Novels by C_ibi26

SILVIA'S POV "Why did you bring me here?"I never thought that I would be back here after what happened last time.After I embedded a bullet in Paula’s skull.Gerald shrugs nonchalantly and says, "They sell good hot dogs and burgers here." He stepped out of the car, and I could do nothing but sit there in silence and confusion. I knew Gerald. He was rich. He was extravagant. He bought the best food or cooked at home. He would never come here."He will never forgive you for this."My heart flew out of my chest when my eyes fell on Gerald, he was staring right at me through the window. I almost missed it, but there was an emotion in his eyes that he was incredibly quick to hide. His eyebrows pulled together, and his lips formed a thin line. He was confused.I needed to get my act together. I was overreacting and becoming paranoid. I might end the day with a breakdown if I continue like this. I had to get a grip!I opened the door and smiled at Gerald warily. He was leaning against the

SILVIA'S POV "I need to stop finding both of you like this."I was used to waking up from nightmares, but I never got used to waking up to one.My eyelids flew apart to make contact with the only man that has ever made my skin crawl with so much disgust and disdain. George stood at the foot of the bed, looking like the devil in his all black suit and tie. Other men in the room, I assume his bodyguards, but what caught my attention were the guns they all held tightly in their hands.My throat felt dry and my wide eyes slid towards Gerald. His eyes were angry and feral as they glared at his father. I looked terrified and I felt my heart skip a beat. I did not know why. His anger wasn’t directed at me, so why did I feel this way?"What are you doing here?" Gerald demanded through clenched teeth. I felt a weight on my abdomen, and it was then I realized his arm was wrapped around it protectively. The weight was on my abdomen, but the one I felt in my heart was heavier. Something did not

GERALD'S POV I have never seen anyone so sad in my entire life.The life and light in her eyes just died when she ended that call. Her body was as still as a board, and I have absolutely no idea how she has been awake without moving for so long. Her silver orbs have been trained on my ceiling ever since. I just sat beside her, feeling so helpless, and scrolling through my phone. I was at least glad she was here when she was going through all this. Her presence was healing me just like mine was with hers.But that’s not the only thing I can be useful for."Hey, wanna get something to eat?" I asked but got no response in return. "Silver eyes?" I tried again but got nothing. I went to grab her foot, but she flinched back the moment our skin made contact. "Jesus, you are hot as lava." I was soon shuffling to my knees on the bed and coming to kneel beside her. I placed the back of my hand on her head, and she released a low hiss. "You’re burning up," I said more to myself than to her.Thi

SILVIA'S POV ~~~~~~~~~~one hour earlier. ~~~~~~Their screams were music to my ears.I bet this is not what they had expected from someone who had just been cheated on. They expected me to cry and wonder where it all went wrong, and I will, but not now. They are going to regret ever bringing tears to my eyes. So that is why I locked us all in Josiah’s house as the two traitors continued to scream and wither in pain.I was at Josiah’s bar sipping on some vodka when I heard someone whispering. Aww, were they plotting against me? They should try doing something more original. I took another swing at the liquor before shattering the bottle on the counter. I strutted back to the room where I had tied them both up, and I wanted to laugh at the sight of them. They looked so hopeless and pathetic.Not to mention the massive amount of blood. I did not know at what point I would be satisfied. I didn’t want to kill them, but that was mainly because I didn’t want the cops on my back. Who knows h

GERALD'S POV I groaned when a bright light tried infiltrating my eyelids. The sun’s warm gaze kissed my skin, and I just was not in the mood for any romantic gestures. I felt something move around my chest and froze. I do not remember buying a pet, and Paula does not sleep in my room.But that’s when it hit me.Paula’s gone.Silvia hates me.I don’t have a pet.So what the hell is on my chest?My eyelids flew apart and my eyes fell on a mop of dark brown spewed across my chest. Soft snores filled my ears, and a bony, well-manicured hand moved across my chest; she was caressing my body as though I were some kind of pillow.Who the hell was this woman?And that’s when it hit me again.The events of the past few hours: Silvia telling me to fuck off; me realizing how much shit my life has become and deciding to be irresponsible; me kissing some random woman in a bar whose name I do not even know.Fuck.A weird feeling began dancing within my chest. It made me feel nauseous, and I had thi

SILVIA'S POV ~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~This was my first day at a new school, and I had to look exceptional. I'm not sure if I'll be able to make any friends, as I didn't have any at my previous school, but hopefully this one will be different.This time, I get the chance to reinvent myself. And the best part is, I have a banging job and no parents to tell me what to do! Maybe if I make enough friends, we can throw a party at my new apartment.Everything is going to be so fun!But first, I need to make sure I look good and attractive to both boys and girls. I heard there are lots of cute boys in this school; I wonder if any of them will like me.I don’t know how long I have been staring at myself in the mirror. I think I didn’t put enough make-up on, but I don’t want to look like I am overdoing it and just begging for attention. I mean, I did want attention, but not the bad kind. I bought this extra short red skirt that stopped just below my ass, but I was suddenly feeling insecure, so I

Dante's POVShe was incredibly light; if one looked at her, one would think she weighed a lot more than this. Kicking the door behind me shut, I walked up to my bed and laid her down on the soft material. I knew damn well I could have taken her to the guest room, but I knew she would be more comfortable in my bed. Besides, I haven't had a guest in ages; I don't even know the state of that room.I made sure she was comfortable by adjusting her head on my pillow and angling her body into a more suitable position. Once that was done, I did nothing but stare at her face. The strange girl looked so at peace when she was asleep, but when I found her in front of my restaurant, she was so alert and vigilant. like she was ready to spring into action and fight anyone or anything she deemed dangerous. From the moment our eyes connected, I knew she was using everything within her power to stay conscious. She was bleeding badly and had taken quite a lot of damage. Something about her wounds told

