Without Light Ch.1He bought me for the taste of my blood and the pain in my eyes. Ever since my father left, I've hated men, so I knew I'd hate Kuroshi from the moment we met. I hated his powerful body and glaring red eyes. The way he'd wrap his arms around me and press those fangs to my neck. I hated how he'd pin me down and make me beg or hold me up and piss me off. I hated his sarcasm and his wit. The only thing I didn't hate? That fine line between hatred and love. That and well, maybe the taste of his kiss.
Chapter one: Hikaru
"I'm sorry, Hikaru. I love you. I truly do "
Her father's trembling voice whispered to her, somehow: dancing on the night's winds. She didn't recall the words in the morning, and nor did she see the man who'd spoken them. In fact, Heather Hikaru noticed only two things that day: the dark, empty halls of her suburban home, more lonesome than she'd ever known them And mother's tears: that steady, unending flow of pure, refined misery
Without LightWithout Light4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was just the girl who'd wandered too deep into the woods. And he, a fire-breathing dragon, hidden behind a handsome human face. Surely the two could never, ever Fall in love.
ShirenShiren4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
They play with the elements like toys, with magic in their blood, death at their fangs and life itself in the palm of their hands. Or something like that. It's not so cool when you're the girl being sold off to a Shiren. Even if he is really hot.
He had red eyes. I had brown.
Chains around my feet and nothing but a pricetag to my name.
As for him? Well he had a mountain of gold and a taste for fresh meat.
Let's just say things got interesting.
Without LightThe dragon prince hissed, "I think you've forgotten your place." Then leaned back down, powerful grip tightened, and licked the blood from her neck. Those fangs scraped, perfectly sadistic, reminding he could touch her, like no other human ever dared.Without Light4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
-End Sneak Peek!
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In accordance, I have shortened the chapters prior to four, with this first being less than 2,000 words. Less filler. More action. Just for you.
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Love at First SightPurebred in captivityLove at First Sight4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
112lbs, Height: 65siv
"The shining night's star," Chris read aloud, trying to pronounce the foreign name. "Estelle?"
The Pet within raised her beautiful head to look his way and Chris felt his whole body seize up.
He'd heard the term 'starstruck' but never understood it until just then. Yet this was something so much more intense: moonstruck, perhaps, in an almost literal sense. It felt as if something massive had crashed down and shaken his world to the very core. Suddenly he couldn't think, let alone speak, but felt only able to stare.
The glass case itself had been meticulously decorated to create the perfect environment. Soft, magically realistic night sky covered the three walls that were not glass, and the flooring seemed to be a cleverly disguised waterbed, draped in rich blues and blacks to mimic the dark, endless heavens, but even in this gorgeous environment, it was the breathtaking beauty of the showcased Pet that hands down
AyaHe was something new.Aya4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The first time I ever saw a butterfly. I wanted it.
In my hands. In my heart. Forever.
Why? Well who knows things like that?
When we met, the feeling was no different.
Like a moth to flame. Warmth at my fingertips. Fire in his eyes.
I wanted him, knowing I shouldn't touch.
He was stronger. Taller. Not a butterfly after all. Despite his name.
The moment I started chasing, he turned around, swooped right down
and caught me instead.
Love GamesHis whims: my amusementLove Games4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My heart: his goal.
His bed: our playground.
- A short poem for my Heather and Kuroshi
And just for fun, let's have a chapter excerpt too! This one's taken from "Without Light" chapter 11, though I think it's more suited to Ch.13: Touch, Taste and Overly Chaste.
Herein Heather tries to convince her dragon master to let her take a bath... by herself
Heather sat on Kuroshi's oversized, comfortable bed, simply watching him, yet found herself terribly nervous. He usually left, early, and didn't return until the morning. But tonight he'd mentioned something about tucking her in and stayed late. Apparently he'd read of the practice in one of his books, and wanted to try it, since it seemed something a good pet owner would do, but she wasn't sure she appreciated the sentiment.
Just what kinda books is he reading? Hopefully they were kid's books and not romance novels. Just what would 'tucking her in' entail?
The sun had already sunk low in the sky
Pain or nothing at allThe pain is burning me from the insidePain or nothing at all4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's flame slowly creeps over my body,
and sears my flesh and bone
What I'm fighting for brings such a pain,
but how is it worth it when what I'm fighting for isn't right?
I know either way I'll get hurt
Either way the pain will come,
but why do I feel so much pain now?
Why do I suffer when know what I am doing is right?
Maybe whatever I do is never right
Everything I do is wrong
But yet do I stop what I am doing?
I don't think I could
Sometimes I fear if I do,
I'll just lose everything else
Sometimes I think it's better to feel pain,
then nothing at all
Innocence No LongerWhen I close my eyes to this world,Innocence No Longer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my solemn present goes dark,
I'll remember the past when
sunshine had lit up my days.
When the world was just naive enough
for a hopeless romantic,
lost in a tide of cynical wit,
to find her way to that fleeting dream
she had always wished for.
When I hear that silver melody,
I'll tune out my background
until all I hear is white noise.
I'll reminisce the times when our lives
were one crescendoing symphony.
And you and I were always harmonizing
making the most of the music,
emotions volatile like the rhythm.
We composed songs mocking the future,
it seemed so clear, not a second away.
If ever my closed eyes rain tears,
I will remember when you were my sun.
With time fading like it was just yesterday
when you would whisper sweet everythings
I held onto to save me from drowning.
And if ever I feel suffocation
start to grip me by my neck
and start to paralyze my singing lungs,
I will picture your face in my head,
during a time when we both
I'll be your martyrgive me your painI'll be your martyr4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll bear it for you
give me your sorrow
I'll make you feel new.
give me your baggage
I'll set it afire
and when you feel low
I will pull you up higher.
tell me your secrets
I'll keep them forever
tell me you love me
for leave you, I'd never.
I'll stand by his graveLast night I watched him walk away, I couldn't say what I wanted to say. I knew he needed to know I cared, but I couldn't speak , I was far too scared.I'll stand by his grave4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found out this morning he'd ended it all, and I felt like I'd hit a brick wall. I heard he used his dads hunting knife and held onto our childhood pictures for all his worth.
I'll stand by his grave soon and hold roses in my hand. I'll fall to my knees, for I cannot stand. I'll cry until day is night. I've lost my life's only light.
Years down the road I'll still miss you, I'll wish I would have said those three simple words, all that was true. I wish I had said, "I love you."
Why leave me here with a broken heart? Why give up all I hoped to start? Why couldn't I say the words I needed? Though with me my knowing heart pleaded.