As the sun set over the city skyline, the WitchBlade pulsed with energy, its metallic surface glinting in the fading light. It had been dormant for too long, waiting for its next host to emerge.

In a dimly lit alleyway, a young woman stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to stand, her hand brushing against the WitchBlade, which had somehow found its way into her grasp.

As soon as her fingers touched the cool metal, a surge of power coursed through her body, and she felt an otherworldly force taking hold of her. Her eyes widened in shock as the WitchBlade began to transform, tendrils of energy snaking up her arm and coiling around her body.

She could feel a presence within the WitchBlade, a consciousness that seemed to be communicating with her

Becky stared at the WitchBlade in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never imagined that she would be the one chosen to wield such a powerful weapon.

But her shock was nothing compared to that of the Darkness, who had been following the WitchBlade’s movements for centuries. As he materialized in front of Becky, his eyes widened in disbelief.

She could feel its dark energy emanating from the shadows, but she stood her ground, her grip on the artifact’s hilt firm.

As the Darkness coalesced into a tangible form, Becky could see the surprise and confusion on its face. It had clearly not expected her to be the WitchBlade’s new host.

“Becky… it’s you?” the Darkness said, its voice tinged with disbelief.

Becky nodded, watching the creature warily. She knew all too well the danger it posed, but she couldn’t deny the lingering feelings she had for the person it used to be.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” the Darkness continued, its expression softening. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you. I know I hurt you, and I wish I could take it all back.”

Becky hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the Darkness’s sudden change in demeanor. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she admitted.

The Darkness took a step forward, holding out a hand. “Please, Becky. Let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I’m not the same person I was before.”

Becky stared at the Darkness’s outstretched hand, unsure of what to do. She knew that the creature had caused her a great deal of pain, but she couldn’t help the flicker of hope that rose in her chest.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out and took the Darkness’s hand. As their fingers touched, she felt a surge of energy pass between them, and a strange sensation washed over her.

In that moment, she realized that the Darkness was telling the truth. It had changed, transformed by the power of the WitchBlade and the experiences it had endured.

“I… I believe you,” she said finally, looking up at the creature before her.

The Darkness smiled, and for the first time in a long time, Becky felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make things right.

CHAPTER ONE: the Cuckoo Sisters

Becky walked through the busy streets of New York, the Witchblade pulsing with power on her wrist. She had been tasked with investigating strange energy readings in the area, and she knew that whatever was causing them was bound to be dangerous.

As she made her way towards an old abandoned building, the energy readings grew stronger, and she could sense a powerful force inside. She cautiously approached the building, her senses on high alert.

Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her. “Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” the voice said.

Becky turned around to see three identical women standing behind her. They were the Cuckoo Sisters, powerful telepaths who could control the minds of others.

“Who are you?” Becky asked, her hand instinctively gripping the Witchblade.

“We are the Cuckoo Sisters,” the three women said in unison. “And we have been expecting you, Witchblade.”

Becky could feel their telepathic powers probing at her mind, trying to break through her defenses. But she pushed back, focusing her own powers and pushing them away.

“You won’t be able to control me,” she said, her voice filled with confidence.

The Cuckoo Sisters laughed, their voices echoing through the alley. “We’ll see about that,” they said.

Suddenly, the three women closed in on Becky, their eyes glowing with a malevolent energy. But Becky was ready. With a powerful surge of energy, she unleashed the full power of the Witchblade, blasting the Cuckoo Sisters back.

The three women stumbled backwards, their powers momentarily disrupted. Becky seized the opportunity an.

“What do you want with the WitchBlade?” she demanded, her eyes locked on the sisters.

The Cuckoo Sisters exchanged a glance, their identical faces twisted into identical sneers. “What do we want with the WitchBlade?” one of them repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What don’t we want with it? Power, influence, control… the possibilities are endless.”

Becky felt a twinge of fear in her chest, but she stood her ground. “I won’t let you take it,” she said firmly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect it.”

The Cuckoo Sisters laughed, their high-pitched voices grating on Becky’s nerves. “Oh, we’re counting on it,” one of them said, and with a quick motion, they both lunged at her.

Becky swung the WitchBlade, its energy pulsing through her body as she struck out at the sisters. But they were quick, and they dodged her blows with ease.

As they circled around her, Becky could feel her energy waning. The WitchBlade was powerful, but it was draining to wield, and she knew that she couldn’t keep up this fight for much longer.

But then, something unexpected happened. The Darkness appeared beside her, its own energy crackling through the air.

“You need help?” it said, a sly grin on its face.

Becky hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to trust the creature. But she knew that she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Fine,” she said, nodding at the Darkness. “Let’s do this.”

Together, they launched themselves at the Cuckoo Sisters, the WitchBlade and the Darkness working in tandem. It was a fierce battle, but with their combined strength, Becky and the Darkness were able to overcome the sisters and send them fleeing.

Breathless and shaking, Becky leaned on the WitchBlade, her heart racing. She had won this battle, but she knew that there were many more to come.

Becky stood panting, her chest heaving with exertion, as she looked down at the defeated Cuckoo Sisters. The WitchBlade’s power still hummed through her body, and she could feel the raw energy pulsing through her veins.

As she turned to leave, she heard a voice behind her.


“That was quite a display of power, Becky.”

She spun around, startled, to see a woman standing a few feet away. The woman was tall and striking, with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to look right through her.

“Who are you?” Becky asked, her hand still clutching the WitchBlade tightly.

The woman smiled slightly. “My name is Jean Grey. I’m a mutant, like you.”

Becky’s eyes widened. She had heard of Jean Grey before, the powerful telepath and member of the X-Men.

“I’ve been watching you, Becky,” Jean continued. “I sensed the WitchBlade’s power, and I wanted to see it for myself. I have to say, I’m impressed.”

Becky felt a surge of pride at Jean’s words, but also a sense of unease. She wasn’t used to being watched, especially by someone as powerful as Jean Grey.

“What do you want?” she asked warily.

Jean’s expression turned serious. “I want to help you, Becky. The WitchBlade’s power is dangerous, and I don’t want to see you hurt yourself or others.”

Becky hesitated, unsure of what to do. She knew she needed help, but she wasn’t sure she could trust Jean.

But then she felt the WitchBlade’s power surge within her, and she knew she couldn’t face this alone.

“Okay,” she said finally. “I’ll let you help me.”

Jean nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Good. We have a lot of work to do.”

As Jean and Becky continued their conversation, a new presence made itself known.


Emma Frost sauntered into view, her cold, piercing gaze focused solely on Becky.

“Well, well, well,” Emma drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What do we have here?”

Jean turned to face Emma, her expression guarded. “What are you doing here, Emma?”

Emma’s lips twisted into a wicked grin. “I heard that my lover had found herself a new plaything, and I simply had to come see for myself.”

Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never been with Emma Frost, and she couldn’t fathom why the woman would claim her as her lover.

But Emma continued, undeterred by Becky’s confusion. “You see, darling, Becky belongs to me. She always has, and she always will.”

Jean stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. “You have no claim on Becky, Emma. She is her own person, and she doesn’t belong to anyone.”

Emma’s expression turned cold, and Becky could feel her power rippling around her like a frigid wind.

“You are mistaken, Jean,” Emma said icily. “Becky belongs to me, and I will not let her go without a fight.”

Becky felt a sense of panic rising within her. She didn’t want to be anyone’s possession, and she certainly didn’t want to be caught in the middle of this power struggle.

But as Emma and Jean faced off, their powers clashing in a dazzling display of energy, Becky knew that she would have to make a choice. And she knew that whatever she chose, it would have far-reaching consequences.

As Emma and Jean continued their heated exchange, Becky felt her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. She had never been one for drama, and the sudden appearance of these two powerful women in her life was overwhelming.

But as she watched the two of them face off, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something even more dangerous was brewing. She had sensed it before, the undercurrent of desire that ran through Jean’s words and actions.

“You know, Becky,” Jean said suddenly, her voice low and dangerous. “I’ve been thinking. The WitchBlade would be much safer in my hands than in yours. I have the experience and the power to control it. You, on the other hand, are just a novice.”

