Creative Writing: Is Prince Solo Going To Die?

Louis slaps his hands away, not wanting to be touched at the moment. He feels disgusting.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, awkwardly refusing a hug, jokingly.

"Are you sure Taya?" He reached out and grabbed my arm and held it between his fingers, rubbing my soft brown skin.

“Luke. Let her go,” she growled slowly. Luke just smiled and violently pressed his vicious blade, Backbiter, to my throat.

"Noo" She groaned, fighting the two older girls. "It's hot." She weakly pushed their hands away.

"Okay, I guess," she muttered, trying her best to ignore his gaze. She felt his clammy hand being

“Let go of me” Connie screamed trying to pry his long fingers away from her but only scratching her own arm in her attempts.

He grumbled something incoherent, and pulled her into a spooning position. “Stop running from me.” He gently scolded. “Stay.”

“I’m not sure I can do whatever it is you want me to do.” I stared at my hands, nails clipped short to stay as clean as possible.

Her heart once again sped faster, "I don't know where to begin." she admitted as Razio said she could ask all she wanted. "I have countless questions, but it's like my mind is fuzzy. Maybe its the champagne," she smiled softly and looked back up into his eyes, "Can you feel my touch?" she asked as her fingers slowly traced the line of his

“I'm not looking for marriage” she rubbed the nape of his neck before going in for a

"Goddamn woman, chill. I'm right here you don't need to sh—" Teddy cut off her statement with a hug, but was also very careful not to touch her

“Nothing.” Cecelia shook her head but the small smile didn’t leave her face as she smoothed out her dress and faced a small, plump maid who looked like a well-padded cushion.

And that is where he placed his unwelcome touch now. On her pretty, bare flesh. "Is that better, mummy?" he asked, with a bit of a crude little

“Look at me.” She grabbed my face, her razored nails digging into my soft cheeks. I timidly lifted my eyes to hers, furrowing my brow.