Lela Marion
aspiring fantasy author
Lela Marion
aspiring fantasy author
aspiring fantasy author
aspiring fantasy author
Can you hear me?
Can you hear the way I knock against your ribs, thrum in your mind like an old forgotten tune?
Oh, do not ignore me, I am not so easily forgotten.
I play in the hilly fields of your dreams, dance among the veins of your desire, sing in the halls of your song,
I am the one thing you will never lose.
Do not discard me, you creature of fear, your heart so hardened you try to fo...
"I can't believe you're going with her!" Arabella shrieked, standing in the kitchen in her cotton nightgown with her fists tightly clenched.
She shook so violently, that the idea of her socking me in the face played out in my head.
The thrill of it tickled me to smile, but I composed myself, schooling my face into outright shock and smoothed into understanding with a furrow of my brow. Arousal ...
I was nervously sweating, I realized. The scent of salt filling my nostrils as beads of sweat formed on my upper lip. “What?”
“You heard me,” My supervisor spat, rubbing his temple with annoyance as he handed me the hard drive.
As I squeezed it in my palm, avoiding to look at it, I kept my eyes on his perfected suit, the angular lines of his black jacket, the solid red tie, and the slickness of...
My chest tightened, a hole forming in my heart as I stared up at my childhood friend, the Prince of Evermore, Henry. I pulled my hand from his grip, feeling his burning touch bruise my skin. “You what?” I gasp out, my eyes frantically scanning his tan freckled face, checking for a lie in those gold eyes. “I love you, Edith.” He smiled wickedly at me, stepping closer with a light tap of his dress s...