âYouâre beautiful, and I love you. I just donât like you anymore.â
Prompt #75
And now the devil adores us more than we ever did.
Prompt #89
Some people may have Paris, but we always had the backseat of your Volkswagen.
Prompt #93: Quotes (12)
When youâre in love what can go wrong?
Prompt #134
My love for you is like a disease. And itâs probably terminal.
Prompt #148
We used to watch romantic comedies together and mock the people who clumsily told each other what we never could.
Prompt #167
âI donât miss you. I just miss us.â
Prompt #176
She broke him. But how was this fair, when she didnât even know she was responsible for his heart.
Prompt #214
âPlease close the door behind you.â Thatâs all they wrote.
Prompt #286: Quotes (44)
This is not how we were supposed to go to Paris. We were supposed to dance under the stars.
Prompt #316
She knew that if she would have heard these words yesterday she would have declared it the best day of her life and would have started to call everyone to let them know that he finally said the words!
But today was not yesterday and all she wanted to do right now was putting her hands over her ears and stop listening.
The hero shows up at the villainâs doorstep one night. Theyâre shivering, bleeding, scared. Thereâs also a slightly dazed look in their eyesâ they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as theyâre close to passing out, they mumble ââŚdidnât know where else to goâŚâ then collapse into the villainâs arms.
Hey there! Just know that the characters I used were created by me, and I donât want them to get stolen or anything. I just used this prompt to develop/change up one of the stories Iâve written before and to try out different scenarios and stuff. Itâs a rough draft since I wrote this at 1 am last night, but I really, really, like this prompt. Probably kinda bad but oh well.
Characters:  Lisa Engrès (Heroine) Ivan Candele (villain, but was previously known as Lisaâs lover & is a common enemy of both Adam and Lisa) Adam Van Rossum (villain)
Lisaâs POV
On the seventh strike, I became numb. My eyes began to roll back, and my knees buckled as my legs out and I fell onto the concrete floor, head first. I winced in pain as Ivan grabbed my hair and dragged me across the floor as I screamed and cried so loudly it was deafening to my own ears. In the moment, I wouldâve greeted death with dignity and regard. I yearned for death. If only death heard me then.
I was dragged to an obscured room, with stone walls and stone floors. I tried to see, but all I felt was how cold the stone was when I was released from his strong grip and thrown onto the ground. The only source of light was through the doorway, or the small crack in the wall. The light pierced my eyes, andâ
A hard blow hit me right in the stomach.
I screamed and winced in pain as I was kicked over and over again. I spoke when the kicks stopped.
âYou shouldâve killed me instead,â I breathed, clutching my stomach. I tried to make out his face, but all I saw was his silhouette.
Various splotches of colour danced across my vision as I helped myself up from the ground and rested against the wall. I winced in pain and held my abdomen, pressing against my stomach in hopes that the unbearable pain would disappear.
âPlease donât let me die,â I murmured under my breath, shutting my eyes as I felt the tears flowing out.
Silence struck me, and it has never been more deafening. It surrounded me with unbelievably terrifying thoughts of my past, the deaths of my friends and family. The reason why I became a spy.
Like shattered glass, Ivanâs deep voice pierce it and shattered my thoughts.
âKilling you wouldâve been unnecessary sweetheart,â he crooned, crouching down as he lifted my chin up. I quivered before him as I had no choice but to gaze into his hollow eyes as he grinned and spoke so softly that his words sent shivers throughout my body, âDeath only comes easy to those who deserve it.â
Breathing never felt so difficult, and strength never felt so weak.
I continued to gaze into Ivanâs eyes, staring into nothing else but an abyss of darkness and the feeling of the sudden urge for violence. I broke free from his stare, observing my surroundings as he released his hand from my chin. My left hand grazed the floor support my weight, touching a rock in the process. I clutched onto it, and began to rise up, using the wall for support. Ivanâs back was turned to me as he spoke.
âI didnât want to do this to you, but you made it so hard for me to not punish you.â He turned around, facing me. Ivan chuckled eerily.
âItâs a pity that our love story resulted in tragedy.â He stepped closer to me, raising his hand to caress my face. Yet before he made contact with me, I collected all the remaining strength I had and smashed the rock into his head. He yelled in agony, and collapsed as I frantically made my way to the open door.
Turning around, I replied, âWe were never in love.â
Ivan stood up, yelling at me, âYou bitch!â He lunged for me, but before he could grab me, I shut the door on him.
