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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I paced back and forth in my living room, morning light streamed in through the curtains, the craving gnawing at my insides. The temptation was stronger than ever, and I knew that giving in this time might mean there was no turning back. I'd already relapsed twice, and the third time could seal my fate.With shaking hands, I reached for my cell phone. My fingers found Ethan's number, and I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to call him. The ringing on the other end felt like an eternity, a tug-of-war between my willpower and my addiction.Finally, Ethan's voice broke through, offering a lifeline in my darkest hour. "Cindy? Is everything okay?"My voice was strained, desperation evident. "Ethan, I can't do this anymore. This urge is consuming me.""Hey, hey, it's okay, remember why you decided to get clean. You've fought through this before."Tears welled up in my eyes, "I know, but the urge is unbearable. I just want that one hit."He sighed, "You know it's ne
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"It's your last night here in New York, Blade. How about we enjoy it more and talk a little less about business," Scott said as a waitress placed drinks before us.I leaned back in my chair, taking in the dimly lit ambiance of the upscale nightclub. I couldn't help but agree with Scott's suggestion. It had been a long week of meetings, negotiations, and strategizing. A night off from business discussions sounded like a welcome change of pace.I picked up a glass of whiskey, and my foolish brothers erupted in cheers.From the VIP section, I had a perfect view of the dance floor. I scanned the crowd, looking for Sarah among the women. This wasn't really her scene, and I wondered how she was handling the booming music and flashing lights.My gaze was drawn to a splash of pink amidst the club's vibrant lights. I felt a muscle twitch in my jaw, but I tore my eyes away from her and focused on the conversation with the men. We chatted as if everything was entirely normal
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Claire Parker - Sixteen Years Old. The hunger had taken hold of me like a vice, tightening its grip with every passing second. It was as if my entire body had turned against me, and I was held hostage by an insatiable need.My fingers twitched uncontrollably, like spiders crawling under my skin. The sensation was maddening, a constant reminder of what I desperately wanted. It was as if invisible hands were reaching out from inside, urging me to satisfy the relentless itch that consumed me.Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging. They spilled down my cheeks. I tried to blink them away, to clear my vision, but they kept flowing, a physical manifestation of the torment I felt.I wanted to scream, to let out the frustration and agony that threatened to overwhelm me. So, I clung to the door, my knuckles white. "Please," I cried, I intertwined my hands and dropped to my knees, "Please, I won't ask for anything else," I begged Scott as he stood in the corner of the
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅She pressed her lower body against my throbbing cock and I forced my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers clenched my jacket in a desperate grip. My hand ventured downward, caressing the curves of her shapely ass, giving it a firm squeeze.Tonight, she was wearing a stunning black dress that accentuated her beauty. Sarah was undeniably breathtaking, a fact that even I couldn't deny. Her looks were the only thing that attracted me to her in the first place along with her sense of style. I roughly pushed her back into the leather seats, the air in the car growing thick with tension. Sarah positioned herself next to me, her lithe form bending forward, her ass provocatively raised in the air. With a swift motion, she gathered her long hair into one hand and tossed it to the side, revealing the tempting curve of her neck.Our hands collided, fingers moving with urgency as we worked to unzip my pants and free my aching cock. Sarah wasted no time, her warm, inviting mouth
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"My parents died in a car accident, there had been a storm and they had left me behind with grandma. I was six, so I remember some of the stuff. It stayed with me," I explained to Ethan, feeling his comforting touch as he ran his fingers through my hair. The memories from that time were still etched in my mind, haunting me.We were again in my studio. He had a fondness for this space. He loved my art, the way my face glowed whenever I painted—his words not mine. He often described my connection with colors as something truly special. "The storm that night was relentless, I mean, the rain was just...pouring down, no end in sight. My parents had headed out, leaving me with my grandma. I was just a kid, about six years old at the time, so I remember bits and pieces." I looked up at him, he had placed my head on his lap, and his fingers in my hair. "But then came that call, you know? It was my uncle on the line, and I could tell from his voice that something was ter
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Vincenzo Capone - Thirteen Year Old.I was just thirteen years old, but I had already learned that in the world of the Chicago Outfit, innocence was a luxury few could afford. My father, Salvatore Capone, was a powerful man, a figure to be reckoned with in the criminal underworld. A man whose name sent shivers down the spines of his rivals. As his firstborn son, I was destined to inherit not just his name but also the responsibilities and rules that came with it.Within the complex web of our criminal empire, there was no room for errors. I was being groomed to become the future face of the Capone dynasty, a role that demanded a firm commitment to ruthless efficiency, cunning strategy, raw power, and surgical precision. The path I was on was of darkness, where sentimentality had no place, and emotions were discarded like expendable assets.My daily routine was far from typical for a thirteen-year-old. While other kids my age worried about school, friends, and ga
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Ethan and I strolled across the iconic Brooklyn Bridge, the city lights reflected off the East River, creating a magical atmosphere. It was one of those nights that felt like a scene from a rom-com that Allegra and I watched together. I took a deep breath of the cool night air and couldn't help but smile. "You know, Ethan, I've always loved this view of the city. It's like a different world up here."He nodded in agreement, "It's like a piece of art, ever-changing yet timeless."We continued our walk, the bridge's cables stretching overhead like giant harp strings. I gazed at the river below and sighed contentedly, "You know, I've always wondered about the people who designed these bridges, the ones who built them.""Yeah? What have you wondered?"I glanced at him, "I mean, they dedicated their lives to creating something that would outlive them, something that connects people and places. It's like leaving a piece of your soul behind for the world to see."He smile
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅We were given a list of activities... couple's activities that Marco's fiancée had planned. She wasn't from our world, she didn't care what anyone said. She was hardwired to get everyone involved in the couple's activities and Marco supported her in everything even Evangeline and Delilah convinced their husbands to join and they both were the most difficult ones. Although, Marco and Amy met under a very awkward arranged marriage kind of situation but they both had the best out of it and anyone could truly see that Marco adored her. Amy Sterling was probably the kindest It girl I had ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. She was like a shining star in her family and appeared to be the favorite child of her parents. Her warmth and grace left an indelible impression on everyone she encountered.We all sat in a circle around the bonfire. Evangeline was sitting between Capo's legs as he whispered something in her ears making her smile. Delilah sat in Lorenzo's