(Cass Part 11… continues from here) I waited where I was for a few minutes, expecting a knock on the door since Luka had left without his keys, or his wallet, or his shoes for that matter. I thought he would be standing outside the door, cooling down, could picture his sheepish grin when I opened it for him. But there was no knock and when I went to the door the hallway was empty. Of course we had friends and family in the building so he had probably gone to one of them I reasoned, which was fine. Not ideal but… ideally he wouldRead More →

(Cass Part 10… continues from here) Luka stood outside the door of the apartment, his mind racing. What had just happened? Had he been so caught up in his work that he had missed the glaring signs that his lover, the women he thought of as his life partner, wasn’t happy? But Cass going for a run in the evenings wasn’t a new thing, it hadn’t coincided with the spate of extra work he had been doing from home. Which meant it had to be the man, ‘X’. He paced a few steps from the door and realised he was barefoot. He couldn’t go backRead More →

(Cass Part 9… continues from here) When the person you live with has an acute sense of smell, honesty isn’t an option it’s a requirement. It should be anyway but in my case there’s no hiding the bar of chocolate I ate on the way home or the scent of another man on my skin. I let myself in to find Luka at the dining table his attention on his computer screen. Our apartment wasn’t big enough for an office so he either sat on the couch or at the table and I was relived it was the table tonight. “You’re back.” He looked upRead More →

(Cass Part 8… continues from here) The first time we kissed I was blindfolded. It was a few days after our unexpected paintball meeting, another random rooftop. I thought I was alone as I had been every other night but his voice came out of the shadows, a little angry sounding. “So you know everything about me now?” “You think you’re that important we talked about you when you ran away?” I asked with a laugh. “Most people would.” He was closer, I could almost feel him behind me. “I’m not most people,” I scoffed and shrugged. “Rory said she knew you and you wereRead More →

(Cass Part 7… continues from here) Days go by and I don’t think about Stormtrooper. Much. I don’t see him at all either and can only assume he’s left or is avoiding me. Luka was still bringing work home so I found myself out every night. I ran the first night and the second one. Then it was Friday night and I didn’t want to end up alone and pathetic on a roof top again so I went to a club instead. Aspect was busy as usual, the dance floor crowded, the bar busy. I waved to Liam who was serving drinks then joined theRead More →

(Cass Part 6… continues from here) “What are you thinking about tesoro?” Luka’s voice was as lazy as the fingers he was combing through my hair as we sat on the couch, a tangle of limbs as a movie played that neither of us was truly watching. He was thinking about his work and I was thinking about… other things. “My parents.” “What about them?” “Just how happy they are.” “Are we not so happy then?” Luka asked lightly. “Of course,” I answered quickly, maybe too quickly as I found myself flat on my back with Luka hovering over me, looking deeply into my eyes.Read More →

(Cass Part 5… continues from here) Dean came to stand beside me and draped his arm over my shoulder as I leaned against him “Who else has seen this?” “Just us,” he said and I puffed out a breath in relief. “And me.” “Hunter!” I shrieked and turned towards my twin’s voice to find him stepping out of the shadows. “I hate it when you do that,” I said with a scowl then turned back to the painting. “Fuck, how long have you been there?” Dean growled glaring at him as Hunter came to join us. “Well that’s a cluster fuck Cass,” he said withRead More →

(Cass Part 4… continues from here) Luka had cooked dinner, my favourite chicken and pasta, and we were lingering over bowls of ice cream as we caught up on each other’s day. Nothing unusual, except the ice cream, we didn’t eat that every night. Luka was telling me about the testing he had been doing the last couple of nights how it had identified vulnerabilities that led to more testing and how excited he and my father were about it all. Yes my boyfriend worked with my father but that wasn’t how we had met. Luka’s dad and mine were old friends so we’d grownRead More →

(Cass Part 3… continues from here) “Why do you come here?” I didn’t startle at his voice. I’d heard him following me, heard him swear and scramble at a couple of the jumps too. Couldn’t deny I’d been grinning then either. What did surprise me was that he didn’t sound out of breath. “The view,” I said as I braced my hands on my hips and looked out at the city. “Why do you?” “The view,” he echoed and I turned towards him. “Uh uh, don’t look,” he said softly and I stopped. II didn’t know why I was following his order, the command inRead More →

(Cass Part 2… continues from here) Five weeks ago… I climbed out of bed and stretched my arms over my head feeling pleasantly sated but restless. Luka reached out a hand and ran it down the side of my body to give my ass a squeeze as I grinned down at him. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked in a lazy voice, doing a little stretching of his own making his muscles ripple. I let him grab my hand and tug me back down beside him then lowered my mouth to his for a lush kiss. Everything about the man was lush fromRead More →

