“The room isn’t a treasure trove. There are
no priceless artifacts or stores of gold here. But if you wanted a quiet place to write…”
The sparks of awareness melted into a golden, honeyed warmth.
I didn’t work well in silence. My doubts and second-guessing festered in the absence of company, growing claws and fangs that shredded my
creativity into ribbons. (This is becoming way too much relatable)
Curiosity is a demanding beast.
Isabella’s grin kicked my pulse into overdrive. I tried to stop it, but control slipped through my fingers like wisps of smoke.
It always did where she was concerned.
~ Kai Young
I haven't felt something as diverse as loneliness
It is creep and hollow
pain and screams
numb and cold
nightmares, no dreams
fury and fire
poison in bloodstream
It's a horror personified
panic at it's peak.
“You’ll finish it.” He said it with such unflinching certainty that my heart stilled for a split second. “How do you know?” I hated the note of self-doubt in my voice.
I’d always been the social butterfly, the person who cheered my friends on and pushed them to step outside their comfort zone. But there were nights when I lay awake, stripped of all confidence and pretense, wondering
who the hell I was and what I was doing. Had I chosen the wrong path?
Was there even a right path for me, or was I destined to drift through life like an aimless ghost? No meaning, no purpose, just day after day of routine and drudgery. A life wasted on bad decisions and short-term highs. The familiar vise of anxiety clamped around my chest.
“So why did you choose writing? I must admit, I pictured you in a more…social profession.”
It was a small, stupid thing, but the fact that he called it my profession even though I hadn’t published anything made my heart squeeze a little.
(This...)
For a year, I’d successfully kept Isabella at an arm’s length. She was the opposite of everything I considered proper, a complication I didn’t need.
Her flamboyance, her chattiness, her incessant talk about sex in public venues…
Her laugh, her scent, her smile. Her talent for piano and the way her eyes light up when she’s excited. They were the most dangerous kind of drug, and I feared I was already sliding down the slippery slope of addiction.
"It’s a matter of comportment, not status. I meet plenty of CEOs and aristocrats who are anything but gentlemen.”
“And you think you’re an exception?”
I couldn’t help it. A wicked smile touched my lips. “Only in certain situations.”
(giggles*screams*butterflies)
I’d successfully kept my distance from Isabella for almost a year, and I was well-versed enough in Greek mythology to understand the dreadful
fates that awaited sailors lured in by sirens’ songs. The last thing I shoulddo was follow her. And yet…
(A strawberry gin and tonic. On me. You look like you could use the pick-me-up.)
Dammit.
With her purple-black hair, mischievous smile, and tattoo inking the inside of her left wrist, she looked as out of place as a diamond among
rocks. Not because she was a bartender in a room filled with billionaires, but because she shone too brightly for the dark, traditional confines of Valhalla.
~Kai Young
"She was my north star, the brightest jewel in my sky."
“That’s six reasons,” Dante said. “I can work with six. I can even work with a thousand.”
My chest ached. “Dante…”
“You don’t think we’re a good idea, but I’ll prove we are.”
Determination lined his jaw, but his voice and lips were soft as they brushed my forehead. “Give me time, mia cara. That’s all I need, besides you.”
Himmmm 🖤
Once upon a time, she’d been a Lau.
Now, she was Vivian. Separate, distinct, and capable of making me question everything I thought I wanted.
Self-preservation told me to keep her at arm’s length. We were heading toward an inevitable collision, and our new boundaries wouldn’t mean shit once the truth about her father came to light.
But I’d tried distance, and all it’d done was make me want her more. Her laughs, her smiles, the sparkle in her eyes when she teased me and the fire in her replies when I pissed her off. I wanted all of it even when I knew I shouldn’t. My head and heart waged civil war against each other and, for the first time in my life, my heart was winning.
Being with him was like breathing.
Easy. Effortless. Essential.
She tells him "your life ain't gonna be nothing like my life"
"you're gonna grow and have a good life."
"I'm gonna do what I've got to do."
🖤✨
This close, I could see the hints of gold
in his eyes, like flecks of light in a sea of darkness.
“Heath said he still loves you. Enough to go against your parents, and me, to be with you. But you broke up two years ago and he didn’t do a damn thing about it until he found out you were engaged.” “You want to know the truth, Vivian? If I loved you as much as he claims to love you, nothing would’ve stopped me from keeping you.”
I didn’t realize until that moment how easy it was for one simple sentence to dissolve the threads holding my world together.
“If,” I breathed, my throat unbearably tight. “Hypothetical.”
The gold disappeared completely, leaving pools of midnight in its wake.
A sardonic smile. “Yes, mia cara.” "Hypothetical"
🖤
“Are you afraid I’ll break the engagement? Run off with Heath and leave you looking like a fool in front of your friends? Why do you care?”
“I don’t know!” The force of his reply stunned me into silence. Dante’s granite mask cracked, revealing the torment underneath.
“I don’t know why I care. I just know I do, and I hate it.” Self-loathing coated his voice.
“I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person who can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose. Control.”
🖤
“I don’t give a fuck how long you and Vivian have known each other or how long ago you dated.” Dante’s soft snarl sent ice skittering down my spine. “You don’t touch her. You don’t talk to
her. You don’t even fucking think about her. If you do, I’ll break every fucking bone in your body until your own mother won’t recognize you. Understand?”
~Dante
“There’s a…personal matter I need to deal
with.”
Christian looked up from his phone and slid it into his pocket.
“Sorry to hear that,” he said mildly. “I’ll walk you out.”
“This personal matter…” he said as I exited into the hall.
“Wouldn’t happen to be Vivian’s ex-boyfriend showing up at your house, would it?” Surprise halted my steps, followed by a cold blast of fury. I turned, my glare lasering in on Christian. “What the fuck did you do, Harper?”
“I merely facilitated a reunion between your fiancée and an old friend,” he said casually. “Since you enjoyed fucking with me so
much, I figured I’d return the favor. Oh, and Dante?”
His smile lacked any hint of humor. “Touch Stella again, and you’ll no longer have a fiancée.”
🖤⚡
his eyes glinting like shards of volcanic glass against the soft roses.
(I am a little obsessed with the eyes' description)
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