Vincent Stone wasn’t just my obsession he was my addiction and I Kylie Bray wasn’t just his stepsister I was nuisance until the outfit kidnapped me.
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Kylie Bray (Excerpt 2)
“Sweet thang, I thought it was you.” Storm’s voice has me spinning so
fast I almost tumble and fall. Instead of falling and tumbling to the hard
ground and damaging my new dress and perfect skin, Vincent grabs my
arm, pulling me into his chest.
“This conversation is far from over Kylie, you and I are not done.” His
whispered words are heard clearly in my ear before he gives me a gentle
push.
Just as I right myself, Storm’s arm is wrapped around my waist.
“Miss me Sweet girl.” His words aren’t just a question to me but a statement and warning to Vincent.
Storm is territorial, he is claiming me like the biker he is. I think it is sweet, cute but really unnecessary.
It is Christmas and I don’t want to ruin anyone’s mood so I let it slide
and walk with Storm to the bonfire ignoring the man with the face that
owns my soul staring daggers into my head.
“Thought you haven’t seen the guy in a while.” Storm points out as his fingers flex around my waist.
“I didn’t, guess he decided to show up for Christmas this year, past him as I was leaving.”
He chuckles, “When I sent the invite didn’t think you would show.”
“Gotta keep a man on his feet if he wants you in his bed.” I drawl, knowing he likes it when I do that.
He shakes his head with a big grin to his face, “Does that said man get a kiss.”
I stop walking. We are on the corner of the farm house, the bonfire just on the hill with at least forty bikers. I hear their lively shouts and curses and howling laughs.
I look at Storm, slip my backpack off my shoulder and shove it in to his chest.
Storm laughs and I admit the guy has a really good laugh, who knew a biker could be so darn cute with dimples. More so today, I can see he is glad I made it, and I admit I am glad I came too. Though my reasons are very different. It is refreshing that tonight I, Kylie Bray have a man who is happy to see me. Even if it isn’t the one I want.
I move to carry on with our trek, he stops me by grabbing my arm in a gentle yet firm caress, his eyes serious as he looks at me under the
outside lights.
Storm drops my bag, pulls me by my arm until I am plastered to his body, capturing my chin between his roughened fingers.
I tilt my head, staring at him, I don’t think a thought and neither does he as our mouths meet in a languid dual of star crossed lovers. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and we kiss for the first time like we are more than just us.
Storm takes my mouth like I am his, and I don’t stop him. I don’t even allow myself an opportunity to come to my senses and slow things down.
I kiss Storm like we could have something, I kiss him with a false sense of hope.
That night was the night I would say Storm moved himself into my life.
It was on that day on the corner of the Satan Snipers clubhouse, under bright lights and watching eyes of a man that I didn’t know was watching
did the Satan Sniper’s vice president and I start our story.
I’m not going to say that it didn’t end well, I am not going to say that It wasn’t my fault he turned out the way he did.
Truth is, we are all pro choice, but sometimes our choices become duty,
sometimes those duties have consequences that alter so many peoples paths. Changes so many lives. Sometimes our choices are not our own, they are the outcome of peoples actions.
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I know I said it then, but when I look back on that day when they laid Reno’s soulless body to rest, I think of how empty those promises were.
I think of how stupid and naive I was to just believe that I could starve myself from that craving of such a poisonous drug like Vincent.
I tried don’t get me wrong, but trying and achieving is completely different words.
I can’t say whether it was just me that made the decisions that turned my life, because on one side it’s said that we are our decisions, we make them, we live by them, and I have, but looking back on my time I always wondered whether those decisions really were my own.
Papa once told me that sometimes our choices were intertwined with other peoples actions, we just couldn’t help but go with the flow hoping to be breathing in the end.
Like a natural path of life. I don’t know what to say to that.
Do I regret it now, no, I would have done it all again, the hurt, pain, loss, anger, I would’ve done every fucking thing again.
It was my heart that chose Vincent Stone how could I not.
