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xBreatheJemi
don't worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine. ♥
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http://www.youtube.com/user/IMissTheWord check out story if you love JEMI! (: You won't be disappointed.
Demi stood up when Nina did, who helped smo...
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http://www.youtube.com/user/IMissTheWord check out story if you love JEMI! (: You won't be disappointed.
Demi stood up when Nina did, who helped smooth out the wrinkles in Demi's long strapless curvaceous red dress that ended just below her knees. A perfect dress to compliment her curves in all the right places, a dress picked out by Nina.
"You look stunning, Miss." Nina smiled in pure confidence just by the sight of how amazingly gorgeous Demi looked in the clothing that fit her nicely.
"Thank you, Nina. You can go rest now, if I need anything I'll call you." Nina nodded, she knew for the time being her work was done. She walked out of Demi's bedroom stopping in front of the door frame, and turned back to face Demi with a gleam in her eyes. "Smile, okay?" She giggled, while Demi nodded, her lips turning upwards, already pleased and happy, only for Nina.
After Nina had left to her small bedroom in the maid's corridors, Demi walked to her body mirror in front of her walk-in closet and looked at herself. She honestly did not know who was standing in front of the mirror. It looked like her, but the girl in the mirror held a hint of sadness. Her eyes, once full of life were now like a bottomless ocean. There was nothing there, the girl in the mirror she looked perfect.
But, behind the perfection was the life of a girl full of misery. There was nothing there, but who would notice the difference? No one.
Demi lifted the corners of her lips slowly because she knew...a smile was all it took. A smile a day keeps the questions away. That was her motto, and she lived by it for as long as she could remember.
It wasn't that hard, she was the perfect all-American girl with the golden smile that captured the hearts of anyone and everyone.
A smile.
She quietly walked out of her bedroom, closing the door on her way out. As she descended down the long endless staircase, she took her sweet time stepping down each step to waste as much time as she could, but she knew she couldn't stall forever.
As she made her way into the living room, she noticed the two maids near Him who looked to be greeting another man who was sitting down.
"Madam." Demi nodded towards the maids who merely smiled.
As if on cue, he looked up with happiness in his eyes. "My Darling, Demi." He grinned from ear-to-ear extending his hands out, as he walked out to hug her and kiss her cheek.
"Zac." Demi said monotonously, letting him kiss her. To Demi, it was all meaningless but, she had to at least 'try' whatever that meant. It was as if they really weren't together. She still hadn't accepted it, even 2 years later, even if they were together, technically. Only due to the marriage license dated almost 2 years back.
"I've missed you." He smiled, snaking his arms around her waist.
"Yeah..." Another mumble.
No one dared to admit it, but everyone knew this was not the real Demi. The Real Demi was outgoing and happy, the girl they saw right in front of them was someone falling into a depression.
"There is someone I want you to meet." He gestured to the back of the person's head, already bringing Demi close to him as they walked toward the lovely soft cushion seats. The man seated in the chair turned his head and for a second, Demi's gaze locked with his.
"Demi, this is Joe." The man named Joe, stood up as soon as he was faced to face with Demi. He smiled, holding out his hand for Demi.
"Hello Demi, it's great to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you from your husband." Demi eyed his hand, and when he finally realized she wasn't going to shake it he set it back to his side awkwardly.
"I bet you have." She smiled fakely, looking at Zac who chuckled, sitting down with his arms around Demi's shoulder.
"I just hired Joe here, a few months back, and we've been done a lot of ground work to see his working conditions. He's going to be our new body guard."
"Oh, really?" Demi looked between Zac and Joe earnestly. This had striked a bit of interest inside her.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll be at your side 24/7." Joe winked playfully, while Demi only nodded, a bit uninterested now.
"Yes, I just wanted you to be acquainted, so if you needed to head out anywhere or anything like that, you can have someone to protect you so you don't worry anyone. I know how these past few months have been hard since I kept you in the house at all times."
"Oh, it's no problem." Demi answered, looking down at her nails which were painted a black coating.
