An interesting development. And I thought Mister B. was creepy. Maybe he was unknowingly.
These students are extremely ambitious, I'm exhausted only by reading their schedule.
Triplets made me think of an triangle.
And because I waited a little, I can simply click and read the next chapter.
We need more people to speak out loud. It's not necessary to put it in such nice words, but I'm sure it helps. *Scoot over on this soap box of yours* There is space for two.
I still utterly ADORE Ivan and how he pretty much rescued Nico from his hangover even though he's clearly still mad at him. 2. Landyn is still the bestest bestie ever. (Duly noted. )
Wait, on the piano? Well, at this point, I don't care where they get it on, just that they do it already.
Thank you, Thirdly! I always smile, without having begun to read your comment.
It couldn’t be uncomplicated, could it? (Nope.) It would have been out of character.
All that said, thank you for an undeniably hot reconciliation. My pleasure.
Nico squirmed in his mate's arms. "I can walk all by myself."
Diarmad gripped him even tighter, signaling him without words that he didn’t intend to let go. “I know. But you might not walk to where I want you."
Reaching his rooms, Diarmad maneuvered a hand free, opened the door, then kicked it shut behind them as soon as they were inside. Slowly sliding down his mate’s body, Nico gasped when Diarmad’s hipbone brushed his hard dick. Fuck!
Then he found himself pushed up against the do
Your poem gives me courage and will to face my own ravening creatures. This means so much to me, Parker! I was so angry when I wrote it. It needed to have a 'happy end'', as it was intended to give hope versus despair. We can do it!
Boxed
I thought I had you knocked out and confined
But here you are, animal, creeping out
From that secreted corner in my mind
Boldly showing off your hideous snout.
Poison drips from your writhing tongue, viper,
Corroding my hope with needle sharp teeth.
You aim at every dream like a sniper,
clog my lungs so I can no longer breathe.
I dare you, monster, to face me right here
I will fight you, dumping your slop again
until you once and for
I believe you're the first who said this so clearly.
Sometimes I wanted to scrap the whole story. What did I do? Why did I write this? It would be so simple...Easy to solve their problems. So why didn't I solve them? Save my readers and myself? Because life isn't logical. Because we tend to not do the right thing. We don't talk, when we should and we talk when we shouldn't. Yeah, and because we're huge idiots sometimes. Or.... I simply love, chaos, drama and mayhem. Chaotic good, remember with a dash of insanity, LOL. Thank you so much, Wayne.