Sometimes, the roads to Passion and Love, are not always the same and it's up to you to choose which you can live without. I alway's believed that when I got married, the man I married would be the one. Someone one who never stray. A man who would come home every night and tell me I was beautiful. I wanted the fairy tale, I wanted the blindless love. I got what I wanted. Sort of.... Dylan is an amazing Fiancé. He came from a troubled path but yet he still's care about me. He tell's me that I am the light in his darkness. That without me, he wouldn't know if he would have ever tried to leave the drug business. Dylan told me everything that I had ever wanted my Husband, or soon to be Husband, to tell me. Still... I could never put my finger on what it was that was missing. That one part that I had always dreamed about. The blindless love. I loved Dylan. I wanted to marry him. I wanted to grow old with him and have his name on my lips when I breathed my last breath. What else should I want that I wasn't wanting then? What else was missing? Passion. Dylan didn't spark in me that blind lust, that urge to just kiss him. His kisses made me dizzy I guess, sometimes forgetful of what I was doing. But they never swept me away. That was what I wanted. To be swept away and to feel like Dylan was feeding a hunger that he had for my skin and lips. Dylan didn't give me that. Someone else did though.... Zachery. Zach was the guy I dated in college when Dylan and I were... On the outs. He never made me feel that soft warmness that I had come to call love. What he made my heart and body feel were completely different. Zachery made my body ache, call out for his touch. I didn't feel warm anymore without his arms around me. I needed him. He was like air to me. He would hold me and tell me I was his and that he would never let me go. That I was all he needed to ease his hunger and thirst. Leaving him was something I have never been able to do. He was addicting, and he knew it. No I have never found strength enough to leave Zachery. But yet, I am still about to get married to Dylan. This is why. I can't choose a road. Passion, Love, I need them in my life. This is the story of not which Man I chose, but which road did I decide was worth leaving the other behind. Passion and Love... They are what made my life complete. And they are what tore my life apart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiiiii, You may have seen me Fangirling on some threads but just so you know. I can write a little. I think...... This is a fiction story haha, don't worry, never even met a Dylan in my life. The updates will be here and there because my Job as a Teacher you know has started. Buut I am hopping to finish this. Sooooo yay haha
It's not a bad start. :3 I would suggest not making it a typical love triangle, because it seems that way so far and those tend to get boring if there's nothing else in them. Also, some words that end in 's' were written like this: "alway's". It's just "always". No apostrophe needed.
UPDATE I guess I should introduce myself. Maybe give you an idea of who I am and why you should read my story. You probably have better things to do, go on other fourms, read, heck maybe even sleep. But I need someone to hear this. Hear how consumed my life was with choosing and letting go; With heartbreak and disappointment sprinkled in all along the path. I need to tell my story to someone. My name is Angelica. It means Angel but I have never really lived up to the name at all. I have shoulder length brown hair that can't decide if it wants to be tinted blonde or red. I brown eyes that Dylan tells me sparkle when I smile and are so warm and inviting, that he can't figure out how everyone doesn't stop and want to be my friend. I disagree because they aren't dark enough to be chocolate but not light enough to be like a dark honey. My eyes are right in between, a stupid kind of dark brown that remind me of mud. Dry mud. I am short. About 5'5 and only heels and high heeled boots help me when I want to actualy try and pass myself off as 5'7. I have legs that will not tan any darker then a shade past white and pasty and shoulders that won't stop getting burned and tan even with mounds of sunscreen. As you can see, I am the normal person. No amazingly beautiful girl who can bend her finger and guy's come running. Though I wish I did have that super power. I am just Angelica. I didn't even know that I could have one amazingly gorgeous man attracted to me let alone two. Yet both... They didn't complete me. Zach never left me with thoughts of growing old with him. Yet Dylan has never made me feel more passionate then a warm pink. I will never understand how it is that I, Angelica Blaze Autry managed to even find myself in this situation. A situation that was me cheating on my Fiancé with my ex lover. Or really reinstated lover. Really, I just do not have titles for anyone. Firm lines and titles were something I never really believed in. Hmm... Maybe my real problem is with boundaries. Oh yea, that was it. I needed boundaries and I needed them then. Good Fences make Good Neighbors Only I learned that saying way too late... My life, as you will soon learn, was already down the drain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for the advice. I will try to not make it Sterotypical but if I am to be honest, My version's of Love Triangles is somebody in love with two people. Those two people love that one person and he/she has not made a choice of which one she wants to spend her life with. My character has made her choice of who she is spending her life with, she is just telling the story of her affair and how neither choice is an all in one package. Maybe I made that more clear in this update and maybe it will take one more. I hope you all like it. My first Fan fic sooo yay!! So far so Good
