Once, Monica worked as a night shift nurse. As far as hospitals jobs went, it wasn’t a particularly stressful one. She was the lone nurse on duty in the short-term recovery ward. Most patients in this ward were discharged in a matter of days, perhaps a week or two at most. Monica spent most of her time at the nurses’ desk, sipping coffee, scanning the personals ads in the newspaper and updating patient charts. Otherwise she answered the occasional calls for water or painkillers, or rambled
Tag: dark romance
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On the verge of hyperventilating, Allie studied his rugged face, obscured by his shaggy dark hair and an even darker fringe of shifting shadow. His eerie light eyes reflected the meager glow from the kitchen downstairs. She was alone in this cabin. All alone. No one was coming to save her.
If she wanted a way out of this, she’d have to save herself.
When he dipped his head to kiss her, she narrowed her eyes and head-butted him square in the nose. Cartilage and bone cracked. Blood spurted.
“FUCK,”
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I took my time in the shower that morning, letting the warm water sluice over my skin. Letting the steam envelope me. I felt like a goddess under the spray. I felt like Venus wreathed in swathes of balmy mist.
The diamond droplets beaded on my breasts, in my dark curls. The beads of moisture slid shimmering down the flat of my belly to disappear between the folds of my thighs. I chased after the water with my hands. I slicked my hands over my neck like a lover’s. I rubbed over my breasts until
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When Allie stumbled upon the wolf in the moonlit clearing—chomping on the carcass of a beautiful doe she’d been watching from the deck—her heart slammed into her throat.
The flashlight quivered in her bloodless hand. For a second as she was walking up, she thought she’d seen something else crouched over the deer—something her mind struggled to process. Something which in that brief flash had looked more man than beast.
Yellow eyes snapped up to her over the steaming corpse. In the light
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“Excuse me—excuse me…oops! Sorry about that…”
Juggling an armful of hard seltzers, Melanie shouldered her way through the throng of festival goers, shouting and stumbling as she went. The wait had been so long at the drink stand that the concert was nearly at an end. It was well past midnight now—pitch-black and muggy and roaring loud.
Melanie hastened as best she could through the din and the darkness. The distant glare of the stage lights through the haze of fog and pot smoke was all