Becky felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She didn’t like the way Jean was looking at her, like she was nothing more than a means to an end.

“I’m not giving you the WitchBlade,” she said firmly, gripping the artifact tighter.

Jean’s expression turned icy. “You don’t have a choice, Becky. I can take it from you by force, if I have to.”

Becky felt her heart racing in her chest. She knew Jean was powerful, but she never thought she would turn on her like this.

And now, as Emma’s power crackled in the air around them, Jean’s gaze turned to the WitchBlade, her eyes glittering with greed.

“I see what you’re doing, Jean,” Emma said, her voice low and dangerous. “You want the WitchBlade for yourself, don’t you?”

Jean didn’t even bother denying it. “Of course I do. The power it possesses is immense, and I could do so much good with it.”

Becky felt a surge of anger rising within her. She wasn’t a pawn to be fought over by these two women, and she certainly wasn’t going to let them use her for their own purposes.

“You can’t have it,” she said firmly, her voice shaking slightly. “The WitchBlade chose me, and I won’t let anyone take it from me.”

Jean’s eyes narrowed, and Becky could feel the intensity of her power building. “You’re making a mistake, Becky. You don’t understand the true potential of the WitchBlade.”

But Becky stood her ground, her hand still tightly gripping the hilt of the WitchBlade. She knew that the power it possessed was dangerous, but she also knew that it was hers to wield. And she wasn’t about to give it up without a fight.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Jean you could barely control the Phoenix Force and you’re Omega Level” she smiled at Becky. Taking Becky’s hand, Emma guided her away from Jean Grey.

“Becky, I want you to know that I am always here for you, no matter what. I understand that you are the host for the Witchblade, and that can be a challenging and difficult responsibility. But you are strong and capable, and I believe in you. Whatever you need, whether it’s someone to talk to or just someone to listen, I am here for you. You are not alone in this, and together we can work through any obstacles that come our way. Just remember that you are loved and valued, and that I am always here to support you.”

Becky’s heart was racing as she felt Emma’s lips on hers, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. She had never felt such a rush of desire before, and it was almost overwhelming.

As Emma’s hands roamed over her body, Becky felt a sudden rush of heat shoot through her, and she couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. She had never felt so alive, so consumed with passion.

Before she knew it, Emma had hoisted her up, carrying her over to the nearby picnic table. Becky was almost dizzy with desire, her body humming with anticipation.

As Emma gently laid her down on the table, Becky felt a rush of excitement course through her. She couldn’t wait to see what Emma had in store for her.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Emma trailed her fingers down Becky’s body, tracing a line from her neck down to her waist. Becky arched her back, her body quivering with anticipation.

Emma leaned in and pressed her lips to Becky’s, her tongue darting out to tease Becky’s lips. Becky moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in Emma’s hair.

Their bodies were entwined, their passion fueling each other as they explored each other’s bodies with a frenzied intensity. Becky felt like she was on fire, consumed with desire for this woman who had captivated her so completely.

As they kissed and touched, Becky knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together. She had found something special with Emma, something that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was a connection, a bond that would keep them together no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Becky and Emma Frost’s lips met in a passionate kiss, Becky felt her heart racing with desire. Emma’s hands ran up and down her back, tracing patterns on her skin that sent shivers of pleasure through her body.

Without breaking the kiss, Emma hoisted Becky up and carried her over to the nearby picnic table. With a deft movement, she laid Becky down on the table, never breaking their kiss.

Becky wrapped her legs around Emma’s waist, pulling her in closer as she deepened the kiss. She could feel Emma’s body pressing against hers, her hips grinding against her in a delicious rhythm.

As they continued to kiss, Emma’s hands roamed over Becky’s body, teasing her skin and causing her to moan with pleasure. She felt as if she was on fire, her desire for Emma growing with each passing moment.

Finally, they broke the kiss, both gasping for air. Emma looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes.

“Are you ready for this?” she whispered.

Becky’s hands reached up to grip Emma’s hair, pulling her in closer as she continued to moan with pleasure. Emma’s hands were now sliding down her thighs, pushing her panties aside as she positioned herself between Becky’s legs.

As Emma’s lips trailed down her body, Becky felt a sudden rush of heat shoot through her. She was so turned on that she could barely contain herself, her body trembling with anticipation.

Finally, Emma’s lips reached their destination, and she began to kiss Becky’s inner thighs, working her way closer and closer to her core.

Becky could feel Emma’s breath on her skin, and she let out a low, throaty moan as she felt her lips make contact with her most sensitive spot.

Emma’s tongue was like a wildfire, flicking and teasing her with every movement. Becky could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body writhing with pleasure as she rode the waves of ecstasy.

As she reached the peak, Becky cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Emma continued to tease her, sending her into a frenzy of desire as she rode out her orgasm. Emma switched positions, laying herself out so Becky could bury her face in her pussy. Becky’s tongue darted out eagerly, exploring Emma’s folds and teasing her clit. Emma moaned with pleasure, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly as Becky worked her magic. Her tongue was like a warm, wet embrace, driving Emma wild with desire. As Becky continued to eat her out, Emma felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the familiar heat building in her belly, and she knew that she was about to come. She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rode the waves of her orgasm. When it was over, they collapsed onto the table, both panting and gasping for air. Becky felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her, knowing that she had given Emma exactly what she needed. Emma smiled at her, her eyes dark with desire. “That was amazing,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. Becky kissed her back eagerly, feeling a sense of contentment settle over her as they lay there together, lost in each other’s embrace

CHAPTER FOUR- The Cuckoos return

Becky and Emma lay there, still catching their breath, they suddenly heard a sound. They looked up and saw the Cuckoo Sisters standing there, watching them with interest. Becky blushed and tried to cover herself up, while Emma sat up and glared at them. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. “Were you spying on us?”

The Cuckoo Sisters didn’t answer, instead climbing up onto the picnic table with them. They looked at Becky and Emma with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “We just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” one of them said, reaching out to touch Emma’s cheek.

Emma slapped her hand away, scowling. “This isn’t a show for your entertainment,” she spat.

The other Cuckoo Sister stepped forward, a sly smile on her lips. “Oh, come on, Emma,” she purred. “You know you want us. We could show you so much pleasure.”

Becky felt a flash of jealousy as she watched the Cuckoo Sisters flirt with Emma. She leaned over and kissed her fiercely, trying to stake her claim. Emma responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around Becky’s waist and pulling her in closer.

The Cuckoo Sisters watched them for a moment, then turned to each other and began to kiss passionately. Becky and Emma looked on in surprise, feeling a strange mixture of arousal and disgust. They had never seen anything like this before, and it was both exciting and unnerving.

Emma, too, was being touched by one of the sisters, and she leaned into the touch, her body arching with pleasure. The other sister was now kissing and nipping at Becky’s neck, her hands roaming over her body. Becky’s own hands were moving over the curves of the sister’s body, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that she didn’t even know she possessed.

As the kisses continued, the four of them began to move in a sensual dance, their bodies pressing together in a way that was both primal and elegant. Hands were touching and exploring everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of desire.

As the heat continued to build, Becky felt herself being pushed down onto the picnic table. The Cuckoo Sisters positioned themselves on either side of her, their hands roaming over her body as they began to kiss her again. Emma was now on her knees, her head buried between one of the sister’s thighs as she pleasured her with her tongue.

Becky moaned with pleasure as the sisters’ hands caressed her body, and their lips moved down to her breasts. They took turns sucking and licking her nipples, while their hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer to them. Becky felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body writhing with pleasure as the sisters continued to pleasure her.

Suddenly, Emma’s head popped up from between the sister’s legs, a mischievous grin on her face. “Your turn,” she said, gesturing for Becky to take her place.

Becky didn’t hesitate, moving between the sister’s legs and beginning to pleasure her with her tongue. The sister moaned with pleasure, her hips bucking against Becky’s face

At the same time, the other sister was eagerly exploring Becky’s body with her hands, caressing her breasts and thighs. Emma’s fingers continued to work their magic between Becky’s legs, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, the sister beneath her cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she reached her own climax. Becky didn’t stop her ministrations, though, eager to continue pleasuring her even as she rode out her orgasm.