"I guess if that's all, I'll head to the kitchen to see how dinner is coming. I bet you two must be hungry from the trip. I'll let you two talk." Demi stood up, before letting anyone answer and walked off to the kitchen with the two maids who were standing earlier following her behind.
again, here's the link :)
http://www.youtube.com/user/IMissTheWord
http://www.youtube.com/user/IMissTheWord
http://www.youtube.com/user/IMissTheWord
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Miley only scoffed at me. She took a hold of my hand and proceeded to drag me into the living room. As I mentioned before, Miley was one crazy moth...
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Miley only scoffed at me. She took a hold of my hand and proceeded to drag me into the living room. As I mentioned before, Miley was one crazy motherfucker, and I half expected to find some strange sex-themed board game arranged on the coffee table. But the only things in the living room were our friends and bowl full of tiny scraps of paper. Liam was lounging on the end of the couch, the empty spot for Miley serving as a buffer between himself and Nick and Selena, who were sitting side by side, hands interlaced. How those two ended up as a couple surpasses me, because I was damn sure that girl was a virgin. I took a seat next to Joe on the cramped loveseat, and waited for Miley to begin her festivities.
"So I'm sure you're all wondering why I invited you guys over tonight," she began, and I knew immediately from the tone of her voice that what she had planned for tonight would be like nothing she'd ever done before.
"And why you requested that we bring 'naughtiness to spare,'" I cut in.
"Oh hush, Demi," Miley countered with a playful glare. "You'll find out in a few minutes. Now, back to the situation at hand. This morning I was, um...never mind, you don't need to know what I was doing. But I got the best idea ever for a game, and I'd like to share it with you all." Miley walked over to her coffee table and picked up the bowl filled with paper. She stuck her hand inside and rustled the papers coyly. "As you can obviously tell, this bowl is filled with paper. Each piece of paper has a location written on it. You draw a slip of paper, and whatever location is written on your piece of paper is where you and your partner have to have sex."
"Sex in public?" I gasped. How could Miley have possibly known about my fear of having sex in public? Because despite my flirty demeanor, I was rather reserved when it came to my sex life. Sure, Joe and I could have round after round of mind-blowing sex, but it was usually something simple, such as missionary, and it was always in our own home. Just the thought of having strangers see me and Joe doing the dirty sent spiders crawling over my skin.
"Yes Demi sweetheart," Miley clarified patronizingly. "Sex in public. Oh, and did I mention that you have to bring back a souvenir? Don't worry, it'll be fun."
"If you say so," I grouched beneath my breath. Taking note of my uneasiness at the current situation, my boyfriend took a hold of my hand and began to rub comforting circles over the top of my hand with his thumb.
"Well miss sourpuss, since you're showing such 'interest' in my game, you and Joe can go first," Miley said in a deciding tone, telling me that I didn't have a single choice in the matter. I reached into the bowl she'd shoved beneath my nose and picked out a piece of paper, crumpling it into my palm as I drew my hand from the bowl. "Go on, Demi," Miley continued. "Tell us what you've chosen."
Keeping my eyes down, I slowly unraveled the rectangular scrap of paper and scanned my eyes over the two words written there in Miley's messy handwriting. With a slight shake in my voice, I answered, "The beach."
"Where exactly are we going to do this?" I asked Joe in a panic. We were trekking across the beach, the full beach, mind you, searching for a spot to set up our towel. Joe told me when we left this morning that there was no need for a towel, but I insisted, because the only place I could think of to have sex was out on the sand.
"We can do it in the water if that makes you more comfortable, baby," Joe suggested gently, sending a soft smile my way. Damn, why hadn't I thought of that before? "But the only problem with that is that we'll have to do it standing up." That's why.
Understanding that Joe's suggestion was far better than mine, I agreed. We abandoned our things on the beach, not even bothering to set up the towel for appearances, and headed it into the ocean. I gasped when the salt water hit my bare stomach, forgetting exactly how cold the water was. Joe was farther out, where the water was up to his shoulders, and I called him back.
"Joe, come back over here," I yelled. "It's too deep out there."
Joe nodded his head in approval and began making his way over to me. He was swimming on his back, trying to show off. When he reached me, he was floating on the current, his arms stretched over his head. I dunked his head under the water and he resurfaced, sputtering and spitting out salt water.
