Lucian stepped into the study just after Felix had taken a seat. The house was silent, Wendy had returned to her quarters and Anna was probably sleeping. He wanted to see her, but that would be later in the morning. He shut the door behind him and walked straight to his desk. He had work to do and sitting on the couch beside his friend was going to make him lag behind. He didn't have that time to entertain any form of unseriousness. Turning his swivel chair to face Felix, Lucian took a seat. He had rearranged his study and gotten rid of every book that had scattered around the whole area the day before yesterday and now, it looked like his old study. Before him, papers were held to his wooden table by paper weights. It contained the budget to be used to fund the upcoming festival. Everything they were going to buy, expenses to be made, people to pay. It was all listed in those papers. Lucian had been pouring on it for a few days now. The only time he didn't go throug
"One night, he had a huge fight with Lucian. I didn't know, neither did our parents. He healed so fast, no one discovered. On the other hand, Lucian was wounded badly." "What caused the fight?" Lucian asked. "He told your mother, Lucian's girlfriend at that time how he felt. She was shocked, maybe angry. She didn't expect that from him. But I am sure that what got her mad had to be worse than Patrick confessing his feelings. He probably said something nasty about Lucian. The next day, Lucian barged into the eatery down street and charged at Patrick. I was there at that time, but no one saw me. I never moved with them, so I sat in a corner. The didn't see me, but I saw them," "Lucian was yelling at the top of his voice. He told Patrick that he was a backstabber and a horrible person. Laura was trying her best to stop them, she was embarrassed, I guess. I found it funny that Patrick had gotten into a problem with this set of uncultured people. Patrick on the oth
This was Anna's undoing. Lucian was her undoing. The way his perfectly sculpted fingers slid into her was magical. She had never felt this way before. He had her pinned against the wall, her legs hung on his broad shoulders as he bent and drank her juices from beneath. She moaned his name continuously as his marvelous tongue worked expertly on her and when she trashed against him, he lapped at her juices hungrily before letting her slide down the wall, into his arms. He was fully dressed and she, her top bunched around her waist as she sat astride him on the polished wooden floor. Their breaths were heavy and fast. Anna was still trying her best to regain her stamina. She'd seen stars as she felt herself tighten against his fingers, it had felt like she was floating through a region of total pleasure. She couldn't exactly explain how Lucian made her come and how she felt. "Have you ever orgasmed?" Lucian stared intently at her. "I just came now. So, yes." She s
Anna was shaking right now. Even in the dark, she knew Lucian could see her every expression, but she didn't care. Right now, she didn't care. This reminded her of every guy who started avoiding her like she had a plague each time she told them she was a virgin. She had to lie to Alma that she had sex with one dude back in college and had to say that the sex was terrible. Was she going to continue this way? Lie that she wasn't a virgin just for validation? No, she wasn't. If Lucian didn't want her, he could go fuck himself. Or wait. Was she not beautiful enough? Didn't she have a nice body? Did she have belly fat? Saggy boobs? Bad breath or body odor? Maybe he used that opportunity of her being a virgin to stop. That wasn't the reason. Every girl was a virgin before a man fucked them. She nodded. Yes, there was something. It wasn't about her virginity. Had she done too much by being in control for that little amount of time? What if Lucian was amused and tried so
Anna'S POV. What if we all reincarnated? The only problem is that we don't know if we once lived. We start a new life not knowing we were once on Earth living totally different lives. I die, everyone cries and says nice things they don't mean. I get buried and everyone thinks I'm in heaven. Or hell. I've gone to be with the Lord or Satan. But it's a different case entirely when I, the dead one, experiences the unexpected. Everything seems hazy because I'm in transit to an unknown destination. There's a cloud of darkness I can't see. I feel it around me, suffocating. Am I hallucinating? I know I'm moving but I can't feel my locomotion. I'm alone, which is weird. I thought someone was supposed to accompany me into the land of the dead. Suddenly, there's a swooshing sound. Reminds me of the series 'Flash'. My eyes are open, but I can't see anything. I can only hear, and it's not a good feeling at all. There's this blood-and-guts terror surging through my– what? I
From afar off, I can see thick gray clouds covering whatever is before us. As we trudge forward, it seems like we're walking to our doom, I can feel the dark energy; it tastes like rage and maddening strength, feels wraith-like. Its effect is overwhelming, I can't speak. Even Nothing is affected because he lets out a low groan. "This is the Doom Portal," he grinds out. "This is the entrance to Condemnation Hall. Brace up, earthling." It takes 2 minutes for us to cross the portal, but it feels like an hour. After we sail through the portal successfully, a flying Sceptre appears out of nowhere and comes at us with unnerving speed. I try to scream, frightened by the force of its attack, but Nothing clamps his hand over my mouth and muffles my screams. "Don't scream!" he hisses into my ear. "You'll only put yourself into danger and slip out of existence." I nod frantically and cover my mouth with my hands as soon as Nothing's rough hands release me. I'm sure I look a
She woke up with a jump start. She was sweating profusely and when she touched her face, there were tear streaks on her cheeks. What had she just seen in her dream? Had to be the most vivid dream she had ever dreamt. Anna was scared, even in her state of consciousness. What was that dream about reincarnation? She sat up on her bed and rubbed her eyes, still recovering from the dream she just had. She was totally disoriented and found it hard to get accustomed to her environment. From that strange being she had encountered in her dream to the dwarf that had pushed her into another world, she could not figure out a damned thing that made sense. She had been having weird dreams ever since her arrival at this estate but last night was the strangest of all. The time read twelve fifty seven on the wall clock. Few minutes to one o'clock. She was awake late today, again and out of reflex, she turned to check if Alma had awoken only to find the bedside empty. Then it al
Wendy took Anna's hand and pulled her towards the stairs. Anna followed, her heart at the pit of her stomach. ★ Lucian, as early as nine in the morning had been awoken by a body jumping on him. He sat up immediately and pushed the intruder off him with irritation evident on his face. "What are you doing here uninvited?" He questioned, making sure she didn't miss the tone of irritation that coated his voice. A shrug. "I came for the festival." Lucian was getting angrier. Everything about her annoyed him, especially the too feminine voice she faked. "The festival isn't till next Tuesday and it's a universal festival, meaning it can be celebrated in every pack worldwide." The lady pouted and sat up in his bed. She bent and picked up her handbag lying across the floor of his room. Unzipping the bag, she fished out a card. An invitation card. "This." She shoved into his face. Lucian opened it and read it's contents.