Marshall*****She almost had me. I felt her, really felt her, for the first time. My angel was the perfect combination of soft and warm. I almost lost my nerve holding her so closely. There was little stopping me from taking her, from sucking on her sweet lips and squeezing her until she moaned for me. She wouldn’t stop me. I knew that much already.I sat rigid straight behind the wheel. Her small figure shuffled up through the dimly lit street, a bit faster than before. She glanced around the street and hurried up towards her house.Good! She should be scared. This was not a safe neighborhood for a girl like her. She was too naive, too attractive, too small. I knew I wasn't the one man who would look at her with intent. Her openness with me was also concerning. Of course, I wanted to believe she was only that way with me, but I wasn't a fool. She was innocent and soft. My breath caught just thinking about her silky golden hair and round cheeks, the fullness of her curves under anyt
Caroline*****Monday was pretty dull, as to be expected. Greg stopped by during lunch to get his sweatshirt but he didn't linger for conversation. I had to study for an exam so I didn't take offense. The only things keeping me going were the thought of my stalker making an appearance and starting my shift at the gas station. That was only exciting because I was ready to make money for myself.I would have gotten a job sooner but I didn't have a car and Uncle James forbade me from working. He said my focus should be on my studies and that he paid for everything, so why should I work?Freya was indifferent about my decision but I could tell she was proud, in some way. I was happy to get out of the house, just in case Valentina popped up, and start saving. Maybe if it was enough someday, I could go to school. I wasn't going to set my hopes too high, though.Once last period was out, I went to my locker to grab the gym bag with my uniform in it. It was actually just a collared shirt in t
Caroline*****My favorite day! Friday. It's literally the best. Just a few hours of torture at school and then freedom for a whole two days. I wondered if I could be named Friday like Wednesday Addams. Probably not, she was way hotter than me.Fuck, why did I smoke before school?Groaning, I dragged my feet as I stared at the sidewalk leading out of the neighborhood. I was just starting it and I had so far to go. Why didn't I take the damn bus?Somehow, I remembered to plug my earbuds in and scrolled through my Spotify to find a decent playlist. There were an embarrassing number of Selena Gomez albums in there. I picked the Mac DeMarco playlist that had been stuck in my head. Each step became slightly more bearable.Honey, the stars keep on calling my nameBut don't worry, I've told you again and againWhen I'm down, you're always the first one to knowSkipping town, I'll take you wherever I goI finally turned onto the Main Street and started towards school. By happenstance, I glanc
Okay, this wasn't too bad. The bleachers filled in as the game started and by half-time, it didn't feel like I was even sitting alone. It didn't hurt that Greg was a pretty good quarterback. My football knowledge was limited but I could see that he was agile and had an impressive arm, despite being built like a linebacker. I even found myself yelling and hooting with the rest of the crowd as we scored touchdown after touchdown. At the final buzzer, my fellow spectators poured out of the bleachers. The old lady who sat next to me with her walker needed assistance so I waited with her until everyone was gone. Then I held her hand and guided her down to the ramp."Aren't you a sweet girl," she cooed at the bottom.I chuckled. "Less sweet, more sour."She patted my arm with a laugh. "Thank you, dear. My son is just over there. He'll help me to the car."Her son? That piece of shit wasn't here to help her down the stairs? My eyes followed her finger to the blue and white jacket hanging off
Marshall*****She wore her heart in her eyes. I could see every desire, every ounce of adoration and trust, teeming in those hazel green eyes. In the dark, lying beneath me, she looked more like a fallen angel than anything a holy god would keep around. She was sin embodied, my personal elixir. Wavy golden hair, bright eyes, and never-ending curves.My hand stroked down her side while she blinked up at me. Trustingly.She shouldn't trust me. I was a true monster under all these human layers. I was arrogant, not blind. Although I was obsessed with her and knew deep in my bones that I would never get bored of her, I also knew what I was incapable of.Love!If I couldn't feel love for my own parents or siblings, I was incapable. My angel was a sensitive being, though she tried to hide it. She wanted love. I knew it was the one thing I'd never be able to give her.Not that it mattered. She would be mine, regardless of whether she wanted to be. From the moment I set eyes on her, I wanted
Caroline*****Yawning, I slowly roused from my sleep. A sweet smell lifted into my nostrils, beckoning me to get up. I sat up and pushed the covers down. My jeans were all tangled down around my ankles. I frowned as last night returned to the forefront of my mind.Marshall! I jumped and looked around but there was no evidence of him or his presence. No note or anything. Oh shit. He wasn't out there . . . in the kitchen . . . Was he? I sprang out of the bed and instantly tripped over my jeans. Huffing, I kicked them off and yanked on a pair of sleep shorts from my dresser. I moved the chair from the door knob and hurried out.Freya smiled at me from the stove. I glanced around the kitchen but it was empty.She chuckled. "Good morning to you, too, sleepyhead. Looking for someone?""I—" I swallowed. "Oh, I just wondered if, uh, Valentina was still here.""Yeah, she's worse than you. Still in bed."I relaxed and padded over to her. When my eyes locked sight on the golden pancakes in her
Caroline*****Greg showed up at 7:29. I hurried out to the door, waving farewell at Freya and Valentina from their spot on the couch."Wait, where are you going?" Freya asked."The senior bonfire is tonight," I told her. "I won't stay out too late."She shrugged. "Stay out as late as you want, but be responsible. No teen pregnancies or DUIs, okay?"I saluted her and grabbed the door knob."And you look hot by the way!" she shouted as I slipped outside."Thanks!" I shouted back.Nervous, I glanced down at my outfit and wondered if I was going to be overdressed. I was wearing black jeans and a cropped sweater with combat boots. Just for good measure, I brought a coat with a hood on it in case I really did freeze my ass off.Greg honked as I scuttled over to his freshly waxed BMW. I jumped into the passenger seat."Well, I'll be damned, Wilder," he said with a smirk. "You don't look like a nerd tonight."I chuckled. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"My eyes roamed over his tan Carh
Marshall*****Los Angeles was a mad house even early on Sunday morning. Our flight touched down at five and Nuel and I rented a car. We were driving first to the address where his phone was tracked to. It wasn't one I recognized but I wasn't surprised he still lived in LA. This was all he ever knew.It was almost seven-thirty when we rolled up to a white stucco cottage with an orange tiled roof. I nodded and we got out, hands on the weapons at our waist. If I wasn't so impatient, we could've picked up some guns here. I had many connections to this city, the homeland of the Tare family legacy. I didn't want to make unnecessary visits or waste any time. So, we were making do with blades.Nuel went to the door while I circled the house. All the windows were dark. As I reached the back of the house, I slipped into the gated yard and crept up to the back door. I could hear the doorbell ringing through the empty walls.I had a feeling Atlas wasn't here. He knew better. I was pleased that h