Short Story

“My drinking is fine. Only reason I drink is because of my Mother. Ironic, is it not? Besides, I have talked enough about the damage that bitch has done to my life in our previous meetings; maybe you should pick on someone new. Like this guy,” Kyra responded, pointing to the tall and limber fellow sitting next to her.

An affectionate hand stroked over the top of his head. “Are you okay, baby?” a voice whispered from beyond the realm of Tom’s thoughts. “Do you wanna

Placing one hand behind Booker’s neck, Tom leaned back and steadied himself on the other. “Suck me,” he moaned as his hips thrust steadily back and forth.

The cleanest, good smelling, shiney bathroom he had ever been in. The walls were white like pearls, the floor looked like diamonds, and the appliances look like quartz. Overwhelmed with excitement, Rainsford removed all his clothes and hopped into the shower. He had been in the heavenly shower for half an hour, enjoying the water, his cleansing, and most of all: the smell. He hadn’t had any sort of bath since two days before his departure to the island. Only all of this had ended shortly. Rainsford had opened the curtains to the shower and there stood Ivan. He had blood coming from his mouth, and the wound to where the knife was flung into. He had been breathing most hoarse and hard. Rainsford had whispered, “Ivan?!” Knowing what he was here for, he could not go anywhere, seeing that Ivan as blocking the door and the window was too high up for him to jump. Rainsford just sat there, watching Ivan stand there with his knife in hand. Rainsford braced for what was coming. Before Ivan slowly walked to the chateau, he had lost a terrible amount of blood and was bleeding out at an incredibly fast speed. The floors were covered in almost blackened blood.

“You look… what happened…?” He shakes his head as if to clear his vision, then anger and drunkenness settle back in.

“what are you doing she doesn't want to be with you why would you just kiss her.” henry pushed peter to the ground and i saw a flash of guilt into Henry's eyes but it was quickly replaced with anger.”

He could sense he was about to take the blame for his and Tom’s progressing relationship and sticking his legs straight out in front of him, he folded his arms defensively across his chest. “So?” he muttered, his lower lip pushing into a moody pout. “A few kisses never hurt

“Thank you,” he whispered, tilting his head up to look you in the eye. It was dark but his eyes still seemed to shine and unconsciously, you began to lean in. Your arm snaked around Leo’s neck and, smiling, you pressed your lips against his.

“Yes,just one though I swear it really wasn’t great. I stopped after the first swig” he replied so low he had to repeat through his clenched teeth.

She shivered in his embrace, one hand coming up to cup his neck as she allowed her lips to roam his heated skin. Her other hand ran along one of the arms wrapped around her lythe frame. As if the sensuality of touch had become to much to resist. Despite the fact that she was just beginning to truly understand that.

"Oh no I understand completely. I mean I had my fair share of drunken nights, who am I to judge?" James chuckles drily. Neymar finds it hard to picture a drunken James. He seems too pure for this world to commit such tasteless acts. "What were you

Her crimson hair unfurled, blossoming like a brilliant swirling halo beneath the ripples of the pool. The bathhouse felt cavernous. There was nothing else but the two of them and the water.

“Yes, dear, you have a major problem. You will go to jail if you keep drinking and driving. Since we moved here your drinking has been a problem for years and has gotten worse. If there is something bothering you, we need to take care of it before it destroys our family. I love you,” he said and hugged her.

“I’m going to hell.” Louis grumbled. Harry frowned and reached for Louis pulling the boy onto his lap.

Harry had changed his clothes since they 'd left the stage and instead of the bright, floral ensemble he was wearing previously, he now wore a loose pair of jogging bottoms, an unusually plain white shirt and his long hair was scraped back into a lazy bun. Louis ' eyes met with Harry 's as he walked towards him with his arms outstretched. The two boys embraced one another, Louis ' arms were sliding around the small of Harry 's