Author Amy Romine writing as the STALKER in the Trust Me Series.
Hello my
dearest Aurora,
I have
watched you for hours, I know your face by heart, your twinkling eyes, subtle
smile and your enchanting laugh. You and all of your wicked charms excite me,
entice me and make me…want…
They all
pretend to be you now, starving for my attention they mock your regalia and are
easily destroyed in your defense. Their tears become the water of life for you
to drink at your leisure.
Ah the
yearning of a place of warmth within your embrace. Within the solace of your
eyes. He looks at you now. The other looks upon you fondly, behind the text of
muted words and stolen thoughts. He wants you as I do, we are brothers in that
regard, linked by a shared rising of hope. Will-less to your whims we sway
within your breath, within the curve of your supple body begging for the
smallest brush of fate to push us together.
The fates,
I have learned are cruel innuendos for retribution, revenge and jealousy. You
were marked by them long before my soul reached for you and now I am forced to
endure their demands. They have suffered and therefore you must suffer.
You must
scream, weep, beg and collapse motionless into oblivion before they will be
satisfied and even then the hatred will only hibernate for so long. The demands
of the damned are never ending as is the self imposed nightmare they endure.
You see
your suffering gives them hope, lifting them out of she blackened pit they have
thrown themselves in. Only you can save them, Rebecca. Only your spilt blood
can lift them out of he blackness completely.
In this is
my drive, my plight and I know if you knew the truth you would offer yourself
up willingly, cut through your own skin to lessen the tortured of another. Alas
it is not to be an easy cause and thus you are made to suffer as the damned.
I stand
here now, once again covered in the sacrifice of the wicked. Anticipating your
gasping horror like a erected cock being stroked by a glove of sand. It is
torturous and yet highly delightful in its ability to confuse the senses and
turn the pain into pleasure. Building until expulsion and lustful
gratification.
I am a
shadow in the light of your sun Aurora and I will bask in the glory of your
glowing seraphic body until the end of days.
Your
worshiping minion.
~
Serenity Lost Blurb: Their brief heated meeting one fateful night had singed itself into
their minds. Not knowing of the other's identity, but unable to forget,
had sealed their fate. The fire smoldered quietly in each of them as
they tried to move on with their lives.
Eric Stiles was in the middle of chaos, searching for a killer.
Hunted by an obsessed psychopath, Rebecca Gailen was trying to be strong.
The world stopped for a moment as they looked up and saw the other standing just feet away.
His heart lurched, her armor shattered and the world started again as Eric's brother, Charlie, appeared to take her hand.
Family loyalty isn't a choice. When Rebecca's stalker rages out of control, Eric's decision haunts him and he struggles to stay away. Can he remain loyal to his brother, even if it means abandoning Rebecca when she may need him the most?
Eric Stiles was in the middle of chaos, searching for a killer.
Hunted by an obsessed psychopath, Rebecca Gailen was trying to be strong.
The world stopped for a moment as they looked up and saw the other standing just feet away.
His heart lurched, her armor shattered and the world started again as Eric's brother, Charlie, appeared to take her hand.
Family loyalty isn't a choice. When Rebecca's stalker rages out of control, Eric's decision haunts him and he struggles to stay away. Can he remain loyal to his brother, even if it means abandoning Rebecca when she may need him the most?
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