As the sister finally lay still, Becky pulled back and looked up at Emma and the other sister. They were both watching her with hunger in their eyes, their own desire mounting as they watched her pleasure the sister.

Without a word, Emma climbed up onto the picnic table, positioning herself over the other sister’s waiting mouth. Becky watched in awe as the sister eagerly began to pleasure Emma with her tongue, the two of them lost in their own world of pleasure.

Becky felt a surge of desire shoot through her as she watched the two of them together, and she began to touch herself, eager to join in on the fun. The sounds of pleasure continued to fill the air, and Becky knew that this was only the beginning of a long, erotic night with the Cuckoo Sisters.


Becky found herself walking down a deserted street in the middle of the night. She had lost her way and had been wandering around for hours, hoping to find someone to help her. Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her and turned around to see a man approaching her. As he got closer, she could see that he was muscular and had long, sharp claws protruding from his hands.

“Who are you?” Becky asked, trying to hide her fear.

The man, who introduced himself as Wolverine, explained that he was a mutant with special powers. He offered to help Becky find her way home, and she reluctantly agreed.

As they walked, Wolverine explained more about his powers and the struggles he faced as a mutant. Becky listened with interest, fascinated by the world of mutants and the challenges they faced.

Eventually, they arrived at a hotel , and she thanked Wolverine for his help.

“I have one more thing to offer you,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Becky turned to look at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Wolverine leaned in, his eyes locking onto hers, and kissed her deeply. Becky felt a surge of desire shoot through her as she kissed him back, his sharp claws pressing into her back as he pulled her closer.

As the kiss deepened, Becky felt herself getting lost in the passion of the moment. She knew that this encounter with Wolverine would change her forever, and she was eager to explore the unknown depths of desire that he had awakened within her.

Wolverine led Becky inside the hotel and up to his room. Once inside, he closed the door behind them and turned to face her.

“You’re safe here,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring.

Becky nodded, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. She had never been alone with a man like Wolverine before, and she wasn’t sure what to expect.

Wolverine moved closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re not in any danger now,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Becky couldn’t help but shiver at his touch. She felt drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain. She looked up into his intense gaze and felt her heart skip a beat.

“Is there anything you need?” Wolverine asked, his voice softening.

Becky shook her head, unable to find her voice. Wolverine took a step closer to her, and she felt her body respond, her heart racing with desire.

She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations that were overwhelming her.

Wolverine’s touch was firm and confident, and Becky felt herself being swept away by the intensity of it all. She had never felt anything like it before. She moaned, the pleasure building inside of her, as he continued to explore her body with his fingers.

As he moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there, Becky felt herself on the brink of ecstasy. She tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on, as he continued to explore her body.

And then, with a final burst of pleasure, she cried out, her body convulsing in his arms. Wolverine held her tightly, kissing her forehead as she came back down to earth.

They lay there together, breathing heavily, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. For a few moments, they simply lay there, lost in the afterglow of their passion.

Finally, Wolverine leaned over and kissed her forehead again. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

Becky smiled up at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She had never felt so happy, so safe, so loved. And she knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together.

Becky woke up the next morning feeling a bit disoriented. She looked around the room, trying to remember where she was. And then, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her, and she blushed at the memory.

As she sat up in bed, she noticed that there was a note on the nightstand. She picked it up and read it.

“Hey, Becky. Sorry I had to leave early. Had some things to take care of. You can stay as long as you want. I’ll be back soon. – Logan.”

Becky smiled, feeling grateful for Wolverine’s kindness. She got out of bed and decided to take a shower. As she was getting dressed, she heard a knock on the door.

She walked over to the door and opened it, surprised to see a young girl standing there. The girl was about her age, with short hair and an intense gaze. She looked vaguely familiar, but Becky couldn’t quite place her.

“Can I help you?” Becky asked, a little apprehensively.

The girl stepped forward, and Becky noticed that she was holding a length of rope in her hands. “Hi, I’m Laura,” she said, holding out the rope. “I heard you might need some help with this.”

Becky looked at the rope, feeling a bit confused. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. What is this for?”

Laura smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I heard that you and Logan had some fun last night. I thought you might want to try something new. Something…kinky.”

Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never tried anything like that before. But as she looked at Laura, she felt a strange sense of curiosity. Maybe this could be fun.

She nodded slowly. “Okay, I’m interested. What do I need to do?”

Laura’s smile widened, and she motioned for Becky to sit on the bed. “Just relax and let me take care of everything,” she said.

Becky sat down, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She watched as Laura began to deftly knot the rope, her hands moving quickly and confidently.

Within a few minutes, Laura had created a complex knot, with loops and twists that looked both beautiful and intimidating. She held it up for Becky to inspect.

“Ready to try it out?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Becky nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building inside of her. She had never felt so daring, so adventurous.

Laura helped her slip her hands into the loops of the rope, securing it tightly around her wrists. Becky felt a momentary sense of panic as she realized that she was completely helpless, at the mercy of this strange girl.

But as Laura began to gently tug on the rope, pulling Becky’s hands behind her back, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. This was exciting, thrilling, something that she had never experienced before.

As Laura continued to play with the rope, Becky felt herself slipping deeper and deeper into a state of arousal. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations that were overwhelming her.

And as she felt Laura’s lips on her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there, she knew that she would never forget this moment. It was a moment of pure passion, pure desire, pure pleasure. And it was all thanks to the mysterious girl with the rope.


I raise my hand, and the room fills with the crackle of energy. It feels good, somehow, the words of power coming naturally to me. For a moment, I forget the terrible, angry rage that has been burning inside me for months.

That’s when I see her. Becky. She’s talking to Buffy, and I can see the way her auburn hair catches the light. Her smile is like the sun, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

Something in me shifts, and I know without a doubt that I want her. I want to feel her hands on my skin, to hear her whispering words of love in my ear. I want all of her, every inch of her, and nothing and no one is going to stop me from having her.

My longing for Becky consumes me, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I yearn for her touch, her warmth, her breath against my skin. Every fiber of my being aches for her, and I am powerless to resist.

But as I try to play it cool around her, I am met with nothing but indifference. Her laughter and playful teasing only fuel my desire for her, and I find myself unable to think of anything else but her.

Gradually, we start to connect on a deeper level. We share our hopes, dreams, and fears, and I find myself opening up to her in a way that I never have before. There is a bond between us that cannot be broken, and I know that I have found someone special.

One evening, as we sit together in the park, I am overcome with a sense of clarity. I lean in to kiss her, and our lips meet in a fiery embrace. The taste of her on my tongue is electrifying, and I feel a rush of heat coursing through my veins.

From that moment on, we are inseparable. Our passion ignites like a wildfire, and we spend every moment we can together, exploring each other’s bodies with reckless abandon.

Our attraction quickly becomes an all-consuming flame, burning brighter and hotter with each passing day. We can’t keep our hands off each other, and every moment spent apart is like an eternity.

The sensation of her skin against mine is electrifying, and I find myself lost in the rapture of her touch. Her breathy whispers of desire drive me wild, and I respond with a fervor that I never knew existed within me.

We spend our nights tangled in each other’s embrace, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we explore every inch of each other with wild abandon. Nothing else matters in those moments; all that exists is the two of us, consumed by a passion that feels like it could never fade.

In her arms, I feel alive and free, liberated from the weight of the world and the darkness that has plagued me for so long. She is my light, my salvation, and I know that I could never let her go.


Sosuke Aizen stood before his loyal followers, his voice ringing out with the unmistakable tone of a man who believed himself to be unstoppable.

“Power is everything,” he declared, his eyes blazing with conviction. “With enough power, we can conquer the world. With enough power, we can reshape reality itself. And I, Sosuke Aizen, have more power than any of you could ever imagine.”

His followers cheered, their faces twisted into expressions of rapturous adulation. They hung on his every word, lost in the hypnotic spell of his charisma.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, Aizen saw her. Becky.

She stood at the back of the room, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of anger and confusion. He felt a pang of something deep within him, a sudden stirring that he couldn’t quite explain.