Making it outside of the secret headquarters was the easy part. The building was empty, isolated. The only sound came from the buzzing of the flickering lights.
I stumbled into the city, grunting every so often, clutching my abdomen. The rain pelted against my skin as if bullets were firing through me.
When I escaped from Ivanâs grasp, only one place came to mind.
One person.
Adam.
I lifted my head to view the streets that lay before me, catching eye of a closed bookstore with a hanging roof and stood under it.
Time, it seemed, had no purpose here, for what was only a few minutes felt like an eternity of inspecting the the puddles created by the rain, the blinding lights of the advertisements on buildings and the brisk and deft movement of cars, racing down the road.
It felt as if time slowed down for me, and then in an instant, everything that was once numb and all my sense became heightened.
I couldâve saved myself. I used to be able to save myself. Maybe itâs because the Universe hates me. My heart wonât stop beating and I donât know why but my head hurts and the only person I ever loved became my nemesis and all I feel is the constant pain stabbing me over and over again and I canât destroy that part of me andâ
Iâm dying.
And this time I canât save myself.
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When I arrived at his doorstep, limping and utterly devastated and disappointed about the fact that I came here, I tried knocking, but couldnât bring myself to do it.
With my impaired vision, bruised body, and vertiginous head, I didnât know if I would be able to defend myself if this plan didnât work out. Of course, we trained together in the same academy for years, where our feelings circled around hatred for our families despised each other.
The Engrès and Van Rossums.
Both from a bloodline of ruthless killers and corrupt leaders.
Both elitist bastards.
Well, given our history, I didnât have a backup if he decides to kill me for standing outside his residence.
I stood outside his door for approximately twenty minutes, counting each second, and each minute.
Donât be such a prude, Lisa. Just knock.
Holding my breath, I knocked on the door three times against the perfectly designed wood, bracing myself for whatâwhoâstood behind it.
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Adamâs POV
It was late at night when Adam heard footsteps from outside his door. However, he couldnât make the sound out. He lifted his gaze from his laptop, furrowing his eyebrows. Was it the rain or footsteps? Looking back down at his laptop, he saved the data from an organization he just hacked and close the laptop. Urgently, he grabbed his pistol from the compartment above his fireplace.
Who would have the balls to disturb him in this time of night?
His entire home was dimly lit, except for the pitch black corridor in which if one were to stare into it, they get lost in their surroundings.
Irritated by the nightly disturbance, he stood with his back towards the wall to the left side of the door. If the intruder (he hopes not) were to break through, he would have a clear shot at maiming them.
Adam wasnât used to visits, however, if all it was was the sound of the heavy rain, he would be thoroughly embarrassed by his actions tonight.
A intruder, on the other hand, had better brace themselves for a detailed explanation of their arrival or to surrender.
He waited 20 minutes for something, for someone.
At least it wasnât the Candeles. He thought.
Slightly confused and humiliated by his response to the sound of rain, Adam placed his pistol on his table, and proceeded to return to his laptop when he heard three knocks at his door.
He swiftly picked up his pistol, keeping it at his side while steadily placing his hand on the doorknob, gradually twisting it.
When he heard the click of the doorknob, indicating that it was now open, he swung the door wide open, and was about to aim the pistol at whoever stood in front of him, but dropped his pistol instead.
Shocked and angered by the mere presence of the woman standing before him, clearly injured and lost, he spoke.
âWhat are you doing here?â
When she looked up at him, he became utterly shattered by her eyes; glazed and unmoving. They stood with close proximity to each other, in which Adam could feel her breaths against his face and the smell of her terrible breath. Her lips quivered before she spoke, and her body swayed gently side to side as she clutched the side of her body tightly, her free arm holding herself up as she tried to lean on the wall but failed to.
âSorry..â She began, coughing. âI, umâŚdidnât know where else to go..â slurring her last words. Adam watched as Lisaâs eyes rolled back in her head as he stood in front of her, head tilting to the side, glancing at her bruised body and tired face as she collapsed into his arms.
Regarding this ACOTAR movie confirmation thingy that Sarah just posted⌠Iâm going to say this once: ACOMAF needs NEEDS to be split into two movies!
I hate it when people try to dismiss my sadness over a book by saying âitâs just a bookâ like no fuck you I put everything into my books, I think about the characters all the time, I live in their world, I rely on them to take me away from my worries and my stresses so I think youâll find my sadness is justified thank you very much
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