Update My Passion I walked into Dylan's apartment. Really it was ours but I still hadn't come to think of it as mine just yet. Shaking my boots off my feet onto the tile grumbling about my wet clothes I sighed. I really hate wet clothes. At first they just feel like you got out of a swimming pool. That feeling I can handle. It's when the water turns warm and then the clothing sticks to your skin and you can't get it off no matter what you do without letting it touch your face. I really don't like soaked warm watery clothing touching my face. I peeled the black sweater off, deciding to leave my now dark damp green tank top on to help avoid the water on my face feeling. The house was dark and I twisted my ring looking around the empty house with a sigh. Dylan was gone, on a trip to go dirt biking with his old friend from California. He wouldn't be back for three days. Male bonding time was important to him apperntly. I rubbed my temples and then jumped nearly screaming when a soft voice called out from the darkness. "Angelica?" I opened my eyes and saw a dark figure stand up and move towards me. I moved backwards, my hip bumping into the table causing sharp shots of pain to shoot through my hip. I have a tendency to bruise easily. Zach smirked a little and looked at me, coming to a stop in the threshold infront of me. His hair was wet showing he had been outside in the last ten minutes when this crazy Texas weather decided it didn't want to be in a drought anymore. "Zach? How did you get in here? I mean I haven't seen you since college..." I trailed off there, thinking of the last time I saw him. We had just finished a serious make out session that I has started when I had broke down and told him that Dylan had been calling and texting, begging for me to come back to him. Zach did his best to convince me to stay with him and not go back to Dylan that night. The ring on my finger proved that it didn't work. "You left the spare under the plant like you always do. I wanted to see you again... Angie I missed you." He reached out and wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. I was still stunned by the use of his nick name for me that I didn't fight him when he lowered his lips to mine. The lips that were suppose to be Dylan's kissed Zachery back hungrily. They remembered what he felt like and they wanted to reinforce that pleasant memory. I sighed happily and he took that moment to let his tongue enter my mouth, re exploring the warm places that Dylan never seemed that worried about finding. My hands tangled in his hair and I didn't want to let go. I nipped his bottom lip and he moaned into my mouth before pulling away breathless. "God... I forgot how amazing you taste." I stared at him, my lips feeling cold from not being connected with his. "Zach... I am getting married." "Well Angie, here is my wedding advice," Zach grinned and picked my up so my legs wrapped around his waist and he nipped my bottom lip right where I had tasted his, "Don't kiss me like that if you want me to even care a damn bit about that ring on your finger." ~~~~~~~~ Turning to look at Zach I traced circles on his skin, the memory of when we had first started the affair fresh in my mind. His eye's opened lazily and dark gray eyes, glazed over from sleep and fulfillment winked at me. "What are you thinking about Angie?" "That night you first kissed me." Zachery smiled and flipped me on my back, the sheet the only thing between us. His eye's were now fully awake and he grinned. "So my favorite night?" I nodded, wondering what he was going to do. He bent down and whispered in my ear, something that him and Dylan know makes my mind stop working. "Want to try and relive it Love?" I grinned nodding eagerly. My ring caught my attention, resting on my dresser. It remined me that Dylan was going to be gone for two day's for work. Sometimes I swear that Zachery wanted me more then Dyaln. Yet Zachery never offered to put a ring on my finger and I wasn't going to stop a future for a brief fling. I just prayed that this soon would just work it's self out. I had no will power left in me to try and work out this mess by myself. Sooooooo update haha, explains how the affair started and gives ya a little window peak into her thoughts on it. Weeeeeeeee Thank you all for reading!!! I love seeing your comments haha, they make my day so send me more!!
Damn . That was hot hot hot . Some grammatical issues, but a huge improvement from the first two updates!
Update Soft lips woke me up and I turned over, not wanting to open my eyes yet to the too bright world. A whisper chimed out, the words not making sense in my sleepy mind. I groaned and burried my head into the pillow, hoping the person would just take the hint that I really did not want to do this whole waking up thing right now. Dylan sighed and rolled me on my back, brushing the hair out of my face. His soft fingers slipped into my hair and caressed my skin. "Honey... Love wake up, I'm home." I opened my eyes to look at him and smiled sleepily. He was wearing a simple black polo shirt and some jeans. His brown hair was brushed and he had a slight goatee growing on his chin that I didn't remember when he left. "You grew a beard?" I asked sleepy, knowing a little in my head that I should have been saying I loved him or that I had missed him. Oh well. He smiled and slipped his other hand under my legs, pulling me out of the bed, tucked into his chest bridal style. His now fuzzy lips nuzzled my neck and I could feel him smiling. "Do you like it darling?" "Mmm I could get use to it." Dylan smiled and instead of continuing with this romantic moment put me down by the closet and and kissed my cheek. "Get dressed Hun okay? Fiona called and said she missed her sister. Logan also wants to see his little sister and you know I hate it when they come over here. A light frown crossed his otherwise usually happy face. Dylan did not like my brother. My brother did not like Dylan. My sister and I usually tried to always be around the two so no one got hurt like what happened when I was in the other room at a Christmas party. I sighed and kissed him on the lips, hoping that maybe Dylan would forget about his strong dislike for my family and just kiss me for once. I missed him in a whole lot of ways. Just to be clear, ever since our one and only break up that mattered, Dylan has not touched me. Kisses are fine, cuddling happens often, but once it finally gets even a little heated.... He shuts down. I don't know why to be honest. I am a little fine with it since I now have Zach to well... Not shut down on me, but I don't know what Dylan does whenever we get a little in the red zone of love. It drives me crazy. Picking out an outfit I shrugged on my jean skirt and bright green tank top. I put on some cowboy boots and threw my hair up in a pony tail. Honestly in this heat I would not want to put anything more on. Dylan looked at me and smiled big standing straight from leaning on the wall. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to him, kissing the top of my head softly. It's all softness with him. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on. How did someone like me ever manage to put that ring on your amazing finger?" A lump caught in my throat. Someone like Dylan should have someone more in love with him as his wife. He didn't deserve me at all. I was terrible to him, I took his love and stepped on it in my path to jumping into Zachs arms. I opened my mouth to tell him finally. To tell him that I was not worth the ring he gave to me. But then the doorbell rang and he gave me one last kiss before going to answer it. I stood there, my eyes following him, my lips still open to blurt out a horrible truth. I closed my mouth and my eyes and sniffed. This would all be better soon. I knew it would. It wouldn't be this confusing forever, I kept chanting in my head. I had gotten to be so amazing at lying, I was even starting to convince myself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiiii, sorry for the long wait. I seem to have broken my toe Let me tell you now, a broken toe is never fun my friends.... It never is. Soooooo I don't know if this short or not but hopefully you like the look into the Love part of crazy Angelica's life haha Next update will still be Dyaln and Angelica annnnndd the Family Brother Sister Cousin Family Friend (With a secret) As you can see, I already have names for bro and sis buuut if you would like me to put your name into one of the characters, just let me know I always love really cool name ideas That is all for today soooo by bye and see y'all soon
Sammi is my name, and I want to rhyme but it's lame. Just kidding it's totally amazing. And I don't really like the main character at all since she's a cheater. So if I could be an antagonist/villain that'd be awesome. If you're going to have one, that is.