He stumbled over his words, his speech faltering. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice cracking.

Becky didn’t flinch. “I came to stop you,” she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Aizen just laughed, trying to regain his composure. “You can’t stop me,” he said. “No one can. I am the most powerful being in existence.”

Becky narrowed her eyes. “That may be true,” she said. “But power isn’t everything. You’ve lost sight of what’s really important.”

Aizen’s heart skipped a beat. He felt a sudden rush of emotion, a mix of anger and confusion and something else that he couldn’t quite identify.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I do what I do because I want to create a world where we can all be free, where we can all be powerful.”

Becky shook her head. “That’s not freedom,” she said. “That’s just tyranny. You’re just another dictator, trying to impose your will on others.”

Aizen bristled, his eyes flashing with rage. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “You’re just a naive little girl.”

Becky didn’t back down. “I may be young,” she said. “But at least I know right from wrong. And what you’re doing is wrong.”

Aizen stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a sudden surge of emotion, a mix of anger and desire and confusion.

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and desperate. “I’m doing all of this for you. Don’t you see that? I’m doing it because…because I love you.”

Becky’s expression softened for a moment as she looked at Aizen. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, but she knew that his actions were not motivated by love.

“Aizen, what you’re doing is not love,” she said gently. “Love doesn’t involve manipulating and controlling people. It’s about respecting others’ freedom and letting them make their own choices.”

Aizen’s expression hardened again. “You just don’t get it, do you?” he said. “The world is a dangerous place, and if I don’t do what I’m doing, we’ll all be slaves to the powerful. I’m trying to protect you and everyone else.”

Becky shook her head. “Protecting people by taking away their freedom is not protection at all,” she said. “It’s just another form of oppression.”

“I’ll make you see,” he said finally, his voice cold and determined. “I’ll show you that what I’m doing is the only way.”

Becky took a step forward, reaching out to touch Aizen’s face. “Aizen please..”

Aizen closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her hand against his cheek. “Say that you’ll stay with me,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Say that you’ll help me create a new world, a world where we can be together.”

Becky’s eyes widened in shock. She had never expected to hear those words from him, of all people. But there was something in his voice, something raw and honest, that made her heart skip a beat.

Becky hesitated, torn between her love for Aizen and her belief in what was right. She knew that things would never be simple with him, that there would always be a darkness lurking just beneath the surface.

But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something that she had never seen before – vulnerabilty.


My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him. Bobby Goren!

What was he doing here? He was going to ruin everything!

I tried to control my breathing, taking deep and slow breaths to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me like this, not after all the planning and hard work I had put in. I glanced around the room, trying to find a way out, but there was none.

Bobby was looking straight at me, his piercing gaze making me feel uneasy. I had never felt so exposed before, as if he could see right through me.

“Becky, meet your new partner,” Eames said, gesturing towards Bobby.

I forced a smile, trying to act nonchalant. “Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand.

Bobby didn’t take it. Instead, he looked at me with a hint of suspicion. “Eames, what’s going on?” he asked.

Eames rolled her eyes. “Can’t I assign a new partner without being interrogated?” she said.

Bobby shook his head. “It’s not that. Something doesn’t feel right,” he said, eyeing me again.

I felt a knot form in my stomach. What did he suspect? Did he know anything?

I tried to divert the attention away from me. “So, what’s our first case?” I asked, putting on a smile.

Bobby didn’t answer. He just stared at me for a few more seconds before turning his attention to Eames.

As they discussed the case details, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Bobby’s presence made me feel exposed, as if he was going to uncover my secrets.

With a suddenness that felt almost supernatural, Nicole Wallace appeared before my very eyes.

It was as if she had materialized out of the ether, her presence filling the small room with an electric tension that crackled and sparked like a live wire. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I was lost in her gaze – a cold, calculating stare that seemed to hold me in a thrall.

She was taller than I remembered, her lithe frame draped in a loose-fitting cloak that obscured her figure, but did little to hide the dangerous edge that lurked beneath the surface. Instinctively, my hand went to my pocket, where the hilt of my trusty switchblade awaited my command. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I knew one thing for certain – I was ready for anything.

“Long time no see,” Nicole said, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. “I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

“What do you want, Nicole?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.

“What do I want?” she repeated, a wicked smile gracing her lips. “Why, I want what I’ve always wanted – power, prestige, and total control. And I think you and I both know that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get it.”

“You’re not going to get away with this,” I said, stepping closer to her.

Nicole laughed. “Oh, I beg to differ,” she said. “I’ve already gotten away with plenty, haven’t I? Faking my own death, disappearing without a trace – all the while building my reputation as one of the most feared and respected criminals in the city. And now, I’m back – bigger and badder than ever before. And you, my dear, are either with me or against me. So what’s it going to be?”

Nicole’s grip was tight around my neck, and I struggled to breathe. Her eyes were cold and calculating, and I could feel the fear creeping up my spine.

“I know plenty about Bobby Goren,” i said, my voice barely above a whisper. “He’s a brilliant detective, but he’s also a loose cannon. He doesn’t follow the rules, and he’s not afraid to cross lines that other cops won’t. And now, he’s on your trail. He knows you’re alive, and he won’t stop until he brings you to justice.”

Nicole’s grip tightened even more, and I gasped for air. “You think you’re so smart,” she hissed. “But you have no idea what you’re up against. Bobby Goren is nothing compared to me. I’m a master manipulator, a genius strategist. And I always come out on top.”

I took a step back, my hand instinctively going to my throat where Nicole’s fingers had left an imprint. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Bobby is just my partner. We work together, that’s all.”

Nicole’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she was going to strike me again. “You’re lying,” she spat. “I can see it in your eyes. You want him, don’t you?”

I felt my cheeks flush with anger. “That’s none of your business,” I snapped. “And even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. Bobby is a professional. He wouldn’t let personal feelings get in the way of his work.”

Nicole chuckled, a sound that made my skin crawl. “Oh, sweetie,” she said condescendingly. “You really have no idea, do you? Bobby is just as vulnerable as the rest of us. And when it comes to matters of the heart, he’s even more so.”

I felt a pang of sympathy for Bobby. I knew he had been hurt in the past, and I couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have someone like Nicole using that against him. But at the same time, I couldn’t let her intimidate me. I had to stand up for myself, for Bobby, and for what was right.

“I don’t care what you think you know,” I said firmly. “Bobby is my partner, and I trust him completely. And if you try to hurt him or anyone else, I’ll make sure you pay for it.”

Nicole’s expression turned cold, and for a moment, I thought she was going to strike again. But then she just smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. “I look forward to it,” she said, before turning on her heel and disappearing into the shadows.

I whispered. “Nicole Wallace is alive.”

Bobby stared at me in disbelief “you don’t know what you’re talking about!” “Please Bobby, listen to me..”

Bobby stood, “listen to you?!” He was incredulous “do you know how insane you sound? Nicole Wallace had her heart carved out by a man who I thought was my mentor!” Bobby hissed.

This was not going at all as I had planned.

“I’m telling you,” I inhaled deeply “Nicole Wallace isn’t a ghost! She is flesh and bone!”

Bobby shook his head “you’re delusional! I want you off Major Case!” The door to the major case interrogation room opened And Eames stuck her head in.

“Oh for the love of Gawd,Bobby! I’ve been looking for you!” Eames exclaimed. She hesitated sensing the tension between Bobby and I. “What are you two doing in here?” She asked.

“Becky and I aren’t working out” Giving me a cold disgusted glare, Bobby walked past Eames

I stood there, watching as Bobby stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Eames turned to me, a concerned look on her face. “What’s going on, Becky? Is everything okay?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “It’s Nicole Wallace,” I said. “I think she’s still alive.”

Eames’ expression hardened. “Don’t even go there, Becky. Nicole Wallace is dead. We all saw the body.”

“I know, I know,” I said, feeling a growing sense of frustration. “But I have evidence, Eames. I’ve been doing some digging, and I think there’s a cover-up going on.”

Eames shook her head. “I don’t have time for this, Becky. Major Case is in the middle of a high-profile investigation, and we can’t afford to be distracted by wild conspiracy theories.”

