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Athena woke up before Azazel did. The first thing she did was visit her dad. Damien started to appear thinner by the day. She laid down next to him. She grabbed a cloth and wiped his face and hands. She swapped the old flowers for the new ones and brushed his hair off his forehead. She smiled, thinking how she lost them and got them back. “You will be up soon, Dad. I know,” she talked to his unconscious form. She dressed in some warm clothes and entered the kitchen. Her mother was making some pancakes and avocado toast. August was busy watching her tablet and making weird faces. “What’s wrong?” Athena pulled a chair and sat next to her. Iris had already left the kitchen to see her husband. She caught a whiff of a familiar scent while she was talking to August. The little girl turned around and gave a smile to Azazel. He wished her and sat opposite Athena and served breakfast to himself and her. She saw August pout again, “How do babies happen, Theia?” Athena spat her milk while A
They sat in silence, Azazel lost in her face and her in the stars. “You should look at the stars,” she turned around to look at his face. “I am,” he didn’t even move his head from her face. “I meant the ones in the sky,” she wheeled her head back to the sky. “I prefer the one in my lap,” he pulled her closer. Even under the layers of clothes, she could feel the hardness poking her ass. She gulped, thinking of all the moments of their intimacy. Athena gazed at those cosmic beings. They had a pattern that seemed so fixed and yet ever-changing, distant lights that call to every being on the planet that there is a different world outside the one where she was living, ready to inspire dreams of other worlds. They both soon forgot the cold, and the stars streaked by every so often seemed to push time along for them. Her time moved while his stayed frozen. They just kept sitting there waiting for one more, and the universe granted them another shower. He brushed the hair covering her ne
Marble white snowflakes picked up speed as they fell on a snow-covered pod. The heat of the glass melted the snow as it kissed the glass. The Scots pine, Norway spruce, and birch blanket trees were dressed in snow. Somewhere in the Scandinavian mountains, the brown bears, elk, gray wolves, wolverines, and lynx all were roaming, some in search of food, some to escape being one. In one of the spread pods, high and up away from the rest, lay a man and woman under the heated blanket, both naked. The woman’s body bore red and blue marks from her neck to her breasts. An agitating red bruise rested on top of her right nipple as a spectator of the times that erect organ suffered in his warm, starving mouth. Her thighs had fingerprints, proof of his mad hunger for his woman. Athena was up before Azazel did. Despite being exhausted, she couldn’t sleep a wink. The meteor shower stopped, but the northern lights still were shining up. She turned to Azazel’s side. The man’s hands were on her st
Azazel and Athena landed in France earlier than anticipated, not knowing Cleon was waiting for them. The boy was ready to kill. He stood at the entrance waiting for them to show up. “You bastard,” he ran to Azazel, and before Athena could understand what was happening, Cleon had already landed a punch on Azazel’s face. The man’s head tilted to the side. The environment got tense. Athena gasped, clasping her mouth. The second Cleon’s punch landed on Azazel’s cheek, all the 50 guns in the room rose, pointing them in Cleon’s direction, but the mafia don instructed them to lower their weapons. “Leave,” he ordered his without turning his head from Cleon’s face, but the men were paid to risk their lives. They didn’t move an inch. “I won’t repeat,” he hollered while smirking at Cleon. They all bolted out in the next minute, not wanting to trigger their boss more. Cleon was raging mad. He was away for long for his matches in London, and he called his sister every day, but Athena did not fil
Azazel bolted through the door and ran to Iris, “Mrs. Lark,” he called the woman who was just about to retire to her room and sleep.“Yes,” she turned around and faced Azazel.“I think we should talk, and this is very important,” Azazel guided her to his study, and Iris followed.“Is everything okay, Son?” since they came back, Iris had been on pins and needles, fearing that they would come out of the shadows and abduct them again, forcing them back into the shadows, taking this family that she had built for herself. She might be the strongest from the outside, but the fear is alive, burning her from the inside, rendering her senses numb now and then, but she wore her best face to keep others from worrying about them.“I don’t know, Mrs. Lark, sit,” he motioned to her, and the woman did. Azazel took out the picture from his desk and pushed it toward Iris.“Do you recognize the people from that photo Mrs. Lark?” He pointed to Sam and Elias. Iris squinted a little, narrowing her eyes a
Three weeks had passed since he had asked Ethan to check the birth records. The man had been working night and day, and so was he trying to inquire all possible angles, but to no avail. In these three weeks, Azazel and Athena’s relationship improved a bit. He had sent Iris, Damien, and August to a secret location. He arranged security and protection for them. Somehow, he felt, splitting them up would be safer. This way, the enemy’s attention will be split between the two parties, and the time to hurt them will take longer, giving him a window to save them both. One fine morning, Azazel woke up with Athena in his arms, he didn’t want to get up from his bed, but Athena pushed him away and ran to the restroom, and Azazel followed. She bent down on the commode and let all the contents flow out. Azazel closed her ears and rubbed her back. After emptying her stomach, he made her sit on the bed while Azazel returned with breakfast. “Do we need to go to the doctor?” Azazel settled on the bed
This chapter might not be for everyone, but try to read with an open mind 😊 Athena felt as if she was recovering from a ghost possession. Her head was pounding, and she had no sense of the transition of time. She squinted her eyes and tried to adjust to the surroundings, and the last thing she remembered was being in the car with Narcissa. She immediately looked for the girl, but Narcissa was sitting at the far end, seeming unphased. “Cissy, did you get hurt?” Athena was concerned for the girl, but the girl only smiled in return. She put her nail polish container down and stalked over to Athena. “Did they hurt you?” Athena tried to get up and hug Narcissa but didn’t realize she was tied down. The girl still didn’t understand that Narcissa was free and Athena was tied. She shook her hand and realized she was bound, “why am I tied?” Athena was pale but breathing steadily, her enigmatic eyes as wide as a dog’s. “What is going on, Cissy?" now her breaths got erratic. Narcissa’s eyes
A tremor of dread slid through him as he heard Hans’s words. “Hans, if you touch a single hair on her head, I will cut your mother fucking balls, and I will shove it down your fucking throat” he squeezed his phone, cracking the edges and growling into it only to receive an amusing chuckle from the other end.“Tick tock, son, tick-tock,” Hans snorted, “I heard she is carrying your child, the hair of French mafia in my hands. Who would have imagined,” Hans was amused to have Azazel where he wanted.“You fucking bastard, if you dare hurt her or my baby. I am telling you, I will rain hellfire on you, and Germany will burn,” he was full of hell’s fury.“Oh. Come on, Azazel. Now let me have some fun with my granddaughter and great-grandchild,” Hans gave a throaty chuckle.“If you are a man, don’t fucking touch her,” Azazel yelled, hanging up. Hans, too hung up and turned around.“Why didn’t you make him pay, boss? Make him run in circles to find her? Why did you give away our location?” Rus