Penname: god gave me style [Contact] Real name: Brittany
Member Since: Apr 13, 2007 Membership status: Member Bio: Let's see, I'm still a nerd, still obsessed with white boys, still have an intense love for JT, still living with my head in the clouds, still live in Texas, still love life. Yeah, not much has changed over the years.
Back then, I guess I was too naive to see the "real" world. When I could out that I was pregnant Cash, our son who is now five, I was elated. Giving Justin Timberlake his very son was... beautiful. He cried when I told him I was pregnant, which in turn made me cry and made me realize that this was it for me. I didn't want anything or anyone other than Justin. Times were still good then, we were still in love and couldn't image life without each other.
I look around the room through my shades. It's so impersonal. The only inviting thing about the room is that the back wall is full of long windows. Even at nine o'clock in the morning, the city is already bustling. My eyes travel from the windows, down the long table and over to my lawyer, Kevin. He's an asshole but he's a good lawyer, I think he actually thinks about my well being and not about how much I pay him.
I hear her scoff but ignore it while I search through the many flights from L.A. to Salt Lake. I guess a morning flight would be better, more time for us to get our shit and get the hell home. I didn't think that it would take two fucking weeks to clean out a house but Kevin said that if something were to happen, we would have enough time to get everything done.
Now I remember why I love this place. The tall ceilings, the long bay windows in the living room, the warmth of the rooms. I remember when we first bought it. We didn't do anything but have sex the first couple of days, and in turn, welcomed Cash into our lives. It's quiet as I step further into the foyer. I continue to walk deeper into the house, walking through the living room and into the kitchen. A few minutes to myself, wonderful.
I'm kind of tempted to call Cameron but she'll only make me feel worse. There's nothing that she can really say to me at this point. You know, I've never wanted to see the hurt and pain that Luci felt so I pretended that she was really okay. I told myself that she would be alright but I'll never be able to think that again. Her face and her words from tonight will always keep me from thinking that she's okay and that she'll get over it.
Hours later, Spiderman has ended and I've finished off my second little bottle of wine. I un-prop the pillows and throw the extra one to the floor. I dig my hands underneath the pillow that remains on the bed and lay my head upon it, comfort filling every fiber in my tired body. Sleep comes all too quickly and it feels as though I've been asleep for hours when I hear my door clicking open from a distance. I chalk it up to myself dreaming and lull back into sleep when I hear the door click shut.
I don't know what the fuck I expected to happen just at this moment, but nothing does. He just looks at me like I've just told him that his dinner was ready. I have to admit, I expected a little more. His next question though, infuriates me. Which turns out to be the one good thing he's still good at.
The day goes by all to quickly and I'm now sitting in the office, waiting for my name to be called. There are two other girls sitting in here with me. One looks to be about sixteen; her mom is here with her. The other one looks to be closer to my age. She's crying though, the lady who looks to be my age. She keeps her face covered with a tissue but we can hear her soft cries.
She spots the superstar a few minutes later, a Miller Lite in his right hand as he stands tall amongst the younger girls who swoon over him. He laughs over something one of them has said and brings the bottle up to his thin lips, tilting it slightly to allow the drink to enter his mouth. He's dressed as a 1930's gangster, a black, pinstripe fedora sits cocked to the side on top of head with a matching suit covering his strong build. He's beautiful just as he is now, nothing more than a high school senior. Next year, everything will be different.
Leaving was hard though, leaving Justin was hard. Oh god, I hate thinking about him sometimes, sometimes it hurts more than others. I can only imagine the hate that he feels for me and everything that I put him though. I mean jesus, he watched me kill a man. He saw the last breath of a man, why did I expect him to act any other way then he did? Our last days together are still haunting ones but I doubt that he even thinks about me or our relationship anymore.
I’ve been watching him for two weeks now. He’s beautiful, absolutely, undeniably, beautiful. He’s about 6’1, with a hard, but lean and athletic body. His short haircut fits his soft but chiseled features and that smile. Don’t get me started on that smile. Every time I see it, it sends a shiver right down my spine and I almost have to sit down to regain my composure. Then, there are the lips. Those pretty pink lips. They are so alluring that it would make God himself take off a Sunday afternoon just to admire them. I think that’s what I like about him most, his lips.
It's been six years, two hundred and thirty three days, and sixteen hours since he's been home. He drives quietly through the Tennessee country, taking long drags of his cigarette. He is finally home, but how long will he stay?
Lamiai is part of the Damien family, the oldest pure blood vampire dynasty. Her father, Nicolai has just been killed and Lamiai is now the only living original family member left. She must hurry and find a partner to keep the bloodline going or she will be murdered on the first full moon of the year, as the prophecy states.
But she can't just choose any partner, it has to be a man that she falls in love with and someone who loves her. Only then, will they be able to produce a child and keep the bloodline alive. If Lamiai does not succeed in her task, the original bloodline that flows through the entire race of the vampire world will die out and every vampire will parish by the end of the year that she is killed.
If she does succeed and produces a child out of the love of her and her beau, they will reign over the vampire kingdom for the rest of their lives and gain immunity from death. But there is a snag in her plan. Adam Levine will do anything to thwart her search in finding the perfect man. Will Adam succeed and become the King of the Vampire World or will Lamiai be the very demise of the Vampire race?
It's been fifteen years since Aria has smelled the sweetness of Tennessee. She's been running as hard and fast as she can, but he's always there, just a step behind her. She'll never be free of him... but the question is, does she want to be?
You're made of my rib oh baby, you're made of my sin and I can't tell where your lust ends, and where your love begins I didn't want to hurt you baby, I didn't want to hurt you I didn't want to hurt you, but you're pretty when you cry And the moon gives me permission, and I enter through her eyes she's losing her virginity...