Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends...“Make sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed.
~ Kenya Wright
He smiled and captured my hand..... I attempted to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip just a little and kept my hand encased in his. A warmth spread through to me.
Me, following her home.Her, thinking she's alone.For hours, I watched her paint, sat in the darkness, and marveled.
He placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. “Just be careful, Red. This isn’t a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp the wolf’s teeth really are.
People called me, Lobo, which was Spanish for wolf.
She held her hand out in front of her. “Wait.”“No,” I groaned and then cleared my throat. “I mean okay, I can wait.
What are you most scared of?” she asked and I wished she hadn’t. I didn’t like admitting it.“I’m scared of dying alone.
Sorry. I would be bad for you.
Don’t ever try to leave me again.
There's always a price.
Compliments like that are only going to get you everywhere.
Women formed from black smoke come to me at night and they scream for me to not cut their throats or twist those tiny necks. They beg and cry. Then right at the moment when I can't take anymore, I rush up to them, slashing at the smoke with my hands. Do they go away? Never. They turn into familiar faces.
That was when my hard persona cracked and shattered into pieces. My hands shook as I wiped away all of the tears streaming down my face. The hysteria that I’d held in all night fled my body.
Blood is no longer flowing in my brain right now. It’s somewhere else.
You’re not going to start screaming sonnets outside my bedroom window, are you?”He winked. “I just might.
Give me another chance. Earlier tonight, you hoped I would be your first. I really did feel honored. I was just caught way off guard, so I fronted a little and rushed upstairs. But when I got to the top, I leaned back against my door and had to catch my breath. I couldn’t fucking believe it.
One should never believe the words I speak.
But my thoughtsbreed truthsthat my heartcan'tbare.Like Melody.
Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends.“Make sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed.
The most influential people you will ever meet were once held together by the encouragement of others.
~ Shannon L. Alder
… you were so worried about legal and illegal that you never stopped to think about whether it was right or wrong.
~ Terry Pratchett
