By Susie Bright
Susie brilliant brings jointly love's darkest arrows during this shiver-inducing number of 15 gothic erotic brief tales, with unique tales from legends reminiscent of writer Francesca Lia Block and Supernatural screenwriter Sera Gamble. Open by myself or proportion with a lover and consume the paranormal characters, forbidden sexual relationships, and personal pleasures.
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But it was clear that he was there for her; he舗d been waiting. So Gina asked: Who are you? A week ago, Gina might have run. But now she had little else to lose. The Devil said, I am here to help you. Help me what? Take revenge. Gina got in his car. The seats were soft white leather. He reached across her lap, never touching her, and opened the glove compartment. His hand was so pale and smooth as to appear glassy. It gave her an uneasy, insecty feeling in her stomach. He pulled out a tray lined with white satin.
Lucille had no intention of doing anything as dull as dying. As her feet flew across the grass, she could already hear the strains of music floating from the palace. But the next morning, and every morning thereafter, Lucille would go back to the rosarian舗s shed to find the rose. Again and again, she would let the flower feed. * * * Lucy yawns and glances at the numbers on the face of her digital watch. 舗 Outside the greenhouse the gardens are ghostly, the rosebushes arching toward each other like dancers frozen in time.
That舗s not so grand. 舡 The rosarian limped back to the corner of his shed, where he went back to fumbling with his pots. Lucille flounced out of the shed. The late afternoon sunlight and clean formal lines of the gardens were a relief after the moldy smells and lumpen shadows of the rosarian舗s lair. Eternal life. Who needed a promise like that? Lucille had no intention of doing anything as dull as dying. As her feet flew across the grass, she could already hear the strains of music floating from the palace.