- Invitation Status
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Realistic, Crime, Fantasy, Sci Fi, Horror, Zombie, Vampire, Mystery,
She betrays me...
With her cold brand of love she betrays me. My heart. My love... My obsession.
She cuts me like a knife... I smile through the pain and tell her I love it... Because the truth, as sick as it is, is that I love her...
I can't live without her...
Michael Juliano lay in his average bed, in his average apartment in an average town in New Jersey. Everything about it was... Average, except for her.
Tatiana Rosenberg lay cuddled into his chest, sound asleep. His left arm was around her shoulders, caressing her blonde hair, back, and left arm. She was of Russian decent, but her lesser half (as her mother called it) was Jewish. Her mother, who had been born in America, married a wealthy Jewish lawyer. Tatiana's grandmother had come to America from Moscow in the early 20th century. She had nothing but her heritage, her pride, spirit, and work ethic. She survived, founding a family and home with a young Russian man. He was a heavy drinker, and Tatiana's mother had a somewhat difficult childhood. They were never wealthy, and so marrying a wealthy, hard working American man was important to Tatiana's mother. Marrying Solomon Rosenberg, a respected New York crime lawyer, often accused by the media of having ties to organized crime, was seen by her family as a bar setting achievement.
Tatiana was raised in a modern, wealthy home with strong Russian roots and influence. She was the youngest of three children, only twenty-three years old.
They were both naked, snuggled under soft blue sheets. A small lamp on a nightstand provided a soft light on Michael's side of the bed as he enjoyed a joint of marijuana, staring at the white, plastic phone on the nightstand next to the lamp. He flicked the ash off of the cherry and picked up the phone, punching in a seven digit number. He held the phone to his ear, glancing down at Tatiana.
A woman answered on the other end, "Hello?"
"Hey Lexi, my brother around?"
"No, he's still at work, Mikey, you wanna leave a message?"
"Yea, tell that mutt to call me," Michael said with a smile, "it's really important Lexi, okay? I need to see him."
"... Okay," Alexa replied softly after a brief second of thought.
"Thanks, Lexi."
"No problem, Mikey."
With her cold brand of love she betrays me. My heart. My love... My obsession.
She cuts me like a knife... I smile through the pain and tell her I love it... Because the truth, as sick as it is, is that I love her...
I can't live without her...
Michael Juliano lay in his average bed, in his average apartment in an average town in New Jersey. Everything about it was... Average, except for her.
Tatiana Rosenberg lay cuddled into his chest, sound asleep. His left arm was around her shoulders, caressing her blonde hair, back, and left arm. She was of Russian decent, but her lesser half (as her mother called it) was Jewish. Her mother, who had been born in America, married a wealthy Jewish lawyer. Tatiana's grandmother had come to America from Moscow in the early 20th century. She had nothing but her heritage, her pride, spirit, and work ethic. She survived, founding a family and home with a young Russian man. He was a heavy drinker, and Tatiana's mother had a somewhat difficult childhood. They were never wealthy, and so marrying a wealthy, hard working American man was important to Tatiana's mother. Marrying Solomon Rosenberg, a respected New York crime lawyer, often accused by the media of having ties to organized crime, was seen by her family as a bar setting achievement.
Tatiana was raised in a modern, wealthy home with strong Russian roots and influence. She was the youngest of three children, only twenty-three years old.
They were both naked, snuggled under soft blue sheets. A small lamp on a nightstand provided a soft light on Michael's side of the bed as he enjoyed a joint of marijuana, staring at the white, plastic phone on the nightstand next to the lamp. He flicked the ash off of the cherry and picked up the phone, punching in a seven digit number. He held the phone to his ear, glancing down at Tatiana.
A woman answered on the other end, "Hello?"
"Hey Lexi, my brother around?"
"No, he's still at work, Mikey, you wanna leave a message?"
"Yea, tell that mutt to call me," Michael said with a smile, "it's really important Lexi, okay? I need to see him."
"... Okay," Alexa replied softly after a brief second of thought.
"Thanks, Lexi."
"No problem, Mikey."