What a sad excuse of a security system Don Russo has. Seriously, only fifty guards? And he holds himself in such high regard? That’s just embarrassing. It didn’t take me more than thirty minutes to deal with all of them.I watched the last guy take his last breath, his tear-filled eyes staring up at me before life evaporated them. The stench of his blood and the blood of his colleagues filled the air, and I had the sudden urge to throw up. I looked behind me to find the long hallway littered with corpses, and a shudder ran up my spine.Turning back on the gruesome scene, I stepped out of the fairly large mansion and into the windy night. I doubt it has been up to five hours since I was kidnapped and I was already free. A part of me wanted to go back inside and look for Don Russo and do what my mother hasn't done in the five years since he became a nuisance to us. But I had no desire to do so.They say you are at your best when you do what you love, but I did not like taking the lives

~~~~~TWENTY YEARS LATER~~~~Eleanor’s POV"You disgusting bitch!""Nah, that’s definitely you, honey." More pain shot through my face as I sustained yet another punch to my face. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and I spat at my tormentor’s feet. I looked up at his raging green eyes and smiled, "Now, that’s no way to treat a lady, now is it?""You are no lady," Don Russo muttered, and I could not stop myself from laughing hysterically at that. I had lost over three liters of blood, yet I was laughing like I was not undergoing the worst pain of my life. That was what my mother taught me: to never show men that you are weak. Especially the disgusting ones like the one standing before me.I could see some of Don Russo’s men looking at me with worry. Even though I was tied by both my ankles and wrists, I was the one to be most feared. I was not just the daughter of the most feared woman in all of Italy, but I was also partially insane. I mean, who laughs when they are getting

Chiara’s POVMy heart has never beat so fast before in my life. I have never felt so much fear and adrenaline all at once. I felt cold even though massive beads of sweat were trickling down my pale skin. How unfortunate could I possibly be? Why did this have to happen to me? What wrong have I done to live such a horrible life?What did I do to deserve to be treated this way? I was fleeing for my life like a dog. No, I would never speak about myself in such a manner. The men chasing after me with hungry looks in their drunken eyes were the dogs, not me. They were disgusting. All men were disgusting.I do not care if you think I am exaggerating. I was entitled to my own opinions and mine were backed up with facts. Men were cruel, vile, disgusting creatures. They did nothing but drink at bars and speak ill of women with their friends while they belittled and objectified us. They looked down on my kind. They thought we were worthless and were only useful in bed.Not a single man has ever

The world spiraled before my eyes; it was hard to tell what was going on; I felt so many hands on my body, and I heard so many voices. I could not tell whose hands were on me, nor could I decipher exactly what the voices were saying. The moment the last member of Damini’s pack left our lands, my body just dropped to the floor without any form of warning. I had taken way more damage than I had imagined, and the aftereffects were slowly setting in. My vision was blurry, but my eyelids refused to shut. Why? I may not have admitted it out loud, but I feared that if I shut them, I would never open them again.I do not think I am ready to meet my father yet.My gaze stayed focused on the moon hoisted above us. Its bold light was what I loved most about it; it was unapologetically bright in the midst of darkness, and it shone so beautifully and boldly. It demanded attention, and that was what I loved most about it. I always saw it as my biggest role model; the moon was more than what I howle

I have known Damini ever since we were pups. We have always shared a deep hatred for each other. Our packs have been rivals for years. Ever since Damini’s great grandfather broke my great grandmother’s heart, there has been nothing but bloodshed between the two most powerful packs in America.We have lost many wolves in battle, Damini and I’s father being part of them.So I was used to seeing Damini glare at me with hatred, but this time it was different. It was fueled. Her violet orbs were filled with a fiery anger I had never seen before. More wolves from her pack circled me, and it did not take long before I was cornered. My eyes fell on a familiar ginger wolf and a light grey one standing by her side; Amanda and her new lover.The scent of the young one’s blood filled the air, and it only heightened their rage. I knew exactly how bad this looked. I was on enemy territory and my fur was covered with the blood of their own. A child’s for that matter.There was no explanation for thi

I shouldn’t be here, I know.I shouldn’t be doing this, I know.I shouldn’t be thinking about this, I know.But I was.My wolf was driving me crazy. It had barely been three hours since Amanda rejected us and he started having withdrawal symptoms. I mean, come on, I thought we didn’t care about her. And we didn’t. But it was a full moon, and it was a time when wolves needed their mates more than anything. And I needed mine.I was wrong about Amanda being unable to cross over my territory in time. I suppose running for your life could heighten your abilities. Dante, my beta, informed me of the presence of other wolves waiting for her just outside our borders. And that there was some male wolf who was oddly protective of her. This was the part that angered me. I knew fate had wrongfully mated us. She had an affair with another wolf all along! I couldn’t say I cared at that moment, but the effects of the moon were starting. I wondered if she needed me. I highly doubt she did. Whenever th

"I hereby reject you, Alpha Damon, as my mate."Was that supposed to hurt?I think it was.I have heard stories that I was supposed to be going through some excruciating pain of some sort. My wolf should be writhing and howling; he should be clawing to come to the surface. I could feel his hurt, but it was not as bad as the tales made them seem. He was whimpering. He still wanted her, but not like before. He knew Amanda and her wolf were unbearable creatures. It was almost impossible for us to please her. They were always agitated and annoyed with us. It almost felt like they could not wait for this moment.Good riddance.I could feel the eyes of my entire pack on us. The majority were on me. I could see the sympathy, I could see the pain and empathy. But I could also see the expectations. They wanted to see me on my knees begging her not to do this. They wanted to see the pain. They wanted to see me display some sort of emotion for once.They can keep dreaming, but it will never happ