“But Eames,” I protested, “what if I’m right? What if Nicole Wallace is still out there, plotting and scheming?”

Eames sighed. “Look, Becky. I know you’re new to Major Case, but you need to understand something. Bobby has been through a lot when it comes to Nicole Wallace. He’s lost colleagues, he’s been betrayed, and he’s come close to losing his sanity. So if you’re going to go around making these kinds of accusations, you need to be damn sure you have solid evidence to back them up.”

“But Eames, I-“

“I’m sorry, Becky,” she interrupted firmly. “But until you can provide concrete evidence to support your claim, we have to assume that Nicole Wallace is still dead. Now, go home and get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Later on that night.

I steepled my fingers under my chin and contemplated the drink in front of me. Bobby was becoming a problem! Did he believe me about Nicole Wallace being alive? No. But now I was going to be on his radar!

“Poor Becky,” Nicole’s silky purr made me freeze. “Drinking in this dive” she glanced around the bar in amusement “Alone.”

How had she found me.

I slowly turned my head to face her, trying to hide my surprise. “What do you want, Nicole?” I asked, my tone cautious.

Nicole leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with mischief. “I heard Bobby didn’t take the news of my being alive well” she purred.

I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my cool. “He took it real well Nicole,” I drawled sarcastically.

“Oh Becky Nicole laughed, a mocking edge to her voice. “What motive could you possibly have for trying to keep me in Bobby’s crosshairs? I’m still alive and kicking, and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”

I narrowed my eyes, feeling anger flare up inside me. “You don’t know what I’m capable of,” I warned her. “Don’t underestimate me.”

Nicole’s expression sobered slightly, and for a heartbeat, I thought I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes. But then she recovered, her lips curling up in a sly smile. “Oh, I’m not underestimating you, Becky,” she said. “I know exactly what you’re capable of.”

“You’re right, Nicole,” I said quietly, looking away. “I can’t change the past, and I can’t control what you do now. But I hope you understand that I won’t let you hurt the people I care about.”

Nicole laughed, but there was a hint of bitterness in her voice. “You’re so predictable, Becky. Always thinking about other people before yourself. That’s why you’ll never be able to beat me.”

I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of frustration. Nicole was right – I was always putting others before myself, and it had gotten me into trouble more times than I could count. But I couldn’t change who I was, and I couldn’t let Nicole win.

“I don’t have to beat you, Nicole,” I said, my voice low and steady. “I just have to make sure you don’t hurt anyone else. And if that means taking you down, I won’t hesitate to do it.”

Nicole’s smile faltered, and for a moment, I thought I saw fear in her eyes. But then she shook her head, as if to dismiss my threat.

“Look at you!” She exclaimed laughing, gesturing to the bar and then me. “You are floundering! you’re in over your head, little girl. Bobby doesn’t need a partner like you. He needs someone who can handle the darkness.” she took a step towards me, her blue eyes raking over me derisively,

I gritted my teeth. “I can handle anything he can. Unlike Bobby,” I gritted out, “I am not afraid of doing what needs to be done.”

I framed Nicole’s face with my hands and kissed her. Hard. I startled her. I deepen the kiss. My tongue plunging deep into her mouth. Everything everyone faded away in that moment. Nicole became pliant in my arms, her struggling ebbing as she sensed my growing hunger. “

Ooh Becky” she moaned “whatever will Bobby say!” I ignored the jibe. Bobby Goren was becoming a thorn in my side. It took me years to lure Nicole out of hiding. Here she was, in my arms. Right where I wanted. Nicole’s soft whimper as I trailed kisses down her throat made me wet. I hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“Becky?” Nicole laughed nervously, “here? In public?!”

My eyes scoured over her desire flushed features “this bar is a dive. No one cares. No one is going to be watching what I’m going to do to you” I answered. I carried her to a nearby table.

I ignored the jibe. Bobby Goren was becoming a thorn in my side. It took me years to lure Nicole out of hiding. Here she was, in my arms. Right where I wanted her.

“You tried to tell Bobby about me, he didn’t believe you” Nicole panted between kisses.

“No he didn’t. He called me crazy, deluded. How could the woman he loved still be alive?” Staring into Nicole’s desire glazed eyes, I felt a sense of satisfaction. This wasn’t just about sex. It was about power. power over Bobby. power over Nicole and power over myself.

Nicole whimpered as i trailed my lips and tongue down her neck to her breasts.

“Tell me are you going to beg me to make you cum,Nicole?” I ripped open her bodice. Her breasts were beautiful, full round and plump.

“I’m not used to giving up my control,Becky” Nicole sighed. I teased a nipple with my tongue. Biting it with my teeth. she whimpered.

“You are a manipulative little bitch, Nicole” I breathed on her skin. “Do you think I really want Bobby to find you?” My fingers were inches from her pussy.”I hunted you for years, lured you out of hiding”

Nicole’s eyes widened in fear and something similar to hunger. She enjoyed the feel of my fingers teasing her. Tracing the outline of her pussy through her damp panties before I cupped her pussy. Nicole let out a gasp. I palmed her pussy. Stroking her through her panties. The fabric was soaked. I pushed her panties to the side.

I slide one finger inside her.

Nicole arched, thrusting herself onto my hand. “Yes, Becky!” I pumped my finger deeper making her juice squirt all over my finger. I added another finger.

I finger fucked her hard, scissoring my fingers deep and fast out of her dripping pussy. Nicole moaned, throwing her head back. I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction. It was exactly what I wanted.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I whispered in her ear

“Yes,” she mewled, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers.

I could feel my own arousal growing as I watched her respond to my touch. It was like a drug, the power I had over her. But it wasn’t just about power. I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.

I leaned in to kiss her again, our tongues tangling together as I continued to finger fuck her. I knew she was close, and I wanted to push her over the edge.

Nicole moaned loudly, her fingers gripping the table tightly. Her hips lifted to meet my hand. I added a third finger, stretching her.

“Yes Becky!” She sobbed. I thumbed her clit. I loved seeing Nicole in my control. I would bring her to the edge of orgasm, then ease off. Her body was taut, trembling.

“lick my clit! Eat me!” She begged. Draping her thighs over my shoulders I buried my face in her pussy . I licked and sucked her clit. Nicole bucked against me. Her fingers in my hair “oh my god yes Becky Becky! Lick my clit just like that!” She cried

“I need you to eat my pussy!” I didn’t need any more encouragement. I dove in, my tongue exploring every inch of her wetness. I flicked my tongue over her clit, then plunged it deep inside her. Nicole’s moans became louder and more frantic with every passing moment. I could feel the tension building inside of her.

my fingers teasing her entrance. Her hips bucked against my face, and I knew she was close. I sucked harder on her clit and pressed my fingers deep inside her, hitting just the right spot.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” she screamed as she exploded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of her juice and continued to lick her clean, relishing in the taste of her.

I continued to pleasure her until she came hard, her body convulsing and shuddering.

As she lay there, breathing heavily, I stood up straight and looked at her. “You belong to me now, Nicole,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “I won’t let Bobby take you from me.”

She laid trembling on the table. It took her a moment to stir. Nicole smiled. “I am no one’s possession,” she murmured. She reached for me. Her kiss was hard. “That was amazing, Becky. But payback?”

I was startled when Nicole’s hands wandered down to my pants, eagerly undoing the button and dragging the zipper down. With a little assistance from me, she managed to get her hand inside.

“Ooh Becky you’re so wet.” She purred. Her fingers found my slit. I gasped, as she parted my slick folds

with her finger and began to finger me slowly at first, exploring the depths of my sex. My core was throbbing with pleasure, and I couldn’t help but moan aloud. I threw my head back, losing myself in the overwhelming sensations her skilled fingers were evoking in me.

Nicole increased the tempo of her movements, curling her fingers up to hit my g-spot with each stroke. My hips bucked uncontrollably in response, my body writhing in pleasure. Her thumb found my clit, rubbing it gently in circular motions, and I felt like I was about to cum.

“Don’t stop, Nicole,” I breathed, desperate for more. Nicole grinned, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me. She continued to finger me relentlessly until I reached the edge, and then she gave my clit one last hard rub.