(Cass Part 1) Life in a big city should be easier than this, but when everyone knows who you are, getting into trouble can be difficult. I huffed out a breath as I leaped across a gap between buildings, my arms pumped as I ran for the next edge then I was hurtling through space to land in a crouch, dust rising up around my boots. I paused there for a minute, breathing, listening, waiting, then I stood up and walked to the edge of the roof to look down at the city. “You pick the strangest places.” I closed my eyes at the soundRead More →

Her vivid red hair glows in the light Drawing them in night after night The bears and the wolves are gathered around I wait and I watch not making a sound That girl is mine no matter her name It’s drawing near, the end of our game Will happy ever after be in our stars Or will we end in ruin, covered in scars A fairytale ending or horror instead How will it finish for this Wolf and his Red?    Read More →

Last call came all too soon yet not soon enough. There were only a few stragglers at the bar so I grabbed a tray and went to collect the empties from the tables. By the time I got back Ben was doing his thing at the tills and I handed the tray off to Dulcie and grabbed a cloth to go wipe down the tables and stack the chairs on top, ready for the cleaners to come through in the morning. “Thanks hon,” Dulcie said with a smile that I didn’t return, in fact I had pretty much ignored her all night. I don’t knowRead More →

“What?” I stared dumbly at Dulcie, her words not making sense. “I’m pregnant. And it could be yours,” she repeated, slower the second time. “No,” I snapped and shook my head in denial. “Not possible.” “Well the thing is…” Dulcie’s voice trailed off and she looked down, her bravado disappearing as red stained her cheeks. “No,” I said again with the utmost certainty as Poppy’s behaviour suddenly made sense. That crap about me lying, the cold silent treatment. “I’m sorry Dulcie.” I waited for her to look at me because I wanted her to see how serious I was. “It’s not possible. Nothing happened betweenRead More →

It had been three days since I’d met the wolf’s supposed brother and he’d written down the name for me. Three days since I stopped seeing him everywhere too. I had watched Rand leaving with two other men and one of them had paused and looked at me. I’d seen his lips moving, swore I heard a whisper in my ear, “Soon darlin’.” Then someone had called for a drink and when I looked at them, it was them, not him. Rand and the men with him had left by the time I looked back but I had a name. I didn’t know whose nameRead More →

Three wolves walk into a bar. There’s no punch line, that is literally what is happening right now. I know they’re not really wolves, but that’s what I see. Everywhere. Him. Tate of the unpronounceable last name which in effect, rendered him unfindable. If I was inclined to look for him that is. He had shot his name at me with a hint of Irish in his voice and it sounded like Fwa-lawn and how the hell did you spell that? Not that I was looking for him. For all I knew he could be here anyway. A few of the men were the rightRead More →

(continues from here) Was he serious right now? As if him flirting with her/me, wasn’t bad enough, now he was asking me/Poppy, about her/me? Did that even make sense? I cast a quick glance around the room and smirked. “You mean the one at the table in the corner?” I nodded towards a bear who was watching Dulcie closely as I grabbed his money and moved towards the register. “No,” he said without even turning to look and my steps faltered. “Well,” I shrugged. “I didn’t see anyone.” “Oh that’s right.” He tapped a finger on his lower lip as if he was thinking. “YouRead More →

Her eyes took a slow tour over my exposed skin, tracing the black veins. Guilt flashed across her face as she spun the ring on her finger then looked down at it. “This old thing?” She lifted her eyes to mine for the briefest of moments. “I don’t even think it’s silver,” she dismissed. Really? She was going to play it like that? “Give it to me.” I held out the hand that wasn’t pulsing with pain, willing to take another hit to prove a point. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed and went to move away but I reached out and grabbed her wrist. SheRead More →

need to filter my thoughts they’re much too dirty dancing with this Wolf makes me feel so flirty his chest so hard his shoulders so wide his lips so tempting that look in his eyes I could take him home try him for a night but with my hair so blonde it doesn’t seem right I don’t want him to want any woman but me can’t he feel my soul why can’t he see this spell is really swell but it’s breaking my heart because my Wolf wants Poppy and that’s tearing me apartRead More →

The audience is insatiable tonight, screaming for more, chanting our names. A part of me wanted to keep playing, keep feeling the high, but a bigger part want to hurry up and finish so I can go home, crawl into bed and stay there. For a week, a month, a year. I’m not suicidal, I’m just tired. It’s been ten months since Sienna walked out of my house and my life, and the last eight months of that has been spent on the road. I can’t tell you all the places we’ve played but as usual we’ve finished up back home, this time to soldRead More →

