Apocalypse
Opening my eyes, I turned my head to check if he was next to me. Just to find the space empty.
Apocalypse“Are your silk panties still in a bunch?” He chuckled, amused, while his eyes lingered on my lips before travelling down my body. As if I had not
KalamaHunched over with the taste of bile in my mouth, I inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm my racing, aching heart.
KalamaStill dazed and blinking, trying to get my bearings, my mind was having trouble to grasp what just happened.
KalamaI stood on the sidewalk in front of my father's shop, with tears still streaking down my face. I hugged myself with one arm, my heart aching. I looked up. “Granny, why did you abandon me?” I whispered to the h
ApocalypseI lay with my head on a rolled up bath towel soaking in the enormous bathtub. Letting out a sigh of contentment, I enjoyed the warm water and the relaxing scent of rosemary. He knows how to pamper me after a good puni
ApocalypseI was still panting, leaning on the wall and trying to catch my breath from the charm in the hall outside the library. I closed my eyes, relaxed as much as I could with those two in the living room and searched inward
KalamaThe sight had me frozen to the ground. The cavernous room was a holding cell and looked more of a torture chamber with all the iron shackles hanging from the walls. It was dark and damp, the stone walls were black with grime, there were no windows in there. The only light in the room came from some torches mounted on the filthy walls.There were big slabs of stone tables in the middle of the room, with leather straps, I counted five tables. Two had big black spots on them. The spots made me queasy, as I was sure those were bodily fluids. And judging by the red, brownish color they had, it's most likely to be blood.And the smell in that room had me gagging. The foulest stench I have ever encountered . It was a mixture of rotting flesh and musty, earthy scents such as sweaty socks. It was a very pungent smell. A scent that crawled into your pores.However, none of these things mattered when I saw the three young women that were locked up in this vast room.The sight of them made
KalamaJust standing there in the middle of the entrance of the castle stood none other than Antone Grim.I have to think quickly, if we were found by him, I really don’t want to know what he will do to us. By the look on his face, he is not in a good mood. He had his jaw clenched, hands balled into fists, and his eyes were darting everywhere.I tried to see which direction he was going without being discovered, before I got back to the women. I looked again around the corner and to my horror, I saw him coming towards us.I turned swiftly and as soundlessly as I could and ran back to the women. I saw some other rooms in this hall. If we could hide and wait for Antone to go back from where he came, we might have a chance to escape.While I ran back I checked the doors, to see which ones were open, heart beating in my throat. The next-to-last door on the left before the staircase was not locked. “We have to hide in here quickly.” I told the women, not even bothering to see what was in
Everyone thinks that it doesn’t get any better than this. But to me, this is not the life. I don’t see it as something I will ever enjoy in my life. It makes me nauseated just to think about it; sun, sand and the ocean.
KalamaI opened my eyes slowly as they felt heavy. To my surprise, every one of them stood around the table where Remy had put me. The sisters were smiling, Musi had the biggest smile of all three of them, Xalvy gave me a slight
KalamaThere they were standing before me, the sisters, the siblings and Remy. He moved quickly from where he stood next to the open door. I was in his powerful arms in no time. He was peppering kisses all over my face and head.
KalamaI stood there frozen, pain and despair forgotten for a moment, as I gaped at Joyce. I didn’t know what to say or what to do.
KalamaI couldn’t breathe, my entire body was in pain,
ApocalypseI was never so pleased with myself as I was right now. To have gone in with so many of them protecting her from us, from
KalamaI looked up at Remy, hoping that he could send me some courage through silent communication. As if he understood what I needed, he lowered his head and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “You can handle whatever Lady Furtuna throws at you.” He smiled his now signature wolfi
KalamaLooking at my hands still engulfed in the flame, the intense feeling from earlier was already diminishing. And the anger, as good as gone, made way for fear, fear of becoming something that I’m not.
KalamaOur feet barely touched the floor. Then I heard Remy's voice and felt the vibrations of his words in his chest as he was still holding me tight to him.