ANNOUNCEMENT:
Whick and I have thought hard over the last few months and we have come to the decision that we are disbanding Eternally Bound as a writing group. Whick and I will continue our stories along with our alters, but we feel that rogue is the best way for us to go ~
Slap in the Face w/@DarkLoverLost & @EternalTohrment - Tohr: *I had kept a respectful distance from Wrath since the death of Beth, I had tried to talk to him, to make him see that life could continue after the death of your Shellan, hell I... https://t.co/lLQL82Qjtn
Coming Clean, written by @DelicateDeviant & @DntMesswithLana - Whicked: *I shut the car door behind me, taking a step away from the kerb as the Mercedes driven by the Brotherhood’s Doggen drove off. I took a deep breath to clear my head and... https://t.co/9qv91bpTba
Tohrmented Dreams, written by @EternalTohrment - Wellsie, my beloved Shellan stood before me, her stomach rounded, our unborn son nestled inside. I listened to my Nalla as she spoke to me about the large order of apples that she and Sarelle... https://t.co/NYo376DNzZ
All about Alanna, written by @DntMesswithLana - So, you wanna know about me, huh? Well, it isn’t a super long, drawn out tale but here goes. I was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio - not exactly a hub of vampiric activity, but there is a... https://t.co/HVeFKfzeP8
Broken Promises, written by @DefinedbyDesire - As I sat, looking at the piles of bills on my kitchen table, I tried like hell not to cry. I had been so close to paying off my car, and the plan was, once the car was paid off, I was going to... https://t.co/A6Rs47kISH
I Can’t Stand The Rain, written by @LilHellRaisa - The rain was washing down the street like small rivers along the gutters. The evening was grey, cold and wet. A typical evening here in Caldwell of late, or at least that was my opinion. My... https://t.co/gpsRMq1CiL
Attempt at Erasure, written by @HonorWillBeMine - Vincent picked up the phone on the fourth ring. “What do you want, man?” Then his voice went down to a whisper, “I’m about to get my dick wet.” “Nothing, man. Go. I’ll talk to you later.” There... https://t.co/tFTqoATxCD
Uncertanties, written by @HonorWillBeMine - It had been a busy weekend at the camp with Cade. He put up with my not-so-subtle ravings about Raisa and kept me occupied with fishing and cleaning of the camp for the season. They used it... https://t.co/Yxwch5GQTi
Raisa, written by @HonorWillBeMine - My friend, Cade, and I decided to go out to the clubs on Friday, then drive up to the camp at the end of the night. He had a van that he had setup, so it didn’t let any light in the back. I usually drove... https://t.co/7vmKUJLXlH
Never Take What Isn’t Offered, written by @HonorWillBeMine - If it weren’t for necessities, my life would be something totally different. If it were up to me, I’d leave this place in my rear view and disappear in the mountains somewhere, live... https://t.co/UMEhBzOzbQ
Bills Must Be Paid, written by @HonorWillBeMine - It’s been four long years since my Sire passed unto the Fade and I’ve been trying to make ends meet every way I know how. But recently, I’d decided to take on a different kind of second job.... https://t.co/X9QoH1rLr0
Aftermath, written by @DelicateDeviant & @HonorWillBeMine - Whicked: As the cab pulled up at the door to my apartment, I threw the fare through the hole in the safety glass that separated the front and back seats and pushed open the cab door,... https://t.co/pSkNePwePh
Meeting Gone Wrong: Part 2, written by @DelicateDeviant - Conscious came back to me slowly, darkness retreating as if I were deep in the ocean and swimming toward the surface. I gradually became aware of my surroundings, noises became... https://t.co/ZVnBsitJFh
Meeting Gone Wrong: Part 1, written by @DelicateDeviant - :I sat opposite the bank manager in his pinstripe navy suit, sky blue tie and crisp white shirt as he looked at figures on the screen, tapping the keyboard intermittently, his eyes... https://t.co/7VmWYone34
Clash of the Females, written by @DelicateDeviant & @TheHostSentMe - Ibree: It was my duty to feed the King. The Primale, as well as Lassiter, had asked it of me many years before when the Queen died. Feeding him had been one of life’s... https://t.co/Ux5FpgGKiS
Flashback: Nothing Breaks Like a Heart, written by @DelicateDeviant - I sat in the cold stone cellar for what felt like days, hell it could have been, I had no way to tell the passage of time down here in the dark. There were no windows down... https://t.co/EQ88iuIo1O
Flashback: Transition Terror: Part 2, written by @DelicateDeviant - The darkness released me with a jolt, I surfaced to the sound of screaming, to the roar of flames and cloying scent of baby powder. I sat upright as adrenaline flooded my... https://t.co/uQVlMTxKiP