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Twisted Love Fifteen.
Lara I could feel the nervousness falling over me, a rush of adrenaline making my hands shake and my heart racing. I step into the hallway, looking down one way and then the other hoping to see a mop of wavy dark hair somewhere. I lean down and grab the small ring, and the paper. I stepped into the hallway a little further to see if I could catch a glimpse of Kol. Before I can stop myself, his name falls from my lips and drifts down the hallway. "Kol?" Instead of hearing or seeing anything to confirm that he was around, I hear my voice echo back. My stomach turns, an uneasy knot of guilt forming inside of me. I step inside and close the door, leaning against it my eyes meet Elijah's eyes. "What is that?" He reaches out for me to hand him what I had hidden inside my closed hand. I bite my lip and reach my hand out, opening my fingers. The ring and paper laying in my palm. "It's- Kol got me this ring at the beach fair and I never took it but- I'm- he I don't know he seemed so upse
Twisted Love Sixteen.
Lara I feel like my feet couldn't move fast enough for my body, I just wanted to get to his house. I just wanted to tell him I was sorry too, that we could try and work things out, that we could try anything because I didn't want to lose him. I couldn't lose him. As I rounded the corner, the sky was pitch black, the moon casting a bright light down on the ocean behind Kol's house. I pull the hood of my sweatshirt up as it starts to rain. The loud sound of my feet hitting the front porch would have woken him up if he was home. "Kol!" My voice cracks as I yell out his name. I knock on the door, and wait impatiently, hoping to hear the footsteps of someone coming. "Kol please-" The sound of the door handle moving, stops me in the middle of my sentence. My breath hitches in my throat and my eyes go upwards, the front door swings open, and my heart drops as my eyes meet a familiar face. "Elijah?" The confusion and hurt make me take a step back, shivering as the wind blows and the ra
Twisted Love Seventeen.
The crashing sound of the waves around him filled Kol's ears. He looked up from the drink he had in his hand when one of the lower-ranked alphas in his tribe walked over to him. Kol took the joint away from his lips, “Speak,” he exhaled the smoke as he looked up at the alpha in front of him. “Uh...we got a call from Elijah saying that Lara is dead—” the guy says, slightly confused as to why this concerned them and why it affected Kol so much. Kol grabbed him by his shirt not even caring where his joint and where his glass landed. He could feel the pain and his rage started to boil within him. “What do you mean?!” Kol yelled while clenching his jaw in anger. “What does he mean she’s dead?!” He roared. Everyone stopped what they were doing and became silent, even the ocean, and the crashing waves around them became quiet. “He says if the eels, The Chemist, or the ocean doesn’t kill her, he will.” Kai the alpha held his hands up in fear of Kol. Kai was an older alpha than Kol was
Twisted Love Eighteen.
Lara Jane didn’t say anything, she just quickly as she could wash her hair and her body. Then she slowly stepped out of the shower and wrapped her body in one of Kol’s thick and fluffy hooded robes. She watched Kol after she did that from where she was now sitting on the heated floor with her back against the vanity. Her eyes trained on his every move. After finishing up in the shower, Kol looked over at her when he turned the water off. She nervously handed him a towel, and he wrapped it around his waist. “I— uh...there are five guys with me. They won’t hurt you. I trust them with my life...They’re nice.” Kol tells her as he walked slowly into the main cabin, he groaned again in pain as he lifted up the ay bed pulling out two sets of his clothes. He had to take a few moments before pushing the daybed back down. His bite wound was throbbing pins and needles on fire kind of pain. — Kol watched his tribe harvest the moon wolfbane. Usually, he’d be out there helping them, but since
Twisted Love Nineteen.
Lara I felt a jolt, from an engine starting up. My eyes opened to the sound of seagulls, and the calm sounds of the waves crashing. I was a little disoriented as to what was going on. All I really remember was Elijah opening the door to Kol's house, letting me in, to finding a note from Kol to Elijah, along with a duffle bag full of pills...then Elijah running after me...chasing me out of the house, through the backyard and onto the dock and to Kol’s boat. I shivered at the flashbacks of last night, my heart hurt and ached knowing that Elijah was one of the best liars ever. If there was an award for being the king of all the liars Elijah would easily be awarded it. All those times and opportunities that he could’ve hinted or told me about...I know one doesn’t just simply tell someone that they’re selling drugs—but he was my best friend. One of my dearest childhood best friends. I thought our friendship was strong but it too was built on top of lies— or at least that’s what it felt l
Twisted Love Twenty.
“Kol, don’t tell me that it’s a temporary problem when I've been drowning over you since that night you drowned.” Lara's voice got softer and softer. It was like she couldn’t even look at him. “But it is, daisy love...I have to leave this town with my tribe whether you believe me or not. It's my duty. I have to go. And-and I promise I'll come back to you.” Kol tried wrapping his arms around her waist but she pushed his touch away as she shook her head, she was clearly upset. It’s not like Kol takes pleasure in leaving her again, hell he just got back. He didn’t expect to be leaving again or at least so soon. He’s not exactly leaving this town and Lara off on a good standing either, ‘he came back from the dead’, she found out what he did for a living, Elijah goes and does whatever the hell he chooses and really fucks up, she gets lost at sea all night, Kol’s rut happened and he feels ashamed of what he did even though she never told him to stop or anything. Now she’s feeling ill and
Twisted Love Twenty One.
Lara I’ve never seen so much rage in Kol's eyes and in his demeanor before, it was stronger than a tsunami’s powerful rage of the ocean... My tea mug slipped from my fingers that previously were grasping tightly onto the clay cup. It shattered onto the wood floors of this boat, just in front of my bare feet. I quickly moved as far as I could into the corner of the daybed. I froze in fear. ...And I couldn't look away, my eyes were locked on Kol. Even if I wanted to look away I didn't think I could do it. My fear took control of my body. Kol fell to his knees as if he was fighting something off, even when there was nothing attacking him, he didn’t let up on fighting “that” something back. He was shouting for me to go to Santo, but I didn't. I couldn't...I couldn't stop watching him…. He was on his hands and knees trying to control something from coming out of him or something. Was I right? Was Kol mentally ill? Was he a psycho? My train of thought was blown away when Kol’s legs
Twisted Love Twenty Two.
Kol What would distinguish a night from a dream? Within the former, there are fears, anxiety, and sadness...You are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. Your mind knows what lies in the darkest corner of your soul and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. My dream dangles a fantasy beneath my nose, giving me a teasing smell of what I want, but cannot have. A normal, happy life with Lara Daisy-Jane. A dream is what I wish it all could have been, because maybe then my nightmares could’ve been silenced and not have become a reality, but could’ve stayed a figment of my tired imagination. I thought I could trust Lara with my secrets regarding who I was and what I became uncontrollably… She wanted me to show her that I could just change and become what I told her just as if it was nothing like it would be so easy for me just to shift into what lingers inside me. She just assumed that I could control everything that I beco
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