I exploded into an intense orgasm, my body convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. Nicole kept her fingers inside me, gently stroking until the last tremors subsided. When I finally opened my eyes again, I saw her looking at me with a satisfied grin on her face.

“That was amazing,” I whispered to her, still panting heavily. “You’re amazing.”

Nicole leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she murmured, before she pulled her fingers out and brought them to her mouth, licking off my juices. “Mmm, you taste so good,” she said, grinning at me.

“Now about Bobby”

Before I could continue, she was scrambling up off the table. Straightening her clothes. “Don’t ruin the mood, Becky!” She snapped. “You and I are going to finish the night at my hotel.”

The morning didn’t bode well. Irritable and doing his damnedest to avoid me, after a few hours perusing a case file, Bobby had enough.

“Excuse me, but do you mind? We’re trying to work here,” Bobby snapped, trying to focus on the evidence in front of them.

I looked up from my music player, my face contorted with confusion. “What’s wrong? I’m just trying to lighten the mood a bit.”

His eyebrow arched. “Lighten the mood, kind of like yesterday?”

I felt a jolt of panic shoot through me. “Yesterday?”

Bobby gave an impatient sigh, “ you went on a tangent about Nicole being alive!” his anger simmering just below the surface.

My heart raced as I tried to keep my expression neutral. “You didn’t believe me,” I shuffled some papers “why hash it out?”

Bobby leaned forward across his desk, resting his chin on his palm. “What do you think you know about Nicole. And don’t give me the Wiki abridge version” he demanded.

I smiled, my eyes meeting his. “ Nicole is your White whale. I believe Moby Dick was her favourite book. She was misunderstood not a sociopath She was freakishly intelligent”

I observed the shocked expression on Bobby’s face as he processed the information I had just revealed to him. He leaned back in his chair, seemingly at a loss for words.

After a brief moment of silence, I couldn’t help but chuckle at Bobby’s reaction. “Bobby, are you okay?” I asked, feigning concern. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost!”

As I gathered my case files and prepared to leave, I walked past Bobby and paused for a moment. Leaning down close to his ear, I whispered, “Nicole says hello.”

With a final laugh, I playfully clapped Bobby on the shoulder before heading out the door, relishing in the knowledge that I had just left him reeling with the unexpected revelation.


Jack Snyder tried to ignore the stabbing pain in his chest as he locked eyes with Becky, the woman he had left shattered when he walked away to marry Carly Tenney.

“I can’t believe you had the nerve to show up here,” Becky hissed, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt.

“I didn’t come to fight, Becky,” Jack said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I just need to talk to you about–“

“About what, Jack? About how you threw away everything we had? You left me! Without so much as a word! you broke my heart into a million pieces! You didn’t even say goodbye!”

“I’m sorry, Becky. I know what I did was wrong, but I had my reasons–“

“Reasons? What reasons could you possibly have for leaving me?! 10 years! That’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen you! Now suddenly I hear you’re married?! Married! My god, Jack you married Carly! Not once but twice! Someone who doesn’t know the first thing about love or loyalty or anything that actually matters?”

“Don’t talk about Carly like that,Becky! I love her. But I still care about you. I always will.”

“Save your sympathy for someone who actually wants it, Jack. I don’t need your pity or your guilt. I just need you to leave me alone.”

With that, Becky turned on her heel and walked away, her back straight and her shoulders tense with anger and pain. Jack stood there, alone and helpless, wishing more than anything he could go back in time and undo the mistakes that had brought him to this moment.

But he knew it was too late for that, and all he could do now was try to make amends in whatever way he could, even if it meant facing Becky’s wrath head on. Because no matter what happened between them, he knew deep down that he still cared about her, and nothing would ever change that.

-I love CarJack!


Bobby Goren had always thought that he had finally come to terms with the death of Nicole Wallace. He had mourned her loss, had grieved, had moved on. Or so he had thought until now, until this moment when he saw her, alive and well, standing before him.

For a moment, he could not believe his eyes. He blinked, rubbed them, looked again. And there she was, her hair longer than the last time he had seen her, her face a little changed, but unmistakably her. The very sight of her was like a dagger piercing his heart, re-opening an old wound that he had thought had healed.

The anger came first, hot and fierce. Bobby stalked towards her, his hands trembling with rage. “You,” he said, his voice low, guttural. “You did this to me. You made me believe that you were dead. You made me grieve, made me suffer. And all this while you were alive, living your life without a care in the world.”

Nicole raised her hands, a gesture of appeasement. “I know, Bobby, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Her voice was gentle, almost pleading. “Please, let me explain.”

But Bobby was beyond reason. He could see nothing but his own pain, his own torment. “Explain what?” he spat out. “That you had to run away, that you couldn’t face the consequences of your actions? You killed people, Nicole. Innocent people. And you ran away, leaving me and everyone else to pick up the pieces.”

Tears sprang to Nicole’s eyes, and then she blinked them away, a flicker of defiance coming into her expression. “You don’t know what it was like for me,” she said, her voice shaking a little. “I was trapped, Bobby, by my own fears, my own demons. I didn’t know how to break free. And then, when I finally did, when I thought I could start over, I found out that you were the lead detective on my case. I knew that you would never let me go, that you would hound me until the end of time.”

Bobby’s fists clenched, his body rigid with anger. “So you decided to fake your own death, to leave me and everyone else without any closure, without any answers. You left me to suffer, Nicole, to question myself, my own judgment, my own sanity.”

“I had to,” Nicole said, and now there was a desperate note in her voice. “I had to protect myself, Bobby. I had to start over, make a new life for myself. You don’t know what it’s like to live in fear, to feel like you’re constantly looking over your shoulder, waiting for the past to catch up with you. I had to do what I did.”

Bobby shook his head, his eyes blazing. “No, you didn’t. You could have faced your fears, your past. You could have taken responsibility for what you did. But instead, you chose the coward’s way out. You chose to run, to hide, to leave me and everyone else behind.”

Nicole’s shoulders slumped, and now she looked defeated, broken. “I know, Bobby,” she whispered. “I know that what I did was wrong, that it hurt you, hurt everyone. But please, can’t you understand? Can’t you see that I was just trying to survive?”

Bobby looked at her, looked deep into her eyes, and for a moment, he felt a flicker of something that he could not quite name. It was almost like pity, like understanding. But then, the anger surged back, strong and fierce. He turned around and walked away, his hands still trembling, his heart still aching.

He knew that he could never forgive her, never forget what she had done. He knew that this was a wound that would never truly heal. And he knew that he could never trust her again, even if he wanted to.

For now, all he could do was walk away, alone, and try to forget the past. But he knew that it would haunt him forever, that the specter of Nicole Wallace would never truly leave him. And he knew that he would never be the same again.



The merest whisper of lips brushing over my ear invaded the warmth depths of my sleep. I tried to ignore the velvet rasp of a tongue licking the shell of my ear, followed by the sharp nip of teeth.

Unexpected surge of pain and then pleasure crashed over my wakening senses. I moaned fretfully.

“nice try, Mochi” the gravelly voice rumbled in my ear, “I know you are awake!”

I pouted into my pillow. Mason was such a stickler for mornings. He enjoyed waking up early, whereas I slept in. He got in a run, shower and even a few business calls before eight am. That was inhumane.

“no” I grumbled.

Mason chuckled. There was little warning before the comforter was ripped off me. I let out a shriek as I was rolled underneath him. My arms yanked high above my head. His fingers circling my wrists.

Mason’s lips twitched at the corner. “You’re quite the spoiled one, aren’t you? You always want things your way and can’t stand hearing ‘no’,” he teased, leaning in closer until his mouth was just inches away from mine. “But indulging your every whim will be the death of me. I think it’s time for a little punishment to set you straight.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at his words. “Well, if being spoiled means getting what I want, then I guess I am.” I teased back, my eyes locking with his.

Mason’s lips turned into a grin as he leaned in closer. “And what do you want, little brat?” he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek.

My heart raced with anticipation as I leaned in even closer, feeling the heat between us grow more intense. “Right now, I want you,” I answered huskily, my fingers tracing the lines of his shirt.

