“Yes, Clover, I am,” Damon said studying me very carefully. “Clover, would you give me the honour to cook breakfast and dinner for you every day and to be able to wake up to your beautiful face every morning?” He pushed aside a part of my curly hair so he could see my eyes. Tears began to fill again as I felt so overwhelmed with joy.
“Yes,” I said shaking my head vigorously. “Yes.” I jumped onto him, giving him a hug. “I would very much love that.”
He pressed a kiss on my lips. “Well, when you return from this business trip, we will start packing your apartment up. How does that sound?” I kissed him again with the brightest of smiles, so comfortable sitting in his lap as I embraced him.
“That sounds really nice,” I gasped through another layer of tears. Crying. I was crying so much, but tears of joy. This man who had strolled into my life so unexpectedly had me hanging from his every word.
What is love?
Anonymous
What is love, or should I say, what is ‘being’ in love? It is a place where I witness my own demons. I can manage to make this person laugh, as they do the same for me. When I see their smile, or their sadness, it changes my mood and experience of the whole day.
I am scared to see myself changing, to adjust, to adapt to them being in my life. Never have I catered so much for another. My demons, my jealousy, my non-charming ways slip out before I can apologise or even understand why I am pulling such ugly words and expressions.
I love this person and yet I can so easily turn jealous. Why am I unable to keep my composure, to settle for reason? How does this one person’s body and mind stimulate me so? I make love and experience a real connection with this person, and would fall to my knees in a heartbeat for them.
I must be both sensitive and strong for them. In trying to please them, I realise it is so I can please myself. I love this person and would do anything for them. So to be in love, I believe there is no answer. And there never will be. It is ever progressing, we are both ever changing. We are evolving together.
I cannot control these ugly emotions, because I cannot control my overspilling of love I have for this person. And if I feel it is endangered, then my love speaks for itself. I love you, and am in love with you. These are the words I will say everyday as I look into your beautiful green eyes and know that these are the eyes I want to look into every day for the rest of my life.
This is my love and personal growth, what is yours?
Epilogue
I held the gold card firmly to my chest, excited for what it would reveal. Damon looked at me in amusement before insisting that I use my card to open the door. I slipped the card down the slot and entered the pass code Damon had told me. With a small click, the door slightly opened. Damon pushed it open, revealing a large white marble kitchen. It was massive, with a blue island bench in the middle. On my left was a long dining room, which had nice blue vases with fake flowers in it.
Beyond the kitchen was a large living room with a plasma screen and leather lounge. Behind it was a coffee area with a wooden coffee table and comfy beige sofas. The main lights were turned off so only the light white ones were shining around the cinema area. Down the hall on the right were three guest rooms and a bathroom. The rooms were so large that even the king-sized beds in them didn’t make much of a difference. In between two of the guest rooms was a medium-sized study nook.
“Is this your study?” I asked.
“No. Come along and I will show you our study,” Damon said, grabbing my hand and pulling me back through the hall to the dining room and kitchen. There was a large room at the end, behind the white staircase. A large study as big as two of the guest rooms combined was revealed with beautiful wooden desks and leather chairs. Around the room was wooden shelving with numerous books. In the center were a fireplace, coffee table, and beige sofa set.
“You can set your desk up later,” Damon teased as I looked at the furthest one away in awe. Damon led me up the stairs, where we were greeted with luscious white carpet. It seemed to be another lounge room of sorts with a coffee table, another television, and sofas. Behind me were large open windows and a gym area, with so much equipment I think my mouth opened in shock. Not giving me much time to admire it, Damon escorted me further through the apartment.
“Come on,” Damon said with cocky smile, leading me between two rooms which were arranged according to an open plan design. He opened a door, revealing a large, lightly dimmed room that I assumed to be Damon’s room. Well, now I suppose it was our room. There was a large wooden bed with a bold red carpet beneath it. Across from the bed was a large television, in the corner a comfy lounge chair. There were glass sliding doors, which indicated there might have been a veranda outside.