It’s like déjà vu all over again. I’m standing outside of the bar and he’s walking towards me. He’s alone and worry and guilt flood me. Where are the others? Where’s Dulcie? Why did I let her leave with him? I know what he is, I should have said no, made her stay and finish her shift. I stormed up to him and shoved him in the chest. “Where’s Dulcie! What have you done to her?” “Whoa!” he grabbed my arms as he stumbled back a step, taking me with him. Somehow he turned and I found myself with my back against the wall, hisRead More →

I was feeling so conflicted… happy because the disguise was working, my wolf didn’t know me! Then angry because the disguise was working, my wolf didn’t know me! Shouldn’t he know me? Regardless of how I looked, didn’t his soul sing for me the way mine did for him? Couldn’t he feel me beneath the surface? I looked in the mirror at the face that was mine but not mine. The hair colour wrong, my eyes the wrong shape, my lips too thin. The ring I’d bought to hold the spell sat heavily on my finger, the clear stone a dull red, as if itRead More →

I can’t run forever It’s just not my style But it could be fun To hide for a while In plain sight is best Cause he’ll never see Past the blonde hair and blue eyes To the real heart of me Got a job at a bar He’ll never suspect It’s me serving his drink When he orders his next Seen but unseen Known but unknown I’m fooling that wolf ‘Til my cover is blown Then the chase will resume It’s not over yet Catch me if you can A promise or a threat?Read More →

Run little darlin’ I like this game I can go all night Can you say the same? Your wolf is howlin’ Time to heed his call It’s time to come home Darlin’ once and for all I can’t let you go This I can confess I’ll give you all I have I’m not capable of less Now I’m on your tail I’ve got you in my sight Come here sweet thing You know I’ll do you rightRead More →

I had barely slid onto the barstool when the man behind the bar asked, “What can I getcha?” “Jameson rocks please,” I said with a small smile. “What pretty eyes you have,” he commented as he held my gaze and reached for a glass and I thought, “Isn’t that my line?” I looked down, feeling my cheeks flush and said a quiet, “Thank you.” A glass appeared before me and I reached for my bag but he stopped me with his words. “On the house for such a pretty lass.” My eyes jumped to his and this time I saw the wolf in his grin.Read More →

You wish I was gone. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me. It’s not hate, it’s indifference. You don’t care enough to hate, you just wish I wasn’t here, breathing the same air as you. Well you know what? I wish that too. I wish you were gone. I wish I didn’t have to look into your soulless eyes, so dark they look black. Pools of evil for me to drown in if I stare too long. I wish I didn’t have to hear your voice any more too. The way you enunciate every single fucking word and everyRead More →

I could hear the party outside my room, the people laughing, the bears growling, the wolves howling. The silly girls giggling. Not me though. I was hiding. In the cupboard. Because he wouldn’t look in here. I’d heard him earlier, searching my room, looking in the closet and under the bed. Then I’d heard him sigh loudly and proclaim, “Well she’s not in here,” and stomp to the door. Did he think I was stupid? As if a stupid girl was worthy of his attention! I didn’t hear him cross the room again, nor the squeaking of the closet door, because he had fixed thatRead More →

Do you believe in fairy tales? I don’t. There are no fairy godmothers, there is no magic in love’s first kiss. Monsters though? I believe in them and you should too. They’re everywhere, walking around in their skin suits, looking so normal. But they’re not. There’s the bears to start, they prefer little blonde girls. The witches aren’t at all picky though, all are welcome in their cooking pots. Never trust a Huntsman; they say they want to help but they just want you to run, run, run! You shouldn’t see a pirate unless you are at sea and then you’ll have much worse thingsRead More →

“Cut, cut, cut, gonna carve it in my skin, that way I wont forget, that trust is such a sin. Cut, cut, cut, gonna do it nice and deep, don’t want it to heal up, when I fall asleep.” She hummed a cheerful tune as blood dripped with a soft plop, plop, plop onto the pillow. “There now,” she whispered, dabbing her arm with a tissue. She wanted to use the salt but she had screamed so loudly last time that they had time to treat it. Not this time. Even without the salt it was too deep. “Bed time!” The lady came into theRead More →

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he gasped as he lowered her head to the floor. “I’m really sorry.” He stared into her lying eyes one last time then used his fingers to push down her eye lids. “You made me do it,” he muttered as he climbed to his feet  to stare down at her. After a minute he shook his head and took a deep breath. No time to stand around, he had work to do. First, her computer. That’s where all the trouble had started. He’d noticed the change in her, how eager she was to turn it on every day, heardRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) A cover of the old Tom Petty hit ‘Free Fallin” is playing on the radio and it’s all too relevant and meaningful … And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows And the good girls go home with broken hearts And I’m free, free fallin’ fallin’ And I’m free, free fallin’ fallin’ I switched it off before he got to the part where he kills himself because that’s just depressing. I had gone to a dark place when Sienna wouldn’t take my calls, but never thatRead More →