"What was that for?" he pouted, treading water to touch his feet to the bottom.
"You were showing off," I replied. "Now uh, let's do this."
"It would be my pleasure, baby," Joe purred. He settled his arms around my waist, just beneath the surface of the water, and pulled me flush against his body. I could feel hundreds of eyes on the two of us; my heart began to race. "Calm down, Demi," Joe said, seemingly reading my mind. "I promise no one's paying attention to us. But if you do a lot of splashing around, they will."
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Mini Story, not too long.(:
Hope you like it. Enjoy.
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Game night at the Hemsworth household tonight, my dears. Bring your boys and naughtiness to sp...
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Mini Story, not too long.(:
Hope you like it. Enjoy.
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Game night at the Hemsworth household tonight, my dears. Bring your boys and naughtiness to spare. xoxo Miley;D
It was a day to dread whenever I received a text message like this from my friend, Miley. Miley was a wickedly crazy girl, the 'partier', if you will, of our little group. Miley and I have been friends since grade school, and I'd learned very early to expect anything from Miley. And I do mean anything. Considering this, I was a bit fearful of what Miley had in mind for her 'game night'. But it was impossible to refuse an invitation from the almighty Miley Rolica. If I told her anything that even closely resembled no, she would personally walk over to my house and drag me out by my hair.
A slight consolation was the fact that our friend Selena would more than likely be attending also. As a nineteen year old college student, Selena and her boyfriend Nick had been able to opt out of every single one of Miley's 'game nights' up until this point. But Miley obviously had something special planned and wanted Selena there as well, because Miley had specifically planned this specific game night on one of Selena's infrequent free nights.
I thumbed a quick reply to Miley, telling her that I would be there, of course, and took a seat at my kitchen island. I fiddled absentmindedly with a random fruit lolling around on the linoleum countertop until I heard the front door slam, followed immediately by a deep, familiar voice.
"Demi baby, where are you?" he called out, and I could hear his bag hit the sofa as he slung it away from his shoulder. This put the image of his rippling back muscles into my mind, and I sighed with contentment at this lovely mental image.
"In the kitchen, Joe," I answered. I had to wait only a short eleven seconds before his arms slipped around my shoulders, his head coming to rest so that his plump lips were only centimeters from my ear. "So...Miley invited me over tonight. She said something about bringing along my boy and 'naughtiness to spare.'"
Joe's chuckle was low and deep when it vibrated my ear drum, which it always did when he was so close to me. Dear Lord, can you say hot? "Well that certainly sounds...interesting," Joe commented after his laughter had died away. "We'll have to go and see why exactly your friend has requested that you bring me and your 'naughtiness.' Which I know from experience that you definitely have to spare."
"Hush," I orderly playfully. "And how would you know if I have any naughtiness to spare? You haven't seen any for nearly two weeks."
"It's not my fault they sent me away," he grumbled, referring to the two week trip with Nick. Joe had been at the opposite end of the country for two weeks, fourteen days, far too long. "You know I would've rather been here with you and your naughtiness."
"Enough," I laughed. I turned my head just so, causing his lips to brush against the corner of my mouth. Just as I had had planned, Joe made no hesitation in shifting positions to kiss me fully on the lips, but I again turned my head so that his lips drew a cold horizontal line across my cheek to my ear. He pouted audibly.
"Tease," he whined.
I pried Joe's arms from my shoulders and slid my feet from the bottom rung of the chair to the floor. Once I stood solidly on my feet, I quickly smoothed out my shirt. "Quit whining, Joey," I said shortly, but playfully all the same. "I could always text Miley back and tell her that I've changed my mind and we're not coming."
"Nah, baby," Joe protested with a shake of his head. "No need to cancel. I'll be a good boy. I promise."
I smirked at him wickedly, imagining what his reaction would be when my next statement slipped past my lips. "Now Joe," I said airily. "Whoever said I wanted you to be good?"
"Oh, look who it is! Sexy Demi and Joey boy," Miley squealed when she opened the door to let us in. As I stopped to give my best friend a hug, Joe slipped past us and headed for the living room, which was where I assumed this 'game night' would be taking place. "Well, come on in, girlie! Everyone else is already here. We were just waiting on you and Joe."