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How could life tumble in turfs that are unravelling to the human mind , how could I succumb to this latitude of proportions that take me to this darkness. It’s breaking me. I keep believing that the world is whole , that my mind isn’t.
It’s like my soul is pushing me to this place I can’t see, but my heart is taking me somewhere else , to a place where I can’t fathom, how do I see it happening when my very existence is slipping from my fingers, when I look in the mirror I barely recognise myself. I am just empty, dying. I feel there are days where I want to end it, end this treachery of these unknown parts, I am scared. Oh god help me.
This weight is beating me down, taking me in. I breathe every second, telling myself I am human, I should feel something , but I can’t because every time I think, everytime I even consider it he goes and takes more lives, he says I am his muse , yet all I see in the mirror all I feel is a monster, a killer.
He kills them in my name, he takes their lives because they took me. He makes me watch, he forces me to accept it.
I know it’s wrong, I know I should stop him, but when he touches me something awakens in me that I can’t feel unless I am with him.
They say to be strong is to face your weakness, but how do I face him when he is also my strength.
I was raped , left to die, and there he was the man I have given my heart to, there he stood, the only person to see that I was dead the day I left that dock, I was no more. I was just a frosted robotic version of myself. I wasn’t the person who was captured all those months ago I was now Frost. A woman capable of much worse than him.
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Kylie Bray
How could life tumble in turfs that are unravelling to the human mind , how could I succumb to this latitude of proportions that take me to this darkness. It’s breaking me. I keep believing that the world is whole , that my mind isn’t.
It’s like my soul is pushing me to this place I can’t see, but my heart is taking me somewhere else , to a place where I can’t fathom, how do I see it happening when my very existence is slipping from my fingers, when I look in the mirror I barely recognise myself. I am just empty, dying. I feel there are days where I want to end it, end this treachery of these unknown parts, I am scared. Oh god help me.
This weight is beating me down, taking me in. I breathe every second, telling myself I am human, I should feel something , but I can’t because every time I think, everytime I even consider it he goes and takes more lives, he says I am his muse , yet all I see in the mirror all I feel is a monster, a killer.
He kills them in my name, he takes their lives because they took me. He makes me watch, he forces me to accept it.
I know it’s wrong, I know I should stop him, but when he touches me something awakens in me that I can’t feel unless I am with him.
They say to be strong is to face your weakness, but how do I face him when he is also my strength.
I was raped , left to die, and there he was the man I have given my heart to, there he stood, the only person to see that I was dead the day I left that dock, I was no more. I was just a frosted robotic version of myself. I wasn’t the person who was captured all those months ago I was now Frost. A woman capable of much worse than him.
“What?” I didn’t recognize that soft note as it left my mouth.
I was standing in front of this man, who I had loved even though he had time and time again hurt me.
His face froze in a harsh angry scowl, and he was hurting me, with words, but they still cut deeper than a punch to the gut and I was allowing it.
Why?
“You pathetic, pining like a little bitch in heat, embarrassing me at my cousins funeral.
I’m going to tell you ONE time, I. Don’t. Fuck. Little girls! , so stay the fuck away from me.”
I flinched at the grit and harshness of his tone and the proximity of his suit covered body.
His words, It was too much.
Did Vincent not understand that he tore me apart when he opened his mouth.
His transfixed harsh eyes glaring at my sappy ones told me that he understood it very well but just didn’t give a fuck, because I was nothing to him.
This was it.
I would no longer love this man.
I would learn to move on from Vincent Stone.
How could I not, when it was obvious he loathed me.
He was a made man and I was just a nuisance.
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To all of you guys who have long awaited Kylie’s story the first chapter will be released this week globally of course😏.
This story isn’t your average read. If you guys thought Beggar was dark then Kylie is ten times darker.
But for now a little teaser from Kylie Bray
In order to understand the reason why I made the choices I have. When I became the person I am today, you would have to understand why. I need to start from the very beginning. But before I do, I need you to understand that this is not a sappy happy romance, this is my life, this is the story of where happy endings come from. This is the path I led. So while many people would always start and end with their true love, I would start with my first. Because isn’t a first love the most life altering one.
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