(in response to the November Notes Writing Challenge  as hosted by A Reading Writer and Heartstring Eulogies.) I sat alone as usual, my mind a wasteland, scorched by the memory of the heat of our passion, nothing remained. I was searching for the words I needed, the paper before me blank and mocking. The day before, I’d been full of hope, sure I could win her back. While I’d slept our encounter had replayed through my dreams, her voice telling me, “too little too late,” and “you threw us away”, the look on her face after she’d slapped me. I woke in a cold sweatRead More →

We sat at my kitchen table with coffee instead of ice cream, an awkward silence stretching between us. I cleared my throat and she looked up from the cup. “You could have eaten it. The ice cream.” “Oh.” She shook her head, her eyes caught on mine for an instant then she was looking down again as a flush rose on her cheeks. “No, I couldn’t. It’s your favourite.” It was, because we’d shared a carton one hot night. We’d only been dating a couple of weeks and Sienna hadn’t been at the show that night but I’d sent her a good night text afterwards.Read More →

The pounding on my front door was accentuated by the chiming of my cell phone signalling a new message. Denver: open up fucker! Charming, but it did the trick. I threw the door open with a welcoming snarl then stomped back to bed. Of course he followed me, along with Jase who was carrying a brown paper bag and Matt who at least had the decency to bring coffee. “What the fuck Nick? I thought we were having breakfast to celebrate out first day off in  … too fucking long?” Denver shoved my shoulder then threw himself onto my bed. I had my head underRead More →

I usually enjoyed driving after a show. The roads were quiet, I was burnt out, drained, done for. Ready to sleep without thinking, hopefully without dreaming. Usually. But tonight, the woman in the passenger seat wouldn’t shut up so there went the quiet. We were back in my home town for the first time in nearly a year so though I should be tired, I wasn’t. The show had been great, everyone loved us. I’d played my ass off, made the security team earn their money by going into the audience a couple of times too. It was our home town, they deserved something special,Read More →

I remember the moments with painful clarity. They replay when I close my eyes, a highlight reel that I don’t want to see any more. scene A crowded bar, a woman, short black hair, grey eyes, dressed in blue jeans and a fitted pink tshirt is standing with her elbows on the bar, trying to get the bar tender’s attention. A man, blonde hair, blue eyes, dressed in jeans a black shirt moves to stand beside her. He casually rests one arm on the bar and says, “You know if you wore a shorter skirt and a tighter top you’d get better service.” The womanRead More →

Sienna, I owe you so much. So many apologies to start … like for tonight. For not calling when I said I would. Thing is, I couldn’t bring myself to call you at 3am because I’m not sure how I would have said goodbye. Yeah 3am. I know I said after the show but we had some VIP thing with some people from the label. Sort of a command performance. I should have sent you a message but I kept thinking I’d leave any minute now and call you. Believe me baby, I’d rather spend hours talking to you than in the company of others,Read More →

I waited until I got into my car to check my phone. My boss was a stickler about using them at work but I also preferred to read my messages alone. I knew I smiled like a lovesick fool when I read his messages and I didn’t like dodging the ‘what are you smiling at’ questions. None of my co-workers knew about Nick and I wanted to keep it that way since I had no desire to be the subject of their gossip. As it was, there was already division over Nick’s band Lustful Gaze, apparently you either loved them or hated them. Many ofRead More →

Hey sweet girl, I miss you so much. Can’t believe we keep missing each other. Can’t believe we haven’t spoken for a week! I’ve listened to the last message you left me so many times … feeling a bit pathetic really but I love the sound of your voice. Things here are just crazy busy. Between shows there’s always PR to do or a party to go to. Or not go to in my case. The boys are loving it, wall to wall girls. They think I’m crazy for skipping it all and they’re right, I’m crazy about you. I don’t need millions of women,Read More →

“I’ll be honest with you Supernatural.” “Max” “Max. The thing is, I have trust issues.” I looked at the gun pointed at me, cocked my head to the side and smiled. “No, really D?” He smirked at me then picked up his cup to take a drink. We were seated at a table in the kitchen of the fire station. After my ‘take me to your leader’ quip, he’d brought me in here, made us both coffee. I could have married him right then. We both still had our guns so it could have been a really special shot gun wedding. “My girl, she’s aRead More →