iamtrulyyours

Shuu's arms were wrapped around your waist. Hair like golden silk brushing against your temples as he nuzzled closer to your inviting warmth. Deep sapphire eyes staring down at your peaceful form a minuscule smile forming on his lips. After a night of passionate love making, where your saturated breath mingled with his and the heavy smell of blood and cum permeated the air and he felt his monstrosity sated. As his hands skimmed on the velvety flesh of your bare chest he could feel your heart thrumming beneath his palms a telltale sign that you were still alive. But he felt scared of the ticking time bomb that ruled over your entirety. You

||Drabble||  He always felt jealous every time Reo, Hayama, and even Nebuya receives a love letter. He especially hated it when the so proclaimed  Red Emperor receives one.  He felt his hatred burning deep within his withered soul. He felt jealous that every after game crowds of people lay wake beneath their feet. Grovelling and marveling at how awesome they played- Though they always win, it seemed like the never ending streams of awed people never seem to end. He was always left alone; watching by the sidelines. Watching his teammates bask in glory. They never took notice of him. If they did it only lasted for a moment.  He never admitt

 'Didn't mean to take you for granted. Didn't mean to show I don’t care. Didn't mean to throw away this once a life time of chance, being with you' Never in his entire life Lukas thought of leaving you, or ignore you to the point of 'you' thinking he doesn’t care. But what done was done, you had left. Never in his entire life Lukas felt stupid; for wasting all those times in the corner of his office, pushing you away at the back of his mind, and saying those hurtful words. "I'm sorry" Lukas silent pleas filled the air, over and over repeating those words. Tears gathering in his tired blue eyes, and falling down his cheeks. But y

Your hands started to numb from writing continuously in your (fave color) notebook. Your eyes also started to hurt from exhaustion, placing down your writing material on top of your Anatomy book; you rubbed your temples, hoping to at least ease the migraine. You looked at your phone to see that it is already 4 in the afternoon. Meaning that your boyfriend is still in class. Breathing a sigh you got up and made way to your kitchen. Your footsteps padded on the cold floor. 'It's starting to get chilly' grabbing the oversized varsity jacket of your boyfriend on the leather couch, you put it on and zippered it up. The familiar sent of your befr

Legend (NAME)→ Your name (name)→ Girls name "Sentence"→ Monologue "Sentence"→ talking "sentence"→ thinking 'He really hates me, huh?'  You thought sadly, blood began to pool around you, making your pristine white, dress tainted in red. You looked at the door before you hoping your fiancée would come and save you 'He won't come, why do I always hope he would, he hates me, it came already came from him, so why?' Tears streams down your face, the feeling of being hated by the one you love really packs a punch. Both of you were to be wed, when you turn 21, but it seems like it wouldn't be happening. 'At lea

Through the years of your relationship with him, you had fun. But not the kind of 'fun' couples usually do. Although Lukas never shows his 'love' for you through words. He  never fails to shows it through actions. After all action's speak louder than words. But everything changed........... Work. Work.  Work. That was all he did. As clean as Lukas intetionts were, something changed.  Days passed,  days turned to months, and each day his affections gradually thins. When was the last time he said 'I love you' in his native tongue? When was the last time he cuddled you to sleep?When was the last time your lips touched in a fiery passion? Months

A/N: Ahhhh it's been long since I've written a fic. I know!! No excuses.    (Last name) (First name) our manager, our strategist, our shoulder to carry the excess weight when we feel down, our family and friend the girl who lights up the room with her gleaming smile. But that ends the adjective of 'Our' She is MY best friend, a childhood friend whom I cherish, she is MY light as well as my shadow, she is the one I love but sadly she does not feel the same way. And I’m sure she loves someone else and that person is definitely not me.    (First name), Please (First name) look at me the way I look at you. All I want is just for you is

       Blood splattered and spilt on the cold tile floor, bodies deranged and mutilated. Their bite marks were not seen due the damage that a certain vampire caused. Rido Kuran, the pure blooded vampire that wants nothing but power and blood. And he left you untouched and unharmed and that scared you. "You should be grateful little doll that I left you unscathed" he said mockingly. He is clearly is at awe and exited at how your small frame shook with fear~~Venerable. And the way he said it and the way his sadistic grin shows left the poor girl scared to death and mortified at what's to come.    Trembling against the stained wall you managed

Rane-Chan this is yours XD I hope you enjoy this!!          Blood splattered and spilt on the cold tile floor, bodies deranged and mutilated. The bite marks on their necks were not visible due the damage that a certain vampire caused. Rido Kuran, the pure blooded vampire that wants nothing but power and blood. And he left you untouched and unharmed and that scared you. "You should be grateful little doll that I left you unscathed" he said mockingly. He is clearly is at awe and exited at how Rane’s small frame shook with fear~~Venerable. And the way he said it and the way his sadistic grin shows left the poor girl scared to death and m

The lonesome shadow who reaches for the light      Kuroko whom you left confused and baffled continued to stare at your empty seat thinking as to why you rejected his friendship, a frown made it's way to his delicate features as a simple question rang through is mind 'why?' It did hurt him;  For you to reject him so coldly after all he was used to it, to have no friends since he is practically almost invisible so he thought that you shared the same sympathy as him.  The door of the room slides open as you and the teacher went in, You hear the class murmuring wrongful  and hurtful words which added more pain to your already bruised heart