swelled with bittersweet emotions. In my hands was a bouquet of the most vibrant, fragrant flowers from my own garden. Their petals were like velvet, their colors akin to the brilliant, bleeding sunset across the horizon of the endless sky. “Hey, Saul,” I breathed, my voice soft and reverent, echoing through the still air. The graveyard was silent, empty save for me and my…
    • by Quinn Hawthorne
    • by Quinn Hawthorne
    • chapter six

      by Mae Celeste On the way back to the house, since I was still barefoot, I watched the path under my feet closely to ensure I didn't step on anything when a noise to my left caught my attention. I couldn't see through the foliage, but it seemed to rustle the leaves of a nearby bush clumsily. I didn't know what lives on this island, but I wouldn't find out, especially if it's something that wants to eat me or fight me for territory. But I know better than to run from something that could be a potential predator. So as…
    • chapter eight

      by Mae Celeste I was not greeted with the cheery face of Hemming the next morning. Instead, there was a bowl of fruit and a note saying there was oatmeal he had made and juice in the fridge. Also, letting me know he didn't want what he made me to go bad before I got to enjoy it. Which was sweet but still didn't dull the disappointment I felt knowing he wasn't there waiting for me. "Liliana?" Ulf called out from outside. Oh, the perfect distraction. Ulf entered the house, having to duck his head because his large…
    • chapter five

      by Mae Celeste He must have moved me in the middle of the night because he was no longer underneath me, and I was still naked under the blanket on the couch. But I wasn’t sticky so he must have cleaned me as well. The sunlight hitting the window was bright on my face, and I had to cover my eyes with the back of my hand. He said there was a village nearby, but I needed to check. I need to leave. Using the blanket as a covering, I return to my designated room to get dressed. I was dressed in another T-shirt that he…
    • chapter ten

      by Mae Celeste "Before I give you my answer, I need honesty from you two." I rested my elbows on my knees as I sat forward, first looking into Ulf's eyes before settling on Hemming because I knew Hemming had more to tell. They were both sitting on the couch adjacent to me, sitting close enough that their thighs were pressed against each other despite having room on either side. It was obvious they were comforting each other without wanting to make it obvious. "What do you want to know?" Ulf asked, his eyebrows…
    • chapter eleven

      by Mae Celeste Ulf was on his knees before me faster than I could even comprehend. The image of him crawling across the floor from the other couch to me will forever be imprinted into my brain. He grabbed the back of my hair and dragged me into a wet kiss as I imagined what he would look like with a collar and leash. Whimpering into his mouth, he pushes my legs open to rest inside them before grabbing my hips and pulling me away from the couch so my core was flush against his stomach. My legs grasped desperately around…
    • chapter two

      by Mae Celeste It was cold, so cold that it penetrated right through me. Reminding me that most people who died on the Titanic died from the cold shock of the water, and my lips curled up in a mock of a smile at the irony I was dying the same way as my favorite fictional boyfriend did. But, just like Leo, I didn't have a door to lean on to keep me afloat. Not like I wanted to, anyway. My body shivered uncontrollably as I sunk deeper, but I wasn't afraid. On the contrary, it felt comforting in a way. This was the first…
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