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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,914
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Wallflower. I’m not making any money here either.
Chapter One
Crimson Beauty
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own Wallflower. I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Much to Sunako’s horror, her twin brother shows up at the boardinghouse. The four guys soon find out that he is just as scary as she is. Their only difference, the incubus knows he’s beautiful and he has his eyes set on a certain dazzling creature of the light. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP
Chapter One
Your mind is in…
Disturbia
It’s like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia
Ain’t use to watch you like
Disturbia
Disturbia
--Rihanna
Green orbs shimmered with hellish malevolence from behind stylishly dark sunglasses. The twin stars gazed upon the titanic sized mansion and the sky began to go black. That little troll from hell was obviously living it up with Auntie Dearest, while he was forced to slave away at boarding school in America.
He ever so slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing how his stunning jewels were narrowed into reptilian slits. He turned his head with eerie grace, glaring pure venom at his assigned bodyguard. A wet stain began to appear on the front of the man’s pants, trailing down his left pant leg.
“Get my bags, Charlie,” he said in flawless English. His voice was the sound bones made when being torn and snapped from a victim’s ribcage for the pure delight of listening to them scream in agony. He began walking up the stone steps, giggling as he flexed his painted talons. There was still blood under his long nails from where he had slashed the airplane pilot across his stupid face. The fool had tried to touch him without his permission and fly the plane at the same time. But, the idiot’s blood had tasted all yummy with the yum. His cries of pain made it even tastier.
Should he ring the quaint little doorbell, or just kick the goddamned piece of shit down? Kicking the door in did sound fun, but he might scuff his boot. He was wearing $3000 garnet studded heels. They were one of a kind.
Ding-dong-ding-ding-a-ling-dong went the doorbell, followed by a scream of anguish.
He blinked his eyes as the thunder came rolling in from a distance. What a very odd sound for a doorbell to make. It reminded him of home.
“Perhaps no one is home, Master Nakahara,” a voice came from behind.
He spun around, snatching his bodyguard by the throat faster than a crocodile latching onto a zebra’s neck. The sound of two suitcases hitting the ground filled his ears as he lifted the bearish man off his swishing feet.
“Slaves are meant to be seen, not heard,” he hissed with a devilishly red forked tongue as golden horns grew and curled from out of his wild nest of silky wickedness. “If you ever wag that yummy looking tongue without my verbal, written, and signed consent again, I’ll rip it from your big mouth and beat you with it until you’re dead at my feet.”
He pulled Charlie ever so close, being mindful that the peon was pissing himself again. He cocked his head to the side, grinning like a poisonous serpent with gleaming fangs.
“Do I make myself clear?” He asked, tightening his hold around his neck just a little. “Or do I need to tighten my radiant coils just a little more?”
Charlie nodded and then shook his head.
Nowaki released him, watching him roll down the steps with a few thumps and thuds. The fool landed at the bottom with a grunt of pain. He threw his head back, put his palm to his mouth, and howled with laughter.
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as he pressed the doorbell again with a bloody finger. Hmm, he must have cut the sniveling bitch.
~*~
A terrible vibe shot right through Sunako’s third-eye, racing down her spine like hammering ice-picks as the doorbell rang a second time. It was even stronger than the first. She turned from the food she was preparing on the stovetop.
“Ah, Sunako!” The smaller blond named Yuki squealed in fright, backing away ever so slowly. “Don’t make that scary face at me!”
“Is someone going to get the door?” The voice of the redheaded Ranmaru shouted from somewhere far off. “I’m drying my hair!”
Sunako began to tremble. What was this ominous sense of foreboding she was feeling? Usually she reveled in terror.
“I’ll get it then, goddamn it!” The other blond angel of brightness yelled. “Where the hell is Takenaga?”
An evil image of glowing green eyes and blinding darkness washed over a stricken Sunako with a roar of wild laughter following. It was a walking nightmare.
“NO!” She cried, making Yuki jump in horror. She put her hands to her face and screamed as if she were being murdered. “NO!” Her dark hair billowed around her, lashing out like whips.
Yuki screamed in terror, passing out as she got down on all fours, running…no, scuttling off like a giant spider, shrieking like a banshee that was screaming in tongues.
“What the hell is going on?” A fourth male voice yelled.
~*~
Kyohei put his hand on the door handle, pulling it open. A warm breeze fluttered through his sun yellow locks, smelling of jasmine.
The sight before him startled him so terribly he slammed the door shut with a violent bang, quickly locking it. He turned around, pressing his back against it, breathing hard.
He then put both hands to his mouth, muffling a scream that sounded like a four year old girl having knots brushed out of her hair. Sunako was standing right in front of him, looking more crazed than ever before.
“What the hell?” He roared, pointing at her with a shaking index finger. “I just locked you out there!”
Her left eye twitched, making him gasp as thunder bellowed.
“NO!” She screamed, spinning on her heels, running off as if the angels of the lord were beating her over the head with their golden harps.
Kyohei blinked and then stiffened like a corpse. He could hear scratching coming from behind him. It was the sound steel makes as its tearing through wood.
Was someone giggling?