“I had to cut the room size down so I could fit in your own walk-in wardrobe as well,” Damon said, leading me through the sliding door on my left. My hand tightened around his. Make the room smaller? It was already enormous how it was. Walking into the stylish room, my mouth opened in shock. “This is huge, Damon!” I gasped. I never thought I would be one of those girls that begged for a walk-in wardrobe, but now that he had given it to me, I was never going to let it go.
“Mine is on the side of the plasma,” Damon said with a smile as he led me back out. Directly across from us was another sliding door. The door wasn’t too far away from the bed. He opened it, revealing the most glamorous bathroom I had ever seen. There was a white marble floor with a splash of beige and red, a corner jet spa, and beside it, a large shower that could probably fit ten people.
“This house is insane,” I said, nibbling at the side of my finger.
“It’s an apartment, Clover, not a house,” he replied with a cocky grin.
“Ha ha, very funny, Mr. Brogardt,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I honestly think I will get lost in here.”
“I will leave breadcrumbs leading from the entrance to the bedroom so you can find your way,” Damon chuckled through a kiss.
“I’m not a lost child,” I slapped him on the chest.
His blue eyes were pooling into me with such wickedness, I knew what was on his mind. “So out of all the places in this house, which is your favourite? Or should I say, which is your favourite position?” I teased with a smile, walking out of the bathroom. He slapped my bottom, chasing me out of the bedroom as I squealed and tried to run away from him. He quickly caught up, grabbing me and throwing me onto the white sofa in the lounge room.
“I don’t think which room or position that comes first bothers me. After all,” he said, lifting my shirt and kissing lightly along my stomach. “I will have you all to myself in every single one of them. He nipped at my stomach, arousing a small squeal from my lips.
Yes we would, we would love each other so much more and spend the rest of our days together. This was our home. It had been an emotional ride. But no matter what way we got here, and no matter how many steps we may have strayed off the path, Damon and I were moving forward together.
About The Author
Kia Carrington-Russell is a young author working on her first series: “The Three Immortal Blades”. Kia began writing at the age of fifteen in high school-finding that all her warped and strange dreams were giving her a fantastic new world-and since then she has never looked back.
Kia was born in a small town in Australia, moving around a lot at a young age until finding a stable town where she finished her schooling. Kia found herself enjoying and expressing herself through poetry, short stories and writing, photography, painting and drawing. All these mediums help Kia express the different world that she is so fond of.
In ‘Senior Art’ Kia focused on feminism and female empowerment; exposing through her work issues and concerns that many people would rather just “sweep under the rug”.
In one art installation, Kia made a bed out of Pokémon cards-the concept being that when she slept a new world would come to life and it was the only one she saw and constantly lived in.
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Possession Of My Soul: The Three Immortal Blades
Karla Gray is an ordinary young woman that is taken from her mundane life into a world of blood lust as she begins to struggle with a unique ability. Karla is a Shielder; an exceptional fighter born with the rare ability to project a Shield for protection. However, Shielders are not the only kind that possesses such a talent. The Shielders battle a war that has been raging for centuries against Starkorfs, who harvest humans and Shielders alike to obtain a near immortality.
Alongside the charming Lucas and selfless Paul, Karla must unravel the purpose of her curse and battle an unknown presence manipulating her thoughts; a mysterious woman who may be dormant for now, but has every intention of possessing Karla-mind, body, and soul.
Within this new reality that Karla faces the search for the Three Immortal Blades begins.
Possession Of My Heart: The Three Immortal Blades
Awarded ‘Best Cliffhanger of 2014’ by the Paranormal Book Club.
After the great fight between Tyran and Misfeata, Karla’s body is recovering. Misfeata has manipulated and possessed her body — now, she lies dormant. But for how long?
Paul and Karla continue to venture into the unknown. Karla is in pursuit of her parents, as well as a cure for her body in which Shielder blood now resides. She must find a cure for herself both physically and mentally as she struggles with the morals of this very different world.
As Karla tries to avoid the war, she inevitably drags Paul into dangerous circumstances. A rare Elemental Breather is after Karla and out for war, but why? Now, not only combating the Starkorfs, Karla must contend with the Elemental Breathers and her own fighting spirit.
