Attention: This isn't the end. I also want to dedicate this chapter to my fateful commenter's cannd and aclassylady. Without you guys I probably wouldn't have kept this going so thanks so much for the idea's and comments I truly do appreciate it.
Why did I dream last night? Why were my dreams of happier times? Should I stop the dreams assaulting my mind right now?
"Ry, wake up, Ry baby come on."
Stirring awake, I open my eyes
Attention: I was gonna go full blown fucked up dark with this but I decided against it because I don't want to scare off my faithful readers. It will be a little itty bitty dark but nothing too bad.
I have been in this place for 30 days, 18 hours, 10 minutes, and 45...46 seconds.
I thought that the place could help me but I was wrong. I thought I would get to see Roo but I was also wrong. Between the ice baths and mental beat downs I was b
Attention: This will be the last flashback (I think). I hope that I have covered all bases with this, if not then please let me know. This may be a sucky chapter too, so um if you dislike it, I completely understand. Yup yup read up.
I stood outside of the club studying the way it looked, old but so fruitful. The way the sun shone upon it gave it an aged look. I was fascinated with it, with the way every curve made way to a crac
Attention: This is from Jonah's point of view. Sorry for the slow update have a horrible case of writers block. Hopefully this will help me with the other chapters.
It has been 4 years since I saw the man of my dreams. Ryan James was everything I ever dreamed of. He was charming, funny, understanding, and oh so stubborn. He was smaller than me so he fit so perfectly against me. When he would have bad dream he would reach for
Attention: This story finally gets heated. I do understand that it may not be sensible what they do but... Oh well. I would like to thank my faithful readers. I know trying to read my stuff is like trying to talk to a duck. It's sometimes hard to understand and you want to quit talking or in this case stop reading. So please I beg you to just hang in there, tell me your opinions, and keep the positive criticism coming.
The first three months were a whi
Attention: Sooooooo folks I am going to try and get into the groove of every other week to get these thangs posted but work is kicking my bootay. Also this may be crappy for which I apologize I just can't seem to find the right words for stuff. Yup yup read up.
Being shook awoke I open my eyes to scan my surrounding. I take in the soft glow of the radio, Jonah's musky scent, and his hand on my shoulder. I gingerly sit up trying to shake the empty feeli
Attention: No sex in this chapter, but next chapter will be a tad bit steamy!
The starry night that's painted on my room ceiling gives me some solace. I sigh as loneliness sets in again. Another night of just laying here. I turn over rolling over to the cold empty side of my bed, the moon light streaming into the room shining down on me, accusing me of god knows what.
I could have went out and found a man to help with these lonely nights.
Attention: This is present. Also please bear with me if there are some mistakes.
That couldn't be him. No I'm losing my mind. This isn't happening. He is not here in my dad's company, sitting there, with that ugly ass smirk.
The room is closing in on me, feeling as though someone put their hands on my throat. Blood rushing from body, my stomach hitting the floor, and my world crashing in on itself, I want to cry.
Attention: This is a flashback story sooo yay!
The day was August 24, 2007, and my family and I were having one last meal together. My father was so proud of that it come off in waves. My mother couldn't stop crying, my older brother was beaming, and my younger sister was pouting.
My brother Richard James III and I were always close. He didn't expect much from me but he set the bar of success really high. He's a heart surgeon and my fath
Derek leaned against the metal railing as his grey eyes passed over the crowded cafeteria. With the entire population wearing the same uniform he had to focus on faces in order to differentiate each inmate.
His gaze paused once it reached a particular table, and a small smile tilted his lips. It was the color of his hair that made him easy to spot. It looked like strands of wheat atop his beautiful head.
For several minutes he watched him covertly from where he st
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