Romans & histoires When Blank Bares His Teeth

Blakeley muttered and pulled Bryar into a hug. ********** AN HOUR LATER Blakeley sat in the hallway with Bryar in her arms, she ran her hands through her hair while Bryar played with her fingers. They were waiting for the doctor's report. Bryar suddenly looked up at her mother and noticed she looked away. “How are you okay with this?” Bryar asked and Blakeley looked at her. “I am not.” She replied softly. “How are you not crying? You don't even have an expression on your face.” “It's hard to cry.” She replied.

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he bared his teeth like a wild animal. I stopped in my tracks, this was it… this was Vane’s true colors, I always knew a barbaric animal lay under all that pretentious layer. I sneered and then a smile spread out on my face, I took a calculated step back. Vane took another one forward, “Am I understood? If you fuck with me!” He yelled that part out loud and then his voice dropped to a low whisper, “I will take away everything that you have built for yourself, gutter trash.”

How could I say no? I slowly nodded as I reached down and grabbed the hem of Blake's shirt and lifted it up and over his head, leaving his torso bare for me to stare at. He wasn't as big as Blair but was still muscular. There were no tattoos that I could see and with his clean shaven face and tight hair cut, he almost looked innocent compared to the beast that was Blair. His entire demeanor was different from his brother's and it excited me beyond anything that has ever excited me. My skin was on fire and my nipples were already hard from the anticipation of their pleasure.

I cover my mouth and wince in pain. Are my teeth falling out? I run my tongue across my teeth. Nothing seems to be wrong. Maybe just some subliminal guilt for killing this little rabbit. As if I couldn’t disgust myself more, I tear into the rabbit with my bare hands, blood smearing across my face as I shove the raw meat into my mouth. I feel like a wild animal.

Barrett snapped at Serena to leave, then instructed Tara to dismiss all the servants, allowing only his father and older brother to remain in the room. Lately, Barrett had been drinking more than usual. His complexion appeared sallow and haggard. His hair was a mess, like wild grass growing unchecked. His beard, likely only shaved a few days ago, had already grown out in a thin, patchy circle around his pale, cracked lips. To any onlooker, he resembled a wild, mangy dog.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

She flicked her hands and two dagger slid from her sleeves and into her waiting hands. Barbie ran towards the beast and jumped on it, stabbing her right dagger on its back. The beast roared but it was not affected by the stab at all. Blaise looked at its silver eyes. It was dull. It didn't exactly focused on Blaise. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at its eyes. Dull, empty, and non-focusing silver eyes with no pupils. A blind beast, he thought. It moved towards him again. "Come on, Barbs!" he growled.

Once he is finished cuffing me, Barren moves to the side and begins to rummage through his tools until he comes to rest on a small dagger. "This should do," he says, grabbing it and making his way back toward me. A gasp escapes me as he hooks it in the back of my shirt and then pulls, cutting the fabric so that my bare skin is exposed. "Your porcelain skin will look lovely covered in blood," he pants, placing the cold blade against my skin. A wave of disgust crashes into me at the excitement I hear in Barren's voice over getting to cause me pain. This dude was a fucking freak.

At least she’d have me a little closer when I was far away. I was still looking when I bumped into someone. My forehead slammed against a jaw so hard it sent a sharp jolt of pain up my skull. “What the hell? Who walks around with a jaw that feels like granite?” I grunted, clutching my forehead. When I looked up to apologize, the words froze in my throat. I locked gazes with stormy gray eyes… familiar gray eyes. Justice’s eyes. His features were undeniable, but something was off—he was dressed in an expensive Versace t-shirt, well-fitted jeans, and polished boots. Justice had never owned clothes like that.