TRIGGER WARNING: This story includes brief references to suicidal thoughts. Reader discretion is advised. Watching Annabelle innocently admire the forest’s natural beauty from her spot on the ridge below, Lauren felt the deep rage, which usually swirled endlessly in the pit of her stomach, simply fade away. Relieved by the lifted burden, she descended the slope with a contented smile to join the youngest of the Klein family. ‘She’s beautiful,
With the sun throbbing down and Andrew acting as a human drain, it was a wonder there were any cold beers left in the cooler by the time noon broke by the lake. Nevertheless, by some miracle the mismatched group of sunbathers and swimmers still had ample booze to fuel their day and, not long after noon, Glenn took up one of the frigid bottles, popped the cap and took
The warm breeze meandering through the canopy added a chorus of rustling leaves and creaking boughs to the orchestra of the forest. A dirt path wound through the stands, frayed at the edges by swathes of grass, nettles and low ferns. It was seldom used, evidenced by the gnarled roots that riddled the path with wooden veins, yet as the orchestra played on two figures picked their way up the
Felicity had spent most of her morning indulging herself in all the things she never could while Andrew and the kids were around. To her delight, her husband had been gone when she woke up. She’d felt the bed rock when he left and heard him grunting as he stuffed his overweight figure into the day’s clothes, but she’d made sure not to stir save he strike up a conversation.
Pouring the smoothie into her favourite mason jar Paige stirred it with a paper straw. Clutching the chilly glass she took a long, refreshing gulp and gave a contented sigh. The smoothie almost made it feel like she hadn’t had an entire bottle of wine to herself the night before. It was her favourite thing to drink before her morning run: blueberry, raspberry and mango, with a sprig of mint
Pulling up among the crowd of cars the Kleins heaved themselves out onto legs seized up by the long journey. Stretching life back into them, they found they were the last family to arrive. Most of the other holidaying families were bustling about, exchanging hugs, shaking hands and chattering excitedly about the week ahead. Mr. Silva, predictably, was off to one side shouting down the phone. Cade, the moody Rivera
Tilting her head to one side as the door opened, Hayley tried to look sexy. Fingers tangled in her hair, she spread her legs just enough for the plaid shirt to ride up and give a peek at her lacey underwear. ‘Hey babe,’ she purred as Will caught sight of her, ‘how do you like my new outfit?’ Her voice dripped with youthful innocence and for one brief, glorious moment
Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Not only was she wildly beautiful and had a body to die for, her muscles were phenomenal. Huge and rounded, sliding beneath her soft, smooth skin, they were nothing short of mesmerising. If he was honest, he never wanted to look away. But then he supposed such an attachment was only natural given that mere moments before his own arms had looked
Dropping the suitcase onto her bed, Maddy admired her find. She had always loved vintage things and how they stood out from the crowd of sleek, modern items lining shop shelves and internet pages. They seemed out of place in all the best ways. As such, she had been attracted to them for as long as she could remember. Charity shops were always a good (and affordable) place to start.
Swinging at the boxing pad his trainer was holding out Dylan barely even saw what hit him. The writhing wave of magic blasted through the room with such speed it was gone in a bright purple flash and had ripped through both their bodies before they even realised what was happening. Shorting out the lights as it blazed through the room like purple fire, it left the room dim but