A little pee was running down his leg.
To Be Continued
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Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own Wallflower. I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Much to Sunako’s horror, her twin brother shows up at the boardinghouse. The four guys soon find out that he is just as scary as she is. Their only difference, the incubus knows he’s beautiful and he has his eyes set on a certain dazzling creature of the light. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP
Chapter One
Your mind is in…
Disturbia
It’s like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia
Ain’t use to watch you like
Disturbia
Disturbia
--Rihanna
Green orbs shimmered with hellish malevolence from behind stylishly dark sunglasses. The twin stars gazed upon the titanic sized mansion and the sky began to go black. That little troll from hell was obviously living it up with Auntie Dearest, while he was forced to slave away at boarding school in America.
He ever so slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing how his stunning jewels were narrowed into reptilian slits. He turned his head with eerie grace, glaring pure venom at his assigned bodyguard. A wet stain began to appear on the front of the man’s pants, trailing down his left pant leg.
“Get my bags, Charlie,” he said in flawless English. His voice was the sound bones made when being torn and snapped from a victim’s ribcage for the pure delight of listening to them scream in agony. He began walking up the stone steps, giggling as he flexed his painted talons. There was still blood under his long nails from where he had slashed the airplane pilot across his stupid face. The fool had tried to touch him without his permission and fly the plane at the same time. But, the idiot’s blood had tasted all yummy with the yum. His cries of pain made it even tastier.
Should he ring the quaint little doorbell, or just kick the goddamned piece of shit down? Kicking the door in did sound fun, but he might scuff his boot. He was wearing $3000 garnet studded heels. They were one of a kind.
Ding-dong-ding-ding-a-ling-dong went the doorbell, followed by a scream of anguish.
He blinked his eyes as the thunder came rolling in from a distance. What a very odd sound for a doorbell to make. It reminded him of home.
“Perhaps no one is home, Master Nakahara,” a voice came from behind.
He spun around, snatching his bodyguard by the throat faster than a crocodile latching onto a zebra’s neck. The sound of two suitcases hitting the ground filled his ears as he lifted the bearish man off his swishing feet.
“Slaves are meant to be seen, not heard,” he hissed with a devilishly red forked tongue as golden horns grew and curled from out of his wild nest of silky wickedness. “If you ever wag that yummy looking tongue without my verbal, written, and signed consent again, I’ll rip it from your big mouth and beat you with it until you’re dead at my feet.”
He pulled Charlie ever so close, being mindful that the peon was pissing himself again. He cocked his head to the side, grinning like a poisonous serpent with gleaming fangs.
“Do I make myself clear?” He asked, tightening his hold around his neck just a little. “Or do I need to tighten my radiant coils just a little more?”
Charlie nodded and then shook his head.
Nowaki released him, watching him roll down the steps with a few thumps and thuds. The fool landed at the bottom with a grunt of pain. He threw his head back, put his palm to his mouth, and howled with laughter.
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as he pressed the doorbell again with a bloody finger. Hmm, he must have cut the sniveling bitch.
~*~
A terrible vibe shot right through Sunako’s third-eye, racing down her spine like hammering ice-picks as the doorbell rang a second time. It was even stronger than the first. She turned from the food she was preparing on the stovetop.
“Ah, Sunako!” The smaller blond named Yuki squealed in fright, backing away ever so slowly. “Don’t make that scary face at me!”
“Is someone going to get the door?” The voice of the redheaded Ranmaru shouted from somewhere far off. “I’m drying my hair!”
Sunako began to tremble. What was this ominous sense of foreboding she was feeling? Usually she reveled in terror.
“I’ll get it then, goddamn it!” The other blond angel of brightness yelled. “Where the hell is Takenaga?”
An evil image of glowing green eyes and blinding darkness washed over a stricken Sunako with a roar of wild laughter following. It was a walking nightmare.
“NO!” She cried, making Yuki jump in horror. She put her hands to her face and screamed as if she were being murdered. “NO!” Her dark hair billowed around her, lashing out like whips.
Yuki screamed in terror, passing out as she got down on all fours, running…no, scuttling off like a giant spider, shrieking like a banshee that was screaming in tongues.
“What the hell is going on?” A fourth male voice yelled.
~*~
Kyohei put his hand on the door handle, pulling it open. A warm breeze fluttered through his sun yellow locks, smelling of jasmine.
The sight before him startled him so terribly he slammed the door shut with a violent bang, quickly locking it. He turned around, pressing his back against it, breathing hard.
He then put both hands to his mouth, muffling a scream that sounded like a four year old girl having knots brushed out of her hair. Sunako was standing right in front of him, looking more crazed than ever before.
“What the hell?” He roared, pointing at her with a shaking index finger. “I just locked you out there!”
Her left eye twitched, making him gasp as thunder bellowed.
“NO!” She screamed, spinning on her heels, running off as if the angels of the lord were beating her over the head with their golden harps.
Kyohei blinked and then stiffened like a corpse. He could hear scratching coming from behind him. It was the sound steel makes as its tearing through wood.
Was someone giggling?
A little pee was running down his leg.
To Be Continued
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