Mason’s lips found mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. His strong arms pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine as we kissed with a fiery passion. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intense desire between us, and the overwhelming need to indulge in every pleasure we craved.

As we broke apart, breathless and gasping for air, Mason’s eyes glittered with mischief. “Looks like I’ll have to indulge my little brat some more,” he said with a playful grin, his fingers running over my skin. “Unfortunately, it will have to wait until this evening”

I was impressed with the luxurious appearance of the restaurant, later that night.

The sommelier was prompt with wine. “She will have Iced Americano, thank you” Mason cut in before the sommelier could pour me a glass.

“Don’t be a hard ass, Mase!” Joel chuckled “let her drink”

Mason’s eyes flashed and there was a barest of smiles on his lips “Becky doesnt drink” he thanked the sommelier and dismissed her. A waitress appeared with my Iced Americano. Joel leered at her.

Mason shot him a warning look before turning his attention back to me. He leaned in, “order whatever you want,” he whispered, “I will try to end this dinner as quickly and painlessly as possible”

Mason and Joel talked about their business ventures, throwing around terms and concepts that threaten to put me to sleep.

Joel shifted the conversation to himself once our meals were served.

He believed himself to be God’s gift to women. He bragged endlessly about his lavish vacations in the Caribbean, his splurges on luxury resorts, cars, and stunning women. And yet, despite all his bluster, he lacked even a hint of arm candy. I seethed with annoyance that I’d let Mason talk me into a dinner with such a blowhard. I barely spoke, responding with curt yes or no answers. I knew I was being rude, but I couldn’t bear to waste any more of my precious time. I’d much rather have been snuggled up under the covers with a good book than forced to listen to this man’s ceaseless prattle. I mulled over the various ways I could punish Mason for putting me through such a torturous experience.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t hide the disgust and boredom I felt towards the self-absorbed idiot sitting across from me. I wasn’t an actress, and I refused to pretend to enjoy his meaningless small talk. I had no tolerance for fools, especially when they made revolting comments about women. It took all my willpower not to pick up my fork and silence him for good. Suddenly, Mason’s firm touch on my hand snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked down to see our fingers intertwined and then up at his face.

“Do you want dessert” he smiled. Before I could answer Joel interrupted.

Joel had a smirk across his face as he asked, “Does she really need dessert?” His gaze trailed up and down my body. “It’s not like she requires it.” Mason’s grip on my hand intensified, and I couldn’t help but feel the urge to gouge Joel’s eyes out. “Becky can have whatever she desires,” Mason retorted with a smooth tone. “I would rather indulge her than face her anger.”

Joel snorted. “You shouldn’t let your woman wear the pants! She should know her place!”

I smirked, “A woman should know her place.” Joel glared at me, “And what place is that?” I replied with a sweet smile, “Similarly, a man should know his place. Men have a tendency to act like kids and require consistent coddling to prevent their delicate egos from being harmed. Although they desire women to be in a subservient position, they are unwilling to take on any responsibilities.” I closed my eyes, “In my opinion, instead of being supportive and uplifting to their partners, men frequently belittle and demoralize them to enhance their egos.”

Mason’s grip on my fingers tightened even more. I knew I was crossing a line, but I couldn’t help myself. Joel’s arrogance was too much to bear.

Mason spoke up, “Becky is entitled to her opinion, Joel. And I happen to agree with her. A real man lifts up his partner, not tear them down.”

Joel grumbled under his breath.

“I’ll have the salted caramel cheesecake,” I said, quickly placing my order before Joel could make any more remarks.

Mason ordered a slice of chocolate cake for himself and we sat in silence as we waited for our desserts. My mind was still reeling from Joel’s comment, but Mason’s reassurance put me at ease.

“You’re beautiful just the way you are,” he whispered, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “Don’t let anyone make you feel less than that.”

I gave him a small smile and leaned in for a kiss, feeling grateful for his unwavering support. When our desserts arrived, I savored every bite of my cheesecake, feeling unapologetic for indulging in something I truly desired.

As soon as dinner was finished, I made an excuse to leave early. I couldn’t wait to get away from Joel and his disgusting comments. Mason walked me to my car, his hand resting on my lower back. “I’m sorry about Joel. He can be quite insufferable at times.”

I huffed a laugh, “You don’t have to apologize for your friends. I just couldn’t stand hearing him talk anymore.”

Mason leaned in close to me, his breath warm against my ear. “I know, but next time, please try to behave. You know how I get when you misbehave.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. Mason could be a bit domineering at times, but it was something I secretly enjoyed. “I’ll try to keep myself in check,” I replied, smiling.

Mason brushed an errant hair away from my face, “You know what we should do? Let’s go out and explore the city. We haven’t really done that yet.”

“What about your business deal” I asked.

“Joel bores me.”

I grinned at him, feeling a sense of excitement bubble up inside of me. “That sounds like a great idea. What do you suggest we do first?”

Mason leaned in closer, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered, “How about we find a rooftop bar and watch the sunset?”

My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, and I nodded eagerly. “Yes, let’s do it!”


They were in bed.  her lovers arms around her as they rolled under the blankets Laughing. Kissing.

The candles flickered, she frowned. Had she lit candles? She raised her head, avoiding her lover’s kiss. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Unease slithered through her, raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

The candles flickered again. What candles? She never lit any candles. She pulled down the blankets.

The air had gotten chilly. “did you light any candles?” she asked.

“No, there was no candles.” he reached to kiss her. His mouth brushing her cheek over her ear. “Wake up.”

His whisper was barely heard.

She glanced down at him. “What did you say?”

“You need to wake up! Now!”

Bolting up in her bed, her heart pounding with fear Becky glanced around. She was alone. What had awaken her?

She turned on the light.

Swinging her feet to the edge of the bed, she stood up and walked a few steps to the bedroom door. Glancing warily down the hall, she inched out of the bedroom. The floor creaked. She froze.

Her hand on the wall, she felt blindly for the light switch. The floor creaked again.

Her heart was pounding, as fear bathed her in her a cold sweat. Someone was in her home. She turned back to the bedroom when a tall looming shadow lunged for her.

Fingers tangled in her hair, hauling her back. Becky opened her mouth to scream but her head smashed to the floor.

Agony throbbed in the back of her head, nausea swelling within her as she struggled to get up. Fingers clamped around her throat. Vision blurred, Becky reached out to claw at her attacker.

“Say goodnight, bitch!” a disembodied voice taunted.

“No…” Becky rasped it was too late. Darkness swallowed her whole.

Becky awoke sometime later, as nausea once more hit her. She rolled over and vomitted. Wiping her mouth, she felt around her for her glasses. They were at her feet. Putting her glasses on, she touched her aching head and gingerly sat up.

She wasnt in her room. But a tiny cell with barely enough room to move.  Where was she?

“You look so sad and pathetic” a woman’s voice murmured. “Like an abandoned dog no one wanted.”

Becky’s eyes shifted to the door. She couldnt see who was speaking. “Who are you?”

“No one in particular.” the woman’s voice seemed cheerful. “Like you.”

Becky tried to move but the room spun. A concussion. “Why am I here?”

“Well you see I needed an out.” the woman took a moment before speaking. “I have done some terrible things and needed someone to take the blame. And you, my dear, were the perfect candidate.”

Becky’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t understand. “What are you talking about?”

“There’s a man I loved, you see. But he left me for another woman. So, I did what any sane person would do. I killed her. But I didn’t want to go to jail for it. So, I needed someone else to take the fall.”

Becky’s mouth went dry. “You’re insane.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just doing what needs to be done to protect myself. And now, you’re going to take the fall for what I did.”

Becky struggled to stand, but her head throbbed with pain. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Oh, can’t I? I already have.” The woman’s voice faded away as she walked out of the room.

Becky was alone again, trapped in the tiny cell, unsure of what was going to happen to her. She had no way of knowing if anyone was looking for her or if she would ever be able to escape. All she could do was hope that someone would come for her before it was too late.



Loose ends.

Often came in different forms.

In this instance.

Her name was Amanda Clarke.

