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Different Worlds
FossilFlameI apologize for the delay, I was working on my exclusive. I hope those who stuck with this and new readers end up loving this book as much as I do. It's my pride and joy and I hope you enjoy the journey with me.
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Envy. Spiders that formed from the darkest corners of the mind crawled into cool fingertips, to skitter beneath the tightly drawn flesh, rough and scarred from a world too cruel. A gleam danced in a pair of eyes that had become shaded with repressed emotions, dangerous and boiling. A kettle on the stove, steam rising to curl against the ceiling above, drowning the body in waves of angry heat. Black and blue prints across his wrists, hidden beneath the small cuffs of his shirt, tinged with pain. But he kept watching. The lilac orbs flirted with the surface of the world beneath wispy silver lashes, the emotionless gaze piercing into the world around him with the sharp edge of a blade to watch the scene before him. Tiny knees pulled up to coil against his chest, while trembling arms rose to wrap around them. He couldn't look away if he wanted to. "Such a sweet little girl." The adults praised, their cooing faces filling the observer with disgust
Seven Devils Winding Road
The bell of a clock tolled over the air, the chime of metal ringing across the newly awakening sky. Cool digits unfurled to lace around a blanket of white, speckles of moisture beading on soft flesh as the pallid fingertips were pulled forward into an affectionate embrace. A twist of the arm, and soon it was being swallowed, unable to be seen in the vast clouds surrounding the area. The fog rolled onward, pulling the dark foliage of the trees in to hide their roots, melting in with the sway of grass, chilled with the freezing mist. Not a moment later, was it tugging on the edges of faded blue jeans, clawing at the fabric as it climbed higher up the length of denim. Numb and transparent, much like the growing apathetic gloss to amethyst orbs. The denim stepped back, a glint of metal piercing through the dense landscape as Damon tried to scramble backwards, his tiny fists raw and bleeding as they hovered over his face in an act of self-defense. Silver lashes folding do
Seven Devils Improv Plan
Nothing hurts more… Than having no one believe you… . . . Sirens echoed all around, the wave lengths bleeding into the dark canvas of the night sky while brushes of midnight mingled with the charcoal. The chill of winter floating from parted mouths as a lone kid stood in the center of chaos. Snowflakes, drifting downward in little messages of sorrow, vanishing against the upturned bridge of a small nose while the rest started to conjoin across heavy lashes. Red and blue lights flashed, the streams of color highlighting Damon’s stricken face. The rays reached across pale skin edged with dry blood to reside in lilac orbs that trembled with disbelief, and those orbs could only dull further as the officer's words echoed in his chest. A heartbeat filled with poison dripping down to taint the tears that refused to fall, clinging desperately to his waterline. "We searched everywhere we could, but everything was dest
Seven Devils Garden's Door
There's a tempting caress of fire stone lips, a smoldering coal that rises from the ashes, and wrath's fiery kiss moves to press down into the smooth silk ends of Damon’s wintery splayed locks—hovering just beneath his nape. A playful brush and it stays there mockingly; until the child that harvested its affection like a suitable host, twists his lips down with a scowl. There's barely a shimmer of hesitation, before a pale figure is pressing forward. Wrath. The floor creaks with a push of scarred fingertips and the shorter male emerges to a stand. In seconds the wall Damon's side had favored seemed to croak with longing, already it begins to ache for his company, but a foot plants ahead and he abandons it anyway. Each burdened advance holds the type of grace one could liken to a wolf, guiding his limbs forward with cautious intention. The boy was smart. Yet Clay doesn't breathe another word. Disdain, unlike anything Clay had ever seen before,
Seven Devils Unexpected Gifts
The whispers of the books were compelling, his habitual visits causing a stir within the community as the infamous Ares heir stalked the shelves lining the corridors with blistering purpose. His stride was powerful and daunting as he moved with a grace far beyond his years. The swoon of girls staring at him leaving an unpleasant feeling in its wake, but the boy painted with the colors of midnight sky paid them no mind. His long fingers, skimming past a multitude of covers before landing on an image that caught his sapphire eyes. “This’ll do.”“Are you sure?” Drew pitched in from beside him, peering past his shoulder. “I’m positive. This one will definitely make the perfect gift.”“Okay… I’m just making sure… because I love you man, but this is the fifth time we’ve been to this same bookstore. And every time we end up leaving empty handed.” “That’s because the other books weren’t worthy of Damon’s attention. Would you want to sit there and read a
Seven Devils The Start of 'Hate'?
“You’re here to see Damon?” Amelia was the first to speak, her tiny voice sounding oddly minute and fragile as if she had become a mouse. It was odd and unlike her, and Damon almost turned back around to check on her when Clay seemed to stop him with his unwavering gaze. A stare that held his chin in place when the other boy suddenly stepped forward. The dining hall oddly muted in the other’s wake.“I am. I’ve actually brought him something too. That is, if he’d mind spending some of his time with me today. What do you say, Damon?” Clay’s smiling—an odd sight that Damon can’t help but find welcoming. “I...”And then he spots it, Clay’s hand patiently resting on the top of the chair next to him as if it’s waiting for permission. Damon is struggling to come out with a reason to tell him no.It’s unlike him. And it leaves a sour taste in his m
Seven Devils The Butler
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.For once in his life, Damon isn’t entirely sure if today was going to be a bad day or not. It starts out simple enough, a few jeering taunts, the smell of spices mingling downstairs from the kitchen, a quiet solitude surrounding his morning as Amelia leaves for the day to meet up with her estranged mother.It’s quiet, peaceful even.Yet for some reason, as his long silver lashes flutter up towards the ceiling, Damon feels inexplicably bored. The dull noises of children playing, constantly breaking his attention away from the shiny new book nestled between his fingers like a delicate treasure.It itched at his nerves, causing his lips to pull down as he tried harder to read the words splayed out in front of him. Every t
Seven Devils A New Dynamic
“It’s odd isn’t it, dear?”A melodic hum, elegant fingers, and then those perfectly manicured claws were sliding through his hair affectionately.“What is, honey?”Scarlet, powerful and rich, lifted into a tranquil simper. Locks of tumbling brown hair mingling over an upturned nose when her lithe form bends above his broad shoulders. Her fingers caressing as her lips press to the center of his forehead. “I’ve never seen our son interested in someone before. Who was it you said he wanted to visit today?”“Ah.” Ashton mumbles from the safety of his wife’s lap. “Some human boy from the Orphanage that our dear friend James’s runs. The one situated in the bosom of the forest entrance.”Her fingers stop, pausing in their previous endeavor of caressing his hair.“A human...boy?” The question lifts her voice an octave, and finally his deep blue eyes
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