LOGIN"You are mine and I am yours. Forever." . . . Struggling to keep up with her newfound life, seventeen-year-old Cheryl Wood feels exhausted. She feels isolated and left out by her own family and craves attention. A seductress in making she turns to sinful activities with men who are forbidden to her. She finds a thrill in her life by doing so and accounts herself alive in those blissful moments. In her new school, she finds herself a friend. Friendship has always been a difficult task for her. She appears emotionless and hollow to people. Her love for painting attracts the attention of a handsome man who couldn't help himself around her. Could she let go of her past life and live in a brighter present or is she going to end up destroying everything she ever touched?
View MoreI ate the dinner in complete silence that's how I prefer it anyway. Food tastes a lot better when you concentrate only on eating or that's what I have started believing. The pasta was delicious but my mind was preoccupied. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I pierced the penne pasta with my fork and grabbed it between my teeth, swallowing it while licking the sauce with my lips.I bit my lips and my eyes automatically made its way to the man sitting in front of me, looking delicious in a cotton T-shirt
I never really had any friends or say people who I could simply trust without thinking twice. Elena and I became friends somehow. Miraculously, she liked hanging out with me and for the first time in my life, I felt someone genuinely wanted to be a part of my life. I told her about my family a little to keep her curiosity at bay. She didn't find anything wrong with my family life and I was glad because I never want her to know the ugly truth. I left out most of the unpleasant parts and told her it was a mutual divorce between my parents and that my stepmother is a wonderful person. I’ve always been a good liar and bad habits don’t really die easily.In between conversation, I
I was in a dream-like state where my hands were smeared with different colours. The room was dark, only the lamp luminosity was enlightening the canvas and for some time the voices in my head stopped and just watched the dramatic unfolding of art in front of them in a quiet whisper.I was trying to paint once again to stop the itchiness of my fingers that so desperately wanted a feel of the toxic powder. The craving never truly goes away but I’m getting better at controlling it every day. I might h
"Tell me, red dress or black dress?"Elena asked for the tenth time and every time I answer her she removes the other dress and replaces it with another one and the cycle keeps on repeating. While she was struggling to decide I was busy wondering about the person I just met. His eyes are going to haunt me in my dreams and I'm never waking up."I think red will suit you. It goes with your blonde hair."I suggested while loo