Share
Twenty One.
Related chapters
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
Twisted Love Twenty Three.
Kol My joint burnt my finger because I forgot I lit it. I brought it up to my lips one last time, taking a big hit from it before I put it completely out in the ashtray that was in the middle of the small table. Looking over at Lara again I sighed, walking over to the small drawer next to the daybed and I opened it pulling out a pair of boxers, as I let my towel around my waist fall. With boxers and jeans on I reached for a hoodie from the same drawer when I did so the very old small box that was under the hoodie I grabbed had caught my eye. I stood there looking at it for a few moments longer before I slipped on the dark olive-colored hoodie over my head. I went to shut the drawer, but my tempting hands stopped pushing the drawer shut. my left hand quickly reached in and grabbed the small black velvet box as my right hand closed the drawer completely once my other hand pulled the box out from the drawer. I looked over at Lara's sleeping body once more, reaching up to grab a smal
Twisted Love Twenty Four.
It’s been three weeks since Lara had witnessed Kol's rage episode when he shifted and turned into a beast. Ever since they got back from the moon wolfbane harvest, she’s been texting him at all hours of the night with questions after question, articles after articles about werewolves, and ‘facts’ about them. Kol didn’t mind her researching about lycanthropy, he’s actually glad that she is because she wants to learn about who he was now, but it definitely has its cons...meaning mostly everything she’s been reading and taking notes about is ninety-seven percent false information. He’s just thankful she’s not been egging him on about shifting again, letting his rage take over. She sort of understands that he needs to take drugs to keep himself in check...but not fully. She really believes in him and that he could actually handle his rage to the point that he wouldn’t need the wolfbane. Kol tells her time after time she mentions that, that he doesn't have free will, that all the lycan bl
Twisted Love Twenty Five.
Lara The old record player, which is placed carefully on a stack of even older books, plays soft melodies in the background. Stevie Nicks croons about the ocean tides, and I can't help but move my body along with the beat. My uncle Bodaway bought it for me on one of his business trips. It's old, barely able to keep together, but it’s a treasure. Today is June 20th, it’s the first day of summer, and the darkness is still looming outside the semi-drawn window, slivers of light peeking through. The sky was pitch black, except for a couple of stars splattered against the heavens. The shadows dance among the room, playing hide and seek with the glow of the bedside lamp. Kol was outside on a phone call, every now and again I could hear him yell. Whoever he was talking to must be his family...when people agitate him, he just would threaten them before hanging up. He’d never put up with it. I push the drawer close with my hip and pull the shirt over my shoulders, securing the buttons
Twisted Love Twenty Six.
Lara When I dream, I can feel the moment...when I dream, I'm already there. And a long arm folds around me, encasing me in his warm embrace. I miss him “Come on, Mikaelson, we have a summer to get to.” He exhales, pushing the cigarette to the corner of his mouth as we make our way to the side of my house to fetch our bikes. I remember when the wind zoomed past me, a very subtle chill blowing around us as we rode to the beach. The bike groaned against the pavement as we made our trek. Small towns, you gotta love them. My knuckles tighten against the handlebars the closer I get to the beach. The only light that guided us was street lamps and the reflector taupe on Elijah's back wheel. I remove my hand and spread my arms open, feeling the wind blow through my open fingers, this is what freedom must feel like. I thought when my hair whips around my face. Turning a corner, small dots appeared and grew in size, turning into flashlights from the rest of the group. Tired voices and g
Twisted Love Twenty Seven.
Lara Versace. Ever since Kol took me into that Versace store, a few weeks ago, nothing has been the same. Kol was more quiet than usual, and all he would do was stare at my low stomach as if what the older woman said in the store was true. I had only had ‘sexy’ time with him, but he’s convinced that there could be a possibility of me still being pregnant, he thinks I went off and did something to get back at him. He didn't believe me when I said I had just ended my period. I knew that he knew I was telling the truth about it….because he didn’t want to wait till I was done bleeding out of my vagina to make love. So we made love in the shower. He knew I had gotten my period. Then he just all of a sudden without a word or letter, just left. He’s been ignoring my calls and my texts. The one thing he did do was change the locks on my apartment door. It's been two weeks now as of today, July 4th. This July 4th wasn’t like the rest of them. It was gloomy, and gray...and it was st
Twisted Love Twenty Eight.
Lara “Lara?” My manager’s voice snapped me out of my daze. It had been like this since Kol left...again. I rarely get a good night’s sleep. Even when Kol was here, the last month I still didn’t get a full night’s sleep, and without adequate sleep, it can make getting through the days pretty difficult. “Yeah, sorry Dave.” I smile his way and he smiles back while walking toward me. “Listen, this vacation that you’re taking next week...you need to get some rest. We’re both worried about you.” he sighs as he looks over his shoulder at his wife. Dave and Hazel had been together for yours, moved here after they got married, and opened the small flower shop I had worked in since high school. then they chose to open a restaurant and bar, now I work here. The old couple was as sweet as could be, I yearned for a love like theirs. I guess I wasn’t good enough for Kol. The talk about a baby, even when it wasn’t from my mouth, scared him away. I really thought he was going to actually stic
Twisted Love Twenty Nine.
Lara “Do you want to go get some dinner? Or could we order something? it’s up to you.” his dark eyes looked into mine. “I mean I don’t care, I don't mind just staying in..we could watch a movie and get Chinese like we used to.” I shrug, as I walk towards my suitcase with Hunter. He picks it up and I follow him down the hallway to the guest room. “Sounds like a plan to me. I'm going to change into something comfy and then we will order dinner.” I watch as he walks away from the doorway, and disappears down the hallway. I smile, feeling a sense of contentment and excitement for this upcoming week. I wake to the sound of traffic, car horns, and the busy noise of a bustling city outside. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling, before feeling relieved that I didn't have to work. I was on vacation and Hunter has plans today. I kick my legs over the bed and pull on a hoodie as I walk from my room and into the hallway. I shove my hands into the hoodie as I call out Hunter’s name. I mak
Latest chapter
