Roxanne loathed physical training more than the next person. She wished she could stay at the back and remain concealed behind the rest of the girls, but she knew with Kaizen's gawking eyes that she couldn't escape even if she strived.“Roxanne.”Roxie sighed at the sound of her name and hauled her legs to the center of the field, where her opponent waited for her like a piece of meat. She looked at Kaizen, who stood at the side. She gave him a pout but he rolled his eyes. She looked back at her opponent; there was a glint in the champion’s eyes as she looked at Roxie who grimaced at the sight.Roxie swallowed hard, her throat dry and her mind raced with strategies that she wasn’t sure would work, but there was nothing wrong with trying. She only needed to survive this once and go back to her bed. She got into a fighting stance.Suddenly, her opponent was lunging forward. She swung a wild punch aimed at Roxie’s head, who barely ducked in time as her fist grazed the top of her hair. Ro
Kaizen sauntered down the rails of stairs that led to the basement of his home, dragging along with a heavy iron chain.It was that time of the month again. 29 of each month, to be precise. That time of the month when the darkness inside of him grew and became unbearable—a creeping dread feeling he knew too well. Kaizen felt it in his bone; it was there—that familiar tightening of his chest and the gnawing hunger that sluggishly began to consume him from the inside and slowly made its way outside.He walked into the basement; it was dark with a rotten smell in the air and chains hanging from the wall heavy and rushed, their links thick and malicious. He remembered the days he had spent alone in this basement, every 29 of each month, caging the monster within him from coming out to play.Kaizen remembered the first time he shifted. He was just a 14-year-old boy who thought he was abnormal for not growing up the same way the rest of his peers did. He remembered that day vividly. He had
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She sat on her silver and ebony throne, a queen. With an exhilarated expression in her soulless eyes that suggested a fire blazing inside them, she fixed her gaze on her prey. As her aura changed to something ominous and oppressive yet attractive, she lay back on her throne, one leg crossed over the other, and allowed her control and aura to be felt in every corner of the space. It was just as delicious, and once you took a sniff, you quickly became hooked and killed without realizing it. She glanced at them, a smirk stretching over her bow-shaped lips that seemed to have been colored with something bolder and darker than blood, and her eyes glittered with a predator's gleam. She watched them more like prey and pawns than her people. “All hail the Luna!” They fell to their knees and bowed until their foreheads touched the glossy black floor tiles at the thunderous and unrestrained order, hailing the powerful Luna. She watched them with thrill, and as she laughed, the esoteric and
Roxanne's mouth hit the floor."Come on, Mom, it's my birthday today, I promise to be back before 10 p.m." Gosh, she wasn't even a child anymore. She was 19 and in college!For some reason, Roxanne could read the tyranny in her Mother's brown eyes and it was escalating with each ticking second, followed by the continual twitch of her fingers that she was attempting to hide. Roxanne didn't need to be a genius to know something was going on. "You can't leave this house tonight. T-they are going to come for you; you can never step out!" Mrs. McKenna's breath hitched with every word. For once, she wished things would go her way. It has been 19 years, why now? Why ever?Roxanne's lips slightly parted in disbelief and quickly, her brown eyes went to her Father, who, compared to his wife, was still acting rational. "They? What's going on, Dad? Who's coming for me?"She didn't want to inquire but she wasn't fooled by their behavior which started a few months ago. They were constantly on the
"Is that so, Gloria? Tell me more." Roxie’s voice was barely distinguishable as she stalked toward Gloria, who had a grin adopting on her lips. If she couldn't satisfy her trophy boyfriend, someone else was going to do it for her. It was as simple as that. Gloria laughed. She stepped forward, her lips parting to carry on but Roxie was faster as she readily reached out and seized her roughly by the hair and smashed her face into the washing sink that was brimming with blocks of ice. Gasps full of dread ruptured from everyone, but they sounded like cheers in Roxie’s ears, followed by an influx of authority in her veins that felt phenomenal as she drove Gloria’s face deeper down the ice, relishing every cry of anguish she left out. "Roxie!" Ryker exclaimed, reaching out for his girlfriend who looked out of her mind. It was mortifying! However, she prodded him off and thrust harder on Gloria's head, wanting to derail that face she used in snatching her boyfriend! Filthy swine! Roxie
Roxanne's eyes sprang wide when she felt constant bouncing on her bed. Roxie grumbled; her foggy vision dropping on her 6-year-old brat of a brother. What the hell! She grunted and rolled onto her side, hiding herself behind the sheets and pillows. "Stop it, Alex!" She simply wanted to sleep—it was like death without commitment, but the world had other intent, as the covers were quickly ripped from her body. Roxie jolted up straight. "Alex!" She warned with a glare, but the little demon laughed, got off the bed, and ran out of her bedroom without closing the door behind him. "ALEX!" She was going murder that little rogue! She exhaled and combed her fingers through her unkempt black hair. Just because her life wasn't so straight anymore, didn't mean her hair had to suffer the same cause. "Roxanne!" Roxie held back a grunt as Savannah appeared at the door frame with a vexed expression. She moved in. "Oh, you're still asleep, it's noon baby sister," There was something icy in her
Roxie clenched her fists around the shopping bags and stepped back— the guy stepped forward. She gasped, looking straight at his face, and unfortunately noticed he was rather appealing. If the scenario had been different, Roxie knew she would have whistled...perhaps asking if he was single, but it wasn't, and she was going to die! Roxie panicked and took a step back again as he closed the gap, his golden eyes looking her down with a blanket of blankness. She didn't want to notice how incredibly charming he was but she did—he was fine. How stupid Roxie! She took another step back, this time intending to flee, but when she quickly turned, she collided with another board chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up to face a set of violet eyes. What was with the eyes? Roxie couldn't help but grimaced. She nervously licked her lips and giggled. "Please believe me when I say that I have never offended anyone. I'm innocent!" Maybe she wasn't entirely innocent. Gloria and a fe