One loose end I had to take care of immediately.

The Hamptons was the last place I had expected to see Amanda Clarke.

I came to a stand still.

The Greysons were celebrating another coup, their manor filled with the Hampton’s well to do.

“Becky,” I turned at Amanda’s voice. “What are you doing here?”

I regarded the lithesome blonde with cool detachment. The sheath dress she wore, shimmy in blood red.

Anger emanated off her in waves, and something else. Panic. No one knew her true reason for being at the Greyson’s. For being in the Hamptons. Other than Nolan Ross.

And me.

I took a sip of my champagne. “I’m visiting old friends” I replied.

Amanda glanced around to see if anyone was watching us and took a step closer. “You need to leave!” She hissed “you will ruin everything!”




I smirked “you need to calm down,” I sighed, “Anyone ever told you have trust issues?”

Amanda glowered at me. “I dont need you to ruin my plan! What possible reason do you have here?”

“Anyone ever told you to mind your own damn business” I shot back. “But if you really want to know? You. You’re a loose end. I’m here to take care of you personally and permanently!”

Amanda’s eyes widened in fear at my words. She took a step back, bumping into a passing waiter carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres. The tray toppled over, spilling food all over her dress. Amanda cursed under her breath and tried to brush the food off, but it only smeared it further.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her. “Looks like you’re having a bad day, Amanda.”

She glared at me, the panic in her eyes replaced by anger. “You’re not going to get away with this, Becky. I spent years perfecting my plan! There would be no mistakes! I’m not going to let you stop me!”

I shrugged. “Don’t be so dramatic,” I motioned to the gun tucked in my waistband.

One shot.

That was all it would take to silence Amanda Clarke forever.

“Really?! Here?! Like this?! In front of everyone?!” Amanda scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous! You would never get away with it!”

“Sure,” I chuckled “I have this handgun registered in Victoria’s name. Victoria’s fingerprints. Two birds. One stone. The Greysons would never know what hit them.”

Amanda looked like she wanted to say more, but she was quickly interrupted by the host of the party. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said, his voice booming over the chatter of the guests. “Is everything alright here?”

Amanda quickly composed herself and forced a smile. “Yes, everything’s fine. Just a little accident.”

The host nodded and moved on to the next group of guests. Amanda turned back to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and anger. “You’ll regret this, Becky,” she whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, I turned and walked away, leaving Amanda standing alone, covered in food and seething with anger. The loose end had been taken care of. Now, it was time to move on to the next one.


He played by no rules. as ruthless the shadows he hid in.

They called her the Lady in Black. She saw what no one else could see. No one could hide from her. Not even a killer.

Following a predator before he strikes once more, their alliance is made out of necessity a match forged in hell.

Abraham Cain was going to be a problem.

The man wore Armani suits to crime scenes! What kind of cop wore designer suits? or had his nails manicured?

Type A pain ass kind of trouble she didn’t need!

He was a wild card, his unpredictability made Moon Black uneasy.

Sure Cain had a ninety percent solve rate, she even had heard rumors that Cain had a reputation for being reckless, and that his methods often strayed from protocol. He had the gall to chafe her ass about interfering in his case when he constantly broke rules and put his team in danger?

Moon sat quietly in Cain’s office, waiting for the detective to finish his diatribe.

trying to ignore the way Cain’s dark hair curled up his collar. Or the way his physique filled out his suit.

Instead her eyes fixated on designer furniture and artwork that adorned the walls. Pretentious asshat, Moon thought absentmindedly, How could a cop afford such expensive stuff?

“Listen to me, Black. You need to back off I don’t need some self proclaimed psychic coo coo puff torpedoing my case!” Cain snapped.

Moon blinked. He was still talking?! Lawd have Mercy!

Moon chuckled. “That’s a new one” she murmured, “you’re imaginative with the insults”

Moon shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I feel like you have a misconception about me. I don’t care. You’re trying to catch the killer, and I’m trying to prevent more murders from happening.”

Cain’s expression hardened. “don’t try to tell me how to do my job.”

Moon gritted her teeth. “I’m not trying to tell you how to do your job, Cain. But I’m here! I’m here trying to help you! Can’t we work together to catch this psycho before he kills again!”

Cain leaned forward, his eyes glittering dangerously. “I don’t want or need your help” he told her coldly.

Moon felt a surge of anger. “The killer is targeting high-profile individuals, and has been eluding you for months! But hey! Don’t let your pride get in the way!”

Cain’s lips curled in a sneer. “Is that what you think? That I’m the problem here?”

Moon stared at him.

The icy grey depths were unreadable. His whole stance was impossible to get read off of. Just static. A blank slate.

That was impossible. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Emotions leaked out everyone like a faulty faucet. Sometimes she could have flashes of a memory, a thought, and it was overwhelming. Her senses often left raw from other peoples horrific thoughts and memories.

this man before her, was nothingness. A black void of emptiness.

“If we have nothing more to discuss you can go” Cain’s voice broke her out of reverie. He stood, stepping away from his desk waved dismissively towards the door to his office.

He was shooing her?!

Her eyes narrowed. She ignored his wiggling fingers.

she crossed her arms across her chest. “I dont think so!” She huffed. “I’m not going anywhere!”

Something shifted in his demeanour. Amusement. He was laughing at her? It was startling to see the hard edges of his crumble.

“Make yourself at home,” he drawled sarcastically. He returned to his seat.

To Moon’s disbelief and chagrin, Cain began opening up his laptop. “What are you doing?” She demanded.

Not looking up, Cain answered “I have to finish my paperwork, Ms Black”

Moon blinked. “but what about the case?”

“I think we’ve said enough for today, Ms Black. Let me get back to work.”

A few minutes passed and Moon huffed again. “stop being an asshole!” She snapped.

Cain’s fingers stilled on the keyboard . He slowly turned his head and glanced at her. Taken aback he chuckled. “You don’t like being ignored, Ms. Black”

“I dont like repeating myself and no,” she huffed. “I don’t like being ignored.”

He regarded her a moment longer and sighed. “Ms. Black” he began “you need to remember You are civilian. I don’t have to entertain you any longer. I can and will have you arrested for interfering in an active investigation!”

She yawned “don’t bore me with red tape, or policy mumbo jumbo. I don’t understand it and I don’t care.”

Cain leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on her. “Ms Black, I am warning you!” He began, his voice low and dangerous.

Moon refused to back down. “I don’t need to convince you,” she said coolly. “I know I am good at what I do. I know you need me!”

They stared at each other for a long moment, neither willing to back down. Finally, Cain sighed heavily. “Fine,” he said. “You can stay. But if you get in my way, I won’t hesitate to throw you out.”

Her lips kicked up at the corner “you sure get worked up. This is the most emotion I seen out of you” and yet there was nothing. Still an empty darkness. It was blessed relief.

They glared at each other and she smiled. “I’m not a cop. I am psychic. I see things a profiler would in a different context, I do it for a living. I don’t care if you think I am a con artist or if you don’t believe in prescience.” Her eyes dropped to her lap. Her voice softened as she spoke, “I help people. It’s what I do. It’s who I am. My visions, aren’t pretty and they sure as hell would drive a normal person insane,” she took a deep breath and raised her head.

“That’s why I believe you need me. This killer isn’t normal.” She whispered “I can take the edge off”

Cain was staring at her with those piercing eyes, She felt exposed, like he could see right through her.

But this man, he was unreadable. It was unnerving. She broke the uneasy silence. “I’m not leaving until we have an agreement.” She said firmly, meeting his gaze. His expression didn’t change but something flickered in his eyes. “And what agreement would that be?” he asked slowly. She leaned forward, “That I will have access to all the evidence in this case and that I will be allowed to do my job without interference.” She watched for any sign of hesitation or objection but he simply nodded. “You have my permission.” He said flatly. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I need more than permission, I need cooperation.” She said, her voice firm. Finally, there was a small shift in his posture. “You’ll have it.” He said, meeting her eyes. She sat back, satisfied. It was a small victory but one that could make a difference. As she gathered her things to leave, she couldn’t help but wonder about the man in front of her. Who was he? And why was he so hard to read?