"Oh, way to make me feel bad, Dragon," I chuckled, calling my friend by her nick name. I had originally dubbed her Miles, but refrained from using this nickname once I learned this was what Liam called her in bed. So, I just started calling her by our nicknames we made for each other when we were kids: Nighthawk and Dragon.
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A year prior to the first chapter; April 2010.
Demetria's smooth hands traced over the mirror reflecting her reflection, her hand touching what wo...
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A year prior to the first chapter; April 2010.
Demetria's smooth hands traced over the mirror reflecting her reflection, her hand touching what would be her soft plump full pink lips. She noticed everything about herself from her beauty, downright to her flaws. Her face, holding a blank expression was crystal clear and flawless. To Demi she was plain, just a simple person in a world of millions. To the rest of the world she was beautiful, one of a kind, a pageant winner for 'Miss America'.
Her golden brown hair glowing in the light that reflected through the room could make anyone stop and stare at her beautiful complexion.
Unlike everyone else in the household, she didn't disguise her sadness, or when she was angry. It was a miracle everyone was able to put up with her. She just was not happy living there. Some might even say she was miserable but, no one could blame Demi for feeling this way for they knew why. They understood Demi, and knew she was brave.
"You look so beautiful, Miss Demi." Nina, Demi's personal maid whom was brushing Demi's beautiful hair spoke with a soft smile. She gladly loved helping Demi show off her real true beauty.
"You know, he won't be able to keep his eyes off of you." Nina giggled, trying not to flatten the soft curls in Demi's hair.
Demi sighed, a bit bored. "When does he ever?"
"That's so true, Miss." Nina agreed, moving a piece of Demi's hair out of her eyes and to the side, "Aren't you glad he's coming back home, today?" She continued, holding onto her gorgeous smile, even making Demi smile a bit because of the wonderful atmosphere Nina presented around her.
"I guess..." Demi huffed quietly, catching Nina's curious eyes in the mirror.
"What's wrong?"
"First of all, what did I say about calling me 'Miss' or 'Madam'?" Demi rolled her eyes playfully flipping her blonde/brown hair streak to the side to compliment her gorgeous mocha brown eyes. She fought back the smile that was already forming at the edge of her lips.
"To not call you that when it's just us." Nina recited in perfect unison with Demi laughing quietly.
"That's right, so maybe you should start doing that, there is nothing wrong with calling me 'Demi'." In Demi's eyes, she saw herself as Demi, a plain girl, with nothing special about herself, not some fancy person, but Madam had been a part of her title for almost 2 years now. Yet, she still could not bring herself to accept it.
"But, Madam...it's against the rules for me to call you 'Demi' plus, I just can't. You're my boss, my employer." Nina kneeled down right beside Demi, her hand atop of her knees.
"I don't consider it that way; I thought we could be friends. Anyways, I'm going to miss this: the quiet, peacefulness without Him here." She huffed quietly, looking away from the mirror. She had enough of her own reflection; she was tired of this life, of everything, really.
If only she could put her life on pause and escape or just drift off to dreaming of another place like Alice in Wonderland or Sleeping Beauty, but that could never happen...this, this was the Real World.
She had it made for her, anyone probably would be thrilled to be in Demi's position, but what's life without happiness? Certainly not one Demi wanted to live. Sure she had a nice life, a roof over her head, and a good future ahead of her but, she would gladly throw it all away if she could just at a chance of happiness. Here, she was stuck doing something she certainly disliked, treated like someone she didn't want to be, and above all she couldn't be herself.
"Madam, Madam...he's here, waiting for you downstairs." Demi looked up to where the voice came from, the voice of a maid snapping her out of her thoughts. With a nod, the maid walked away while Demi looked down at Nina who only smiled.
"It was nice while it lasted." She whispered. Acknowledging the fact that she knew now that he was here, her full freedom was gone and again, she would live a life of misery. Not from mistreatment but, from a life she did not want to have, for putting everyone she loved before her so they could live a happy life.
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I'd love to collab with you one dayyyyy <3
Hope this year will bring all the success and hope your dreams come true!!
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You are such a great friend. (: I love ya.
I love you too! ♥♥