Short Story

With that he pulled her close for their first kiss, a kiss he made sure would scorch her soul. With his Selkie’s heighten senses he was able to hear her heart race from the pleasure of their kiss. Even as jaded as he was he felt a quickening of his own heartbeat. . After such a kiss he had to have more.

With the hand that wasn't cuffed to his, Bailey slipped it between her legs touching herself. She felt how wet she was, how turned on he had made her. Getting her fingers damp she moved them back to his lips and slipped them into his mouth. In that moment she was trying something new, something she'd never done before. All her life Bailey had always been insecure about her body, she had always hidden her body from the world. That was until she had met Calahan, he knew just how to get her to come over of her shell, how to make her feel alive. Calahan had made her see that there wasn't anything to be afraid of, her body was a wonderland, but in her mind it was his. "I want you, too." She spoke as she moved her fingers from his mouth and kissed him one last time harder than

Their laughter carried on the wind and the cozy comfort they felt together was evident. She tried to sneak deeper into the fantasy, but there was something holding her to this world—a gentle touch of a hand caressing her cheek and the briefest kiss on her brow. She struggled to wake up wondering if Ray had come after

He nodded and kissed her forehead leaving her to smile and walk away towards her third period class, she didn't mind glances, if any, directed to her, Chris had been mature throughout the whole time and it showed his true intentions. Although Annabelle wanted to say those three little words back to him she couldn't, something was holding her back, maybe it was because she was too worried about what the future held and being committed could ruin possible opportunities, but she knew why, she knew because of what, meaning who; Olen. Her

And as loudly as she came into the world, she left it just as quietly.

“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”

Before John has the chance to act as a gentleman, I drag my chair out and slide into it, refusing to remove my jacket. Furthermore, I fold my arms and rest them on the table while maintaining the scowl on my face as I glare out the window at nothing in particular.

His words played in her mind’s eye endlessly. How many replies had she constructed internally? He had left it so openly obvious what he expected, for her to realise what he was and flee. To reject him. She hadn’t done much research into psychology but even she could pick out the over-arching theme. He was lonely. And she could use that. He could teach her, she’d already felt more in their short exchange than she had in her life thus far. Though whether it was him, the excitement of uncovering some great medical phenomenon, or just the stark arousal she experienced when she thought of him picking out some poor defenceless girl. Somebody she may have walked passed several times. Torturing her. Getting aroused by the sight of her sobbing in pain. Merciless.

I rested my head against the wall of the escalator as the heavy feeling in my gut tightened the knots of adrenaline that pooled in my blood. The sudden ding of the system made my grip around the hot metal of my recently used gun.

state of berserk to further enhance the knowledge of his subconsciousness and self-awareness. He started to mentally prepare himself for battles of the future yet to come. In this perfect berserk state Mascious had found his power and some times glimpses of the future had come to him. It was in these waters glowing blue from natural bioluminescence that seemed to feed from his power and in turn gave him the glowing water to develop his abilities. His mind sometimes flashed back to his younger years when he had taken over the misty mountain and his kingdom of which he now controlled. During his years of servitude to Destroyer Apollyon he had developed a trust in which he was allowed to be close to him in times of vulnerability and when

Her heart had never pumped so fast in her life; not even when she stepped on stage for her first open mic night. Never. She could have used a couple of minutes to regain her composure. Heck, she needed a couple of days to recover from that kiss. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a chance to dwell on a newly developed crush. Odds were pretty good that she’d never see Mr. Man ever again. That feeling sank like a rock in her stomach.

“How many times do I have to tell you to let go of me?!” She screams sharply, tugging and pulling violently against the secured fist gripped around her delicate wrists that were leaving ugly, purple bruises and cuts on her colorless skin.

He first glimpsed the sun as it rose above the bell of a French horn.

In all of her life, Knight had never witnessed someone move with so much grace; even the Prima ballerina of the Russian Ballet didn’t move like Colin did, even that alone had made the young woman squirm visibly beneath her robe. The moment he touched her, when his hands held both sides of her face, she could swear that she had felt a shock of electricity shoot through her and awaken every single cell. The gentle massaging of his finger at her temples with drew a long, shuddering sigh. As he spoke, she nodded her head slowly, trying to will her wild heart to slow to match his own: it didn’t work quite as well as she had wanted. The tickling brush of his breath against her skin

Demons bled from the wound in the sky. The ground shuddered under them as they fell to earth. The acrid stench of piss and fear and death hung in the air, fighting with the smoke to choke all who drew breath.