"You are mine," he said, crossing tenderly his arm around my body. I was speechless, I tried to feign he had no power over me but my body betrayed me. Tighten on his chest, I felt relieved and appeased, I just wanted to rest and never get out of the room, until I heard a voice coming from nowhere waking me up from this nightmare. Yes, It was a nightmare. How could I take pleasure wrapped in this man's arm? He was the son of the murderer of my parents. Even if my heart was claiming him, I should remember I had no place for such a feeling. I would struggle with my being to piss this sentiment aside. They would pay. His father for killing my parents, and him for being the son of this swine. He had to pay for his father's sins. My mind had to overpower the emotion I felt
Days and years have gone by, and I am alive fifteen years later after being witness to the murder of my parents by this f**cking Wilson family. I h...
It was just a door that separated me from my aim, separated from my evil by some footsteps. I would be in tête à tête with them after crossing the ...
"Dad..!" I said when I entered the room.I wanted him to acknowledge my presence before I should move to look for my mate in the hall.As I crossed t...
A few weeks later.Days had passed and Addams was finally at home, already restored, he had more vivacity than on the first day I met him.We spent a...