murder-he-wrote:
Just got a chocolate. Bit into it expecting it to be coconut. Turns out its banana caramel.
My life. Basically. Hahaha
//Finally! A ship besides Violate! People that used to be here wouldnt do anything but they’d get mad that there was only violate. They said “it’s all about them” no, no one makes an effort to get your character a love interest. But now there are a few blooming. So happy.
Matt, hurry your ass up, Violet sent the text in a single click. She could search through her contacts without even looking now. She only had a few numbers in her phone, now that she didn’t really converse with the living. It mainly consisted of her friends, Matt, Leah, and Gabe, and then Taylor and Morgan. She also had neighbors, like Emma, Constance, Gage, Alice, Melanie and the people living in the house. The small, rare community that knew the truth about her… And the lie.
As she waited on the porch for Matt to show up to hang out, Violet went over her usual guidelines. She’s staying in the house because her parents kicked her out. Harlow’s the reason. Teen pregnancy was a huge no-no in her household. Tate’s her ex boyfriend and the father of Harlow. He’s always around because of his daughter. Violet is home schooled. There. Perfect. That was the lie she had to use on the breathers who were blind to the truth. Matt was sweet and pure. If he ever found out, Violet was sure it would break him.
rubycollins-rpg:
wilted-violet:
I had the same dilemma… Suicide, wanting to escape forever only to be trapped here for good… When did you die Ruby?
I can’t remember exactly the date, it was on year 2010, I think. I can’t give you an exact date. What I remember is that no one was living here when it happened. I decided to hide from everyone, until now.
I wasn’t living here, just ran to this place thinking I would disappear eternally, but I was only wrong.
I guess that was right before I moved in… How come you haven’t shown yourself until now?
i-prepare-for-the-noblewar:
He broke. “I do want to be with you! More than anything—you know that!” He went to her, his hands cradling the back of her skull—his fingers getting lost in her deep, honey locks. She was making him go insane. Go, stay. Civil, fucktoy. I want you. I need you. Please. I beg, I beg. He didn’t understand. He searched her eyes but found no answers.
“There’s nothing to get,” Tate’s voice broke a little bit as it softened an octave. “There’s nothing to get…” He couldn’t stand it any longer. She was right—she was giving him what he wanted: her. Throwing herself onto a silver platter and having herself served up like a fine dish. Like a starving man, he couldn’t turn it away. He would die. He could go angry no more.
With a tight grip on his reins, he kissed her with only the slightest hint of hesitation from his lips. He wanted more, needed more. The rope snapped and he was free. Tate’s lips moved with a greedy desire that he’d had caged up for weeks now. The bars were rusting and he was ready to ravish the object of his affection.
Violet’s heart dropped in her chest at the thought that her would reject her. When they’d broken up, he’d said it was great because he could have anyone. Now the thought that he’d find satisfaction elsewhere, that she had to share her toy… It bubbled up inside her. She took full advantage of him when he broke.
She just needed to remind him that he was hers. Tate belonged to her and he would always be hers. Not Morgan’s, not Adrienne’s, not Lucy’s. He had yet to learn that, and for the first time Violet saw the sole purpose of what she was doing. Like a dog she would train him. He’d no longer have her on a leash, he’d no long have that power over her. Sex had always been the thing he used to hurt her. Every fight, every breakup. Sex. Now Violet could control that. If she did, then he couldn’t use it against her anymore. He wouldn’t be able to hurt her, and someday they could be together.
Violet pressed her self into him, her fingers curling into his curls with an iron grip. Their feet moved together under the force of their weight until Violet was pinned against the dresser. She roughly bit his lips, pulling away for a moment to breath before she ripped her shirt off. This was her game now. Tease him. Take him to the very edge, and when she was just in his reach, she’d pull away. She wouldn’t give him what he wanted, she’d be in control. But not just yet. Violet didn’t have him where she wanted yet.
She pulled his lips back to hers.
(Source: wilted-violet)
