Don't Cry for the Bad Guys
Logan whipped all the blood off his katana with a practiced flick of his wrist. “That was easier than I expected. It’s like they weren’t even trying at the…
Dry Eyes
Who I assumed was Venus stood in front of me haughtily. Her gray eyes shone brilliantly into my own dry ones. “You’ve kept me waiting, Alice. It’s time,” her…
Hazy Eyes
Scott’s car smelled of liquor and sex. My stomach clenched tight, threatening to empty all over his back seat, where I now was sprawled. My head pounded…
Lovely Eyes
Scott’s eyes raked across my flesh, forcing screams from my peeling lips. My body writhed on the slick sidewalk, burying small pebbles in my elbows. “Don’t…