Wakane Ebonheart
Stories (6/0)
I Would Destroy This World For You - Chapter 6
Rand was last to exit the plane, his nap cut short by their descent into Osaka. Marcus and Rayven were already off the plane and talking to a woman who was waiting for them on the tarmac with a black car. After they all had their luggage in the trunk, they slipped into the car. Rand and Rayven sat in the back with Marcus in the front passenger seat.
By Wakane Ebonheart3 years ago in Criminal
I Would Destroy This World for You - Chapter 5
{{This is going to be a long one. But what a ride!! ENJOY!!}} Anthony sat in the huge office, his eyes taking in everything within the dark wooden laminated room. It was dark and expensively gaudy. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white button down shirt, a black leather vest opened over that, his hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Reese sat beside him, dressed in all black, pants, long sleeve t-shirt and boots. His mouth and nose was covered by a black neoprene ski mask that was embellished with crimson flames, the mask going down to cover his neck. His dark eyes cold as he sat staring ahead. They had been waiting for close to five minutes and Anthony was getting antsy.
By Wakane Ebonheart3 years ago in Filthy
I Would Destroy This World For You - Chapter 4
Rand grunted softly as the sharp chirp of his phone's ringer started in the room. He groaned and looked at the clock on his bedside table, the bright white numbers reading 1:30am. He sighed deeply and reached for his phone, yawning as he ran his fingers through his wild hair. Once his eyes saw the number on the Caller ID, sleep left him in a rush as he sat up, pressing the icon to answer the phone.
By Wakane Ebonheart3 years ago in Filthy
I Would Destroy This World for You - Chapter 3
Reese turned the computer off and stood up from the desk, stretching. He was exhausted, mentally and emotionally. He'd cried for a full hour after speaking with his sister earlier, though he hid in the office while he did so he didn't upset Anthony. He moved to the huge picture window and looked out at the setting Sun. He didn't turn when there was a light knock on the door.
By Wakane Ebonheart3 years ago in Filthy
I Would Destroy This World For You - Chapter 2
Rand sat on the couch of the house he shared with his sister and brother, his cellphone sitting on the glass coffee table in front of him. It had been hours since Marcus had told him he was going to speak with his brother regarding Reese's whereabouts, he said he would call him as soon as he knew anything. That was at eight this morning, it was now three in the afternoon. Rand was beyond worried. What if Anthony had done something to Marcus? Without knowing where he was, there was nothing Rand and his sister could do. A cup of hot green tea was set in front of him, causing Rand to break from his concern for a moment and look up. Rayven looked back at him, her mismatched blue and brown eyes looking back at him softly.
By Wakane Ebonheart3 years ago in Filthy
I Would Destroy This World For You
It was a beautiful day in McAllister, California. The Sun was bright in the sky and there were little to no clouds. Birds sang their happy songs to the morning and everything was vibrant and alive with the colors of a day leading into the middle of Spring. He sat up with a soft sigh, his body almost refusing to wake up from his deep and comfortable sleep as he pushed the soft cotton sheet and comforter from his chest. He yawned softly, running his hands through his long wild strawberry blonde hair, his blue eyes starting to focus in the midnight dark room. The thick velvety curtains did well at keep out the pesky Sun's rays. The soft sound of shifting on his left made him turn his head, a smile coming to his lips as he looked at the lump under the covers in the bed next to him. Long strands of black and crimson peeked out from under the covers, resting on the pillow there. He reached out his hand and lightly caressed one of the wayward tufts of silken hair. The softness always made him marvel. He would let him sleep more, no real need to wake him up yet. He pushed the covers off of his legs and stood, his soft pajama pants rustling as he slid his legs off the side of the bed and stood, replacing the covers over his side of the bed. He started to walk across the large bedroom to the adjacent bathroom door, stretching his arms up over his head as he yawned quietly again.
By Wakane Ebonheart3 years ago in Filthy