The world was crumbling around me and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. It was like an earthquake in my soul, a tsunami in my brain as the neurotransmitters fired dopamine and serotonin. I had to admit that I was feeling pleasure in this pain, joy in this self-hatred. I had never hated myself more than I did now, but somehow that hatred...
Wow, this is going on longer then I’d thought. Not quite the finale yet, but enjoyable. Almost all sex in this one, so enjoy, the next one is going to have to be almost all plot development. The day had come and Hate, the vampires, and other assorted people of the night and evening slept. For some this sleep was deep and rejuvenating, especially for the vam...
He walks in with purpose. He barely glances at me. "Take off your skirt." His eyes are cold. I thought we were going out for dinner. He told me we were going to go somewhere nice. I raise my eyebrow and begin to protest but he looks unnerving. I do as I'm told. "You wore panties?" he mutters, incredulous. "Get. Them. Off." His voice is steel. He isn't ang...
As the blonde's girl slowly came to on the dirty bathroom floor, Hate continued to stare in the mirror, though the presence he had felt moments ago had vanished. It was not something the boy had enjoyed at all. It wasn't anything completely new, however. He had felt it once before in a powerful woman who he had believed might be his undoing, but in the end s...
Khala was too busy with her current task to notice the presence that joined her in the back of the club. To give hem credit, it was just a presence, for Hate had not yet taken his physical form, simply watching the scene from that inky territory that existed in the shadows. Even out of all the over-sexed vampires in Southton, she was by far the most lusty,...
I fucking hate you. The world around us never guessed what passion flowed between us; the flush in my face imperceptible when you stood behind me and softly growled, "I want you..." Colleagues and coworkers bustled about us, oblivious, as your hand crept up my thigh, under my skirt, cupping my ass, gently brushing against the swollen lips of my pussy. You...
I'm tired! I hate mornings, for that matter I hate evenings to. I hate him! Who? My husband of course….HATE!! HATE!! Why? Because, I'm an irrational, spiteful bitch. BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! If I'm the bitch, why do I hate my husband, it can't be his fault can it? Why can't it be his fault he's alive isn't he. Not that I want him dead, god forbid that, but...
Lying in bed, that lovely semi-dozing post-coital state, taste of cum in my mouth, my hair matted and damp from saliva. Nestled in arms that are stroking me softly. My mind ambles and gambols and twitters through various emotions and thoughts. "You know you keep talking about breaking me? Do you mean that? Do you think you could?" "Yes." Calm voice, not m...
You want my fantasies? You think you do. You ask me what I think about when I get myself off. I'm not sure you want to know. Oh it's you... it's always you. Ok, it's almost always you. Should I tell you about the other men that fuck me in my mind? I doubt that could be productive. I'm a good girl. I don't cheat. I don't lie to you... not ever. Sometimes thou...
I suppose before I tell you all this I should say straight up that I'm not a good person. I'm a killer. I'm a rapist. I enjoy what I do. I don't care what you think. I made a deal with a devil. I am owned by absolute evil. In exchange for tenancy of my soul, I became an link, one of a chain you meet in the eternal cycle of Hell. I'm damned forever, damne...