《》14.
Advertisement
Luca felt caged. His breaths became caught in his throat as he attempted to calm them, though nothing seemed to work. His skin was flushed and hot, the heat rising throughout his body, causing his hands to shake and his chest grow heavier then usual. He craved to rip the hair off his head and scream into the empty, cold air that was doing nothing to cool him down.
His sister stood next to him, her eyes widened in absolute horror as she stared blankly ahead. Her hand reached out to grab Luca's and she tightened their hold—their loud cries combining together and creating their worst experience ever.
The night they watched their mother take her own life.
Luca jolted awake from his sleep, his hands fumbling out and gripping onto the sheets, as he allowed himself to recover from what the dream that had swept into his mind and left him nothing but darkness and void. Tears moistened in his eyes, slowly creeping out and trickling down his flustered cheeks, mixing with beads of sweat.
He shoved his face into his pillow, and bawled his eyes out as his mind kept replaying the memory over and over again until finally, he got the courage to sit up and stumble out of his bed.
He left his bedroom and timidly and quietly, he tiptoed over to the room across from his. When he opened the door, Betsy was stuck in a deep sleep and he wondered if she ever dreamt of such things as he did.
He trotted over to her bed and pulled open the covers before slipping his body underneath and laying there in silence.
Betsy awoke to the shift in her bed and rubbed her eyes tiredly when she caught sight of Luca.
"Sup," she grumbled in a barely audible voice, turning around to face him.
Advertisement
They layed face to face, neither of them speaking a word until Betsy noticed the glassy layer that covered her brother's hazel eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concern washing over her features.
It was seemingly visible for them to see the other under the darkness that enveloped the room and pulled them together in misery.
"I dreamt of that night again, " Luca said, wiping away his tears as he let out a heavy sigh.
Betsy instantly knew what he was talking about and brought him closer to her body, hugging him tightly and never wanting to let go.
"I don't dream of that night, but it's always there in my mind like a constant reminder to say 'hey bezzy your mum's dead, ha sucks to be you'," Betsy admitted, smiling sadly.
Her words were an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere a tad, but there was nothing that could dry up the mood that became so prominent whenever their mother was mentioned. They just had to live with it, however much it pained them.
"I miss her so much, " Luca cried, holding onto his sister.
Betsy sniffled, her eyes burning with her own tears yearning to escape and she let them as they both held onto the other and cried themselves to sleep.
Advertisement
- In Serial11 Chapters
Accursed Gold
Ashley's always been out of place in the magical and human worlds, not neatly fitting into either, but over the years his managed to carve out a very comfortable space for himself, far away from the memories and horrors of his past. Yet memories of those horrors persist in his dreams, threatening to ruin the delicate peace he's built for himself.
8 109 - In Serial26 Chapters
Our Dreams Follow
He was tired. He lived in a loop: same suffering, same hatred, same ending.He was falling. He kept gaining and losing, gaining and losing: family, friends, love.He was dying. He kept falling asleep, dreaming of never waking up.What was the purpose of his existence? A mere observer of countless worlds, stories and people?Voices whispered in his dreams.“Wait for me.”He was waiting. But for how long? For how long before he tired, fell, and died?“Wait for me.”He was waiting. ~~~ Or, in other words... This is the story of a certain someone, who hopped from world to world, trying to return home. Until one day, the person who kept following him, caught him and locked him in her house.The clever youth, finding the house comfy, decided to stay. But that night, she threw him on her bed and regardless of his attempts to escape, he ended up getting eaten cleanly, until nothing was left.So, this is the story of a shy bunny being cooked into soup in different worlds.~~~ Updates are weekly, but if you wish to read new chapters weeks in advance, you can have Early Access on my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/eneidelisor ~~~ *Disclaimer: I do not own the cover image or any images in this work. The credit for them goes fully to the original artists.
8 146 - In Serial63 Chapters
Muddy Green Waters || Draco Malfoy
She is a Slytherin. But she is also a Muggle-born. Rosie Carter finds herself in a world where she's not wanted. Especially not by the Slytherin Prince himself.----A Draco Malfoy love storyFrom enemies to lovers*****TRIGGER WARNINGS:Contains mature language and sexual scenes throughout Mentions of alcohol misuse Violence, death and grief*****Translations in Spanish, Italian and German can be found in my reading lists on my profile.
8 190 - In Serial53 Chapters
She Is My Alpha | Good Boy x Bad Girl |✔️
❝She kills without second thought.❞•Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies."You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes.Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight.There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess.The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me.Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life."Mine,"•Completed ✔️MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF#1 in TEEN FICTION
8 441 - In Serial33 Chapters
Rooming With Royals ✔️
Highest Rank #19 in Fantasy. Four guys , hot guys rooming with you and that's not all , they're princes. Supernatural princes. As if that wasn't enough , I might as well have feelings for one if them. But he'd never notice a girl like me. Afterall , he's a demon prince soon to be king and I'm a normal human; aren't I ?Cover by AverySummers.
8 181 - In Serial67 Chapters
Black Heart (GirlxGirl, lesbian)
Have you ever felt so broken that you couldn't pull yourself out of bed and continue to live your life like you used to. A simple task such as tying your shoes already seems like a huge burden on your account. Struggling with yourself because everything around you doesn't matter anymore.That's mainly because she broke my heart. Who knew love could turn a person around. Who knew love would hurt this bad. Who knew love can make you feel numb. A simple word yet it has an enormous impact in everyone's life. Everything happens for a reason, and I'm not blaming it all on her, though there are things you just wish you could take back and redo because of the feeling it gave you. And because of those traumatic event, I turned into a complete opposite of me.Well, that's until I met...her. You'd think that I've learned my lesson but she's different. I'm that cold-hearted until she drop down here on earth and save my miserable, sorry ass. A girl who doesn't know how to give up.A girl who's filled with happiness in a way that if you stare at her, there's this feeling you can't explain and it just lightens your mood. A girl who's friends with everyone because of her pure and innocent soul.A girl that can certainly light up a god d*mn world with her personality....And a girl who made me feel again. A girl who made me fall in love again. A girl who made me forget all the things that I've been through because she made my present more than just worth living, and my future to be worth looking forward to.And she made me fall in love with her harder than anyone did. Harder than anybody could. And I wouldn't mind to fall over and over again if at the end of the line, she's there to catch me.
8 244