She wanted to say so many things to her. How perfectly beautiful she looked every day, how wonderful she smelled, when the brunette buried her head in her neck to consume her essence. How amazing her soft body felt when she touched her.

She wanted to say sorry for the things she’d said and done. She was happy to give the older woman finally what ( Read more... )

Too much

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She couldn’t say it. Not to her. When Miranda collapsed to the side, she just hoped it was over. She was actually sweating and panting heavily, but…

The weight on the other side of the bed suddenly shifted. Miranda didn’t turn around at first, nor did she raise her head.

Maybe her lover just needed to go to the bathroom. But when the editor heard ( Read more... )

Although it was in the middle of the day, the room was dark. Curtains were closed, no chance that any of the golden sunlight could sneak in.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed. The right arm and the left leg bandaged, as there was a slight bandage over her head. Her brown eyes were open, but the look was… empty.

Andreas Sachs was empty. There ( Read more... )

 
( Prologue )

Release my heart

So full of love

For her

I can’t last

Can’t take it anymore

Lead me away

From her beauty

Her skin so soft

It’s a crime

Her silky hair

Her intense eyes

Staring at me every day

Sitting at her desk

Acting so innocent

Please, oh please

Release me

I’m trying to fight

I want her

I crave her

Her touch

Her voice

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Andrea Sachs-almost Priestly knew she shouldn’t be here.

On the way to that place.

“Sometimes…” the voice echoed in her head. A warning voice.

The weather was stormy, Andrea drove carefully. Trying hard not to look into the mirror.

The trunk.

Her body was in the trunk. Andrea had just exhumed her a few hours ago, from the cemetery in New York ( Read more... )

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