Framed: Produce false evidence against (an innocent person) so that they appear guilty.TessaI've always considered myself a team player, at least that's what I want people to think of me. In actuality I just wanted them not to bother me, I'm a very individual person. Always has been.Rules are meant to be broken, but I'd never intentionally do so if it'll put me at risk. Once again, I was in my comfort zone with the current situation. I'd never do something stupid as being a snitch.So when I was accused of tipping information to the authorities I was truly offended. "Why would I want to do that? what's in it for me, Chad? you can't be serious?" I couldn't say that I was mad, well, maybe annoyed. But I was surely bothered and in my mind, I started listing people who might benefit from my downfall, those whose pinky fingers were missing will be my prime suspects."Honestly, I don't even know. I just heard about it today. I'm telling you to watch your back. It's not that I'm defendi
Caring: to have an interest or concern forSynonyms for caring:looking out (for), minding, watchingNeroI did not intend to greet her, I was content with watching her from afar. But when the little killer leaned on to the filthy wall I realized something was not right with her. Driving her car was also not my intention, but seeing young vampires creeping closer and smelling the blood scent carried by the wind I know I need to get her out of there. Not that I didn't believe she couldn't handle herself, but I assumed she was not feeling like herself at that very moment. Also, I didn't have time to deal with the younglings not when she told me that someone wanted her dead. I get that she killed people, humans have this fascination with money. They even killed for money while they preach about saving human lives, equality in war, and all that shit. What I've come to learn was that death had succumbed to currency, it was my little killer's job. Yes, she's mine. She didn't know it yet,
ForeplayErotic stimulation preceding sexual intercourse TessaWhen a hot stranger takes you to his place, and let him use his shower to wash away the blood of your latest kill you should be thankful right? So thankful that you let him kiss you? How about letting him have sex with you? Well, my vote is yes and yes. I was too fucking horny to care anyway and the man in my arms was hot as fuck. Mm... we'll get to that later, but first."You're a true temptation and I know you're well aware of that." He nibbled my ear, his voice laced with desire, and his mouth was tingling my skin causing goosebumps I rarely feel when I was getting into foreplay. Nope, my body craved the final ending, the climax. But with Nero... fuck, even his name sounded hot. With Nero, I wanted his seduction, when his teeth grazed my neck I could swear the man growled like an animal in heat. Fuck yes...I could hear myself moaning, it sounded so dirty. Forget about porn, I was hearing desperation, such neediness s
Bugging out:Britsh Army slang - To move away from your current location very quickly (often under fire) because your position has been compromised by the enemy.TessaFinding a new place was my first plan after getting my little black book from my secret hiding place a couple of blocks away from my apartment building. But first, I took my time having a late lunch at a nearby diner and called Chad telling him about what happened to my apartment."Yup, I'm telling you the note said three months then someone is going to off me," I was fishing, trying to listen to the change in his voice cause I don't trust anyone, not even Chad. He's my handler, and he knew people and his name was still on my list of suspects. Oh yeah, I made a list while waiting for the maid service earlier, I also had a bag packed for an overnight stay or two, maybe even three depending on how quickly I can get a new discreet place.Finding a new hideout wouldn't be difficult, I have several fake IDs. But still, someon
Patience:The ability to wait, or to continue doing something despite difficulties, or to suffer without complaining or becoming annoyed.NeroIt has been two days and I still couldn't find her, maybe she went out of town for one of her jobs, I thought easily. I should be patient. Her apartment was still there, her stuff was there, and her motorcycle was still in her parking spot. I know she was taking the car, yeah, she might be doing an out-of-town job. I should stop looking for her, she will be back eventually.So I did, and I relaxed back in my chair though my mind kept on going back to her. She was gone, my little killer was gone, I groaned from annoyance as the feeling gravitated too much for my liking."Okay, you look like you're about to rip someone's head off. Would you like to go to the mountainside with me, father?" Vesper showed his cheeky attitude that I was most certainly not in the mood for. "I'll take you hunting and chase some human jogger around their lush forest? Get
Sire: A father; the head of a family; the husband. A creator; a maker; an author; an originator. Nero. "This is my son Vesper, and my guard Aldrich," I said truthfully. "Son, this is Tessa." "Hmm... you know, what the hell, my life couldn't get any weirder," she shook his hand after sheathing her knife back in its place. She laughed softly as if the encounter was too silly for her to comprehend. The little killer then walk ahead not caring if I'd follow her or not. But then she called out, "Come on. I need to skin this and put it in the crockpot. I've been binge-eating the cheeseburger for two days now, it'll feel good to eat my kill." Vesper chuckled hearing her choice of words from behind me. I couldn't see his face but I know Aldrich was keeping his thoughts to himself. We reached her little cottage and surely enough she told us to come in. "You need me to invite you in, really? Ugh, Come on boys, might as well come in." "Beer in the fridge, wine in the cooler, and uh water
Bucket list /noun : a list of things that one has not done before but wants to do before dying Tessa Who the hell walks around the forest trail in the dark, with his son, and his guard? Apparently, it was Nero. And why would he need a guard? He said that he was a vampire, why did he need a guard? I thought vampires have cool abilities. Surely they can kill or is their power only