Luke's back, and his mission is to fix everything he can, but little does he know he has brought trouble along with him...Kat's stronger than ever, but she's still broken. Will they fix things?Will things get better?But...Will they last forever?WARNING: NEEDS EDITING READ 'MUTED MATE' FIRSTCOPYRIGHT 2015
He held her fragile form up against the wall. Making sure to keep a strong grip on her. Her safety always his priority. He gently forced his way into her mouth, as she made a sad attempt at his mouth. He always forced his way into her mouth. It was like a drug, her saliva, he couldn't get enough of. He would scrape every crevice in her mouth searching for traces of its sweet taste. She started slumping forward and he knew she was running out of air. He broke the kiss looking into her eyes. She took small hurried breaths trying to look as if she had enough air. She never wanted to break the kiss so she would starve herself of air. But he would always notice her fragile body giving out. Her eyes made their way to his and quickly after looked down. She never looked him in the eyes when she felt like she had let me down. He moved one of his hands to her chin forcing his other hand to take all of her weight. She hardly weighed anything and he knew. He made her look at him tipping her head up.
NOTICE: no OCs Richard raised to the age of 6 from a insane clown and his girl. he was taken away and given to the Grayson's at the age of 9 there was a accident and he was then adopted but Bruce Wayne otherwise known as Batman now young Dick is now known as Robin in a team of young heros (Birdflash not in first chapter)
AMASIUS; noun | one's beloved; a lover.a series of oneshots exploring the relationship between a poor surgeon and a dreamy artist (and her sister!)..."𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚." - Albert Camus! i only own katherine and juliet hart !started: 10.5.24finished:
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I never had it easy.From watching my parents succumb to the horrors of a car accident to craving the healing presence of the man I love-my entire life-I had navigated through this messy maze I call my life with a shard of hope in my heart.Every day, I woke up, hoping, wishing, praying, that these trials would end and I would finally be able to smile without guilt gnawing at me for doing so. I would have that hopeful, grateful outlook I so fondly dreamt of. All that I had ever desired would be within my hold, and I would be happy.I would be free.Oh, how delusional I was.If only I had known back then that those horrors were just the first of many more to come.