A burst of rich, creamy laughter spilled through the air, shattering my
concentration.
I glanced up with a touch of annoyance. I’d been making decent progress
on my translation of The Art of War before I’d been rudely interrupted.
I scanned the bar, my eyes settling on the one person I’d never seen before. Purple-black hair, tanned skin, incredible curves poured into Valhalla’s signature black staff uniform. Silver earrings glinted in her ears, and when she lifted her hand to brush a lock of hair out of her eye, I spotted the dark swirls of a tattoo on her inner wrist.
Her coworker said something, and another burst of mirth poured out of her.Even if it hadn’t, I would’ve known she was the laugh’s owner.
تم فرماؤ کیا ہم تمھیں بتا دیں کہ سب سے بڑھ کر ناقص عمل کن کے ہیں۔ ان کے جن کی ساری کوشش دنیا کی زندگی میں گم گئی اور وہ اس خیال میں ہیں کہ اچھا کام کر رہے ہیں۔
~الکھف
"You want the world to think you have no heart when in reality, you have a multilayered one: a heart of gold encased in a heart of ice. And the one thing all hearts of gold have in common? They crave love."
~Twisted Love
“What’s your biggest fear?”
“A life without purpose.” Embarrassment warmed my cheeks. The reply sounded so generic, like something a college freshman would spout in philosophy class, but that didn’t make it any less true.
“It’s not a concrete fear, like falling onto the subway tracks or having an air conditioner fall on my head, “But I don’t know. The thought of dying without achieving something is…” Depressing. Suffocating. Terrifying. “Stressful. Especially in a city like New York, you know? Everyone here seems to know what they’re doing or at least what they want to be doing. They live for a purpose, not survival.”
Those who are linked by destiny
“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."
🖤✨
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