Dark Ages 1457 - How do I look at y*u?

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• Love Beyond Death   Hey little demon, come out and play...

  ***MATURE CONTENT WARNING***Throwing her on the bed and with my pants already on the floor, I was onto her in the next second. Ripping those barely there pieces of cloth she liked so much to wear.

• Love Beyond Death   Don't give me ideas, Liz!

  ***MATURE CONTENT WARNING***I've gotten to the conclusion that the real curse wasn’t the blood, much less the damnation. Liz was the real curse, she's been my hell and heaven all these years. She had been my a

• Love Beyond Death   Open your eyes. Say something...

  I shivered from head to toe, and my mind was in chaos. Things got out of hand so fast I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t mean to hurt him, much less say those things, sometimes I just didn’t have a filter. I’ve been so hurt in my entire life, that I forgot I’m not the only one who had suffered in this life, lots of other people also deal with their own nightmares on a daily basis.

• Love Beyond Death   Then, I died.

  Wallachia, December 1476.Life has neither treated me with respect nor with kindness, and my existence has been a battlefield full of hate, fights and loneliness. I’ve been beaten, injured, judged, cursed, misunderstood, an

• Love Beyond Death   I didn't mean like that!

  The cold tone in which she professed those words took me aback, and involuntarily my body tensed and my hands became fists, and she noticed, even my demon raised his head in awareness, the need of dominating her rising in him. I didn’t expect that from her in any way possible, and if I wasn’t already shaken up enough by Anton’s news, now I’ve got speechless by her lack of emotions, but the worst was the painful tightness in my throat and the broken feeling that settled in my chest. In a speedy second my hands flew to her neck and long hair, pulling them down, so she faced me.

• Love Beyond Death   Out of my life with a snap of my fingers.

  When I heard the noise coming from the living room, I ran there to find him on the floor, pale as a sheet of paper, staring at the fire like if the blazes were ghosts haunting him. Since we found each other I’ve never seen him so out of his bearings. He didn’t answer me when I called, so I went to him, kneeling between his legs and sitting on my calf. I put my hands on both sides of his face, and it startled me how cold he was.