In this time of hardship, Lucas comes back into her life. He is also targeted by the strange Elemental Breather, Taskatae, who calls herself ‘Mother.’ After his betrayal, Karla must learn to trust him again as he reminds her who she truly is now.
Can she survive the constant battles from not only the physical world but from within? For a while Misfeata is dormant; Karla must try to keep hidden her true feelings. Karla is in turmoil as she faces who may truly possess her heart.
Phantom Wolf
Sia is a Phantom Wolf. Neither dead nor alive—and rotting from the inside—she is on the edge of her curse. Once a Phantom Wolf has been created, they hunt their blood pack and slaughter all their loved ones. Except for Sia, who woke years after her death to find herself rampaging through the land on a lonely path. She continues to run from the rival pack that hunts her because she is a Phantom Wolf.
Attracted to a scent, Sia finds her old best friend, who is now a grown woman. Having once saved Keeley, Sia takes the role of protector yet again, despite Keeley’s involvement with the mysterious Alpha, Kiba, and his kin brother, Saith. An ambush separates the pack and the four of them blindly fight the new warriors that attack them: desperately needing to find out where the attacks are coming from, as Sia has vowed to protect Keeley. But at what cost?
Now being chased, Sia finds herself conflicted by the mortal and spirit world while trying to protect her kin. Sia must confront her fears, as well as the human lover who killed her many years before. It is not only survival Sia contends with, but her own façade that must be broken so that she may find peace within herself once more.
Sia
Eighteen years have now passed since the Phantom Wolf, Sia, faced her greatest challenge when she was forced to kill her lover, Kiba—the rightful heir to the throne. Sia murdered the dishonorable King Taleb for his transgressions before resting in peace among her Spirit Pack.
Saith and Keeley now rule over the Kingdom, endeavoring to restore peace and allegiance throughout the land. Their actions are clouded in secrecy so that their daughter—whom they named Sia—should remain protected and unaware. But what are they preparing for?
Sia, now almost eighteen years of age, must face her own journey to discover the mysteries her world has to offer. In order to uncover her true potential, Sia must confront her feelings for Trim. When her name is called, she sees him cringe as he remembers the love he once held for the Great Phantom Wolf before her.
Mistrust and lies decay the Kingdom’s solidarity. Sia’s curiosity is piqued by the fear that shadows all wolves: the threat of the humans. So what happens when she comes across one?
Token Huntress
The sun’s light dimmed many centuries before; now in the year of 2,341 rampant vampires now stalk their victims in a half-lit world. Humanity has been overtaken by a new society: one comprised of vampires, the supernatural beings that hunt them, and the remaining humans they fight over. The laws and rules that once bound our world have long since been lost. Now, the Hunter Guild struggle to stay one step ahead of the Vampire Council.
Esmore, Token Huntress, has exceeded all expectations at only 18 years of age. She is fearless leader to her team, and she is relentless in her pursuit of the enemy. There is only one problem: Esmore is struggling to repress the growing darkness that seduces her from within. Esmore takes another step into the darkness when she encounters a teasing, tantalizing -- utterly unignorable -- vampire.
The lines between right and wrong are blurred further as Esmore gives into her temptation, and her reality becomes deliciously tainted both with evil and with lust.
Aroused: Taming Himself Series
Remember my name because you will be begging me for more. This is my promise to you.
Meet Hayden Zilch; Self-made entrepreneur, sports manager and investor. Cocky, tantalising, and an utter womanizer. He is a man who love’s the taste and pleasuring women and can show you the world you have only fantasied about.
So what happens when the womaniser decides on the mission to find only one woman to love and taste? Starting off with a list of five women, Hayden is in for a shock to find out the different agenda’s and desires’ of these women; that differentiating from sex to a relationship is totally alien to him; and how to choose just one.
Starting off the five book series, Taming Himself, prepare yourself for the laugh, sex and adventure of Hayden Zilch Taming Himself.
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