Fifty Shades of Klaus : Chapter 2

“Wow Bonnie, you look beautiful,” Matt mumbled under his breath. The three of us decided that it be best to go together since I didn’t know anyone around other than the two of them. It’s still so awkward between me and Matt. I haven’t talked to him about this invitation and I’m not even sure that by going, it meant that I was his date.

Bonnie blushed shyly, “Thanks Matt. You look dapper.” They both exchanged smiles before looking back at me. Matt’s blue eyes moved from looking at Bonnie’s direction to mine. I witnessed the dilation of his eyes as they landed on me.

His lips parted, “Caroline,” the part on his lips slowly turning into a grin, “You look gorgeous.” I gave him a small smile and whispered, “Thanks Matt.” I saw Bonnie playfully roll her eyes at the corner of my eye. She’s probably asking us to get a room in her head.

“Caroline’s gorgeous, everyone gets it! Can we please go now? I’m so excited!” she said.

I raised an eyebrow at her, mentally asking her what’s with the rush. Matt offered me an arm for me to take, I voluntarily did. It would be rude not to, considering that he is the reason why I am invited. His car was only a Volkswagen Beetle that could sit four people. I scrambled the bottom of my dress as I headed towards the seat in front, beside the driver. But to my — and I mean, everyone’s — surprise, he opened up the passenger’s door.

A Broken Us : Broken Me

Is love even real?

Is it like a broken wheel?

Cause it's like you're always down,

like someone glued on your frown.

The feeling of a broken heart,

is worse than the feeling of us apart.

When we're apart, it is temporary,

but a broken heart is broken permanently.

A Broken Us : Broken Promise

Why couldn't I forget,

the way you had our lives set?

You said that one day we will wed,

and our lives will be forever a duet.

But what happened now?

You broke our unspoken vow.

You shook my world wow.

And now you say to me, "Ciao!"

A Broken Us: Broken Heart

Empty. Painful. Agonizing; those are three words to explain. 

Three words to describe this type of pain. 

Unlikely to ever love again,

this is my story, which to you, I will explain. 

Once were best friends, for around 3 three years. 

Found to be in love after a gallon of tears. 

They fought a lot but separation was neither of their fears,

because apparently, their relationship wasn't what it appears. 

Treasure Love : Forever Do Us Part

I remember everything that happened to me. Everything came to me in a rush. In a matter of seconds, all the pain; all the happiness; I felt it all over again. Those memories are hard to forget. It’s impossible actually. But feeling everything like that, it gave me such adrenaline.

“I promise to love you forever. You are my baby and whatever happens, nothing can change what we have. God! I miss you so much. I hope I can hug you right now. Baby, you will always have a place in my heart. I’ve locked my heart and sealed you in it. Nothing can ever take you away from me. I love you.”

I remember him telling me that. How long was it? 7 years ago? Yeah. That was how long it was. I guess quotes like that are very hard to forget. Love like that is hard to forget. At this point of my life, I’m not supposed to remember every word of it. But I do. And love like that… It’s epic love.

“Baby, do you love me?” he asked me.

I raised an eyebrow, “What kind of question is that? Of course, I love you. I will love you ‘till the day I die. Forever do us part.” I answered holding his hand tightly, “I’m never letting you go.”

He smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead, “Forever.”

Forever is a long time. It’s never accurate. Sometimes, forever is cut short by accidents. But usually, forever deem people unworthy of it. Forever is too long that it almost never keeps its promise.

My Boy Best Friend : Chapter 1

"Jerk!" I shouted and smacked him upside the head. "You are so childish, Kolt! You don't know how much I want to whip your ass right now!"

He puffed, "Yeah. Yeah. I know that, but I can't help it. I told you, it's in my blood," and smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "It's in your blood to be a freakin' playboy? Yeah, let's pretend that's true."

Kolt got up from his chair and crouched beside me. He looked at me straight up and tucked loose stands of my hair behind my ear. He closed in on me and whispered to me, "I'm sorry."

I bit my lower lip and sighed, "Dude, get a grip of yourself. We had a deal. No girls!"

He laughed. His laughed was not throaty or manly. It sounded soft and childish; it perfectly complements the cute, boy band-ish smile he had. We watched as a couple of students filled in my Chem class. "Meet me after class. I'll wait for you by my truck."

I nodded, like a little child. I smiled, "You should go. Class starts in 5."

"Yeah. Bye," he waved.

Fifty Shades Klaus : Chapter 1

Desperate to get away from the party, I stormed out of the house. Really, I love Bonnie to death, but I swear if she demands me to go get the crowd another round of beer, I was going to freak out on her.

Alcohol really brings out the worst in her, but given that we were having my welcoming party, I couldn't complain. We've been best friends since elementary school back in our hometown, Mystic Falls. Her parents bought her a house here in the French Quarter of New Orleans for college and lucky for me, I only need to pay little rent.

For a while during our junior year, she treated me a little too cold from how I was used to, but her Grams died that year, so I couldn't really blame her. She managed to warm up to me again the year after, and here we are now. College!

She moved a week before I did because she didn't really have much business in town to worry about. As for me, being the control freak that I am, I still had to hand down the student council to someone who could actually handle it. April Young was a good girl, but I was too scared that she would ruin everything that I did for the school.

We still need to go back to Mystic Falls after one month for graduation, but we wanted to settle in town before 'officially' moving in.

"Hey!" I shouted at a man who bumped onto my shoulders, "Watch where you're going!" I almost fell out of balance, maybe I also had too much to drink for the night.

The man gripped my forearm very tightly, pulling me a little closer to him. His back was to me and I couldn't see his face, but he looked old from behind. He gave my arm a strong pull, jerking our faces in front of each other's. "What are —” he stopped. It took him a while to speak again, "Watch who you're bumping into, love. There are several unpleasant men in the city that you would not want to mess with."

British. Excellent. "Don't try to be coy with me with your British accent, mister. And would you be so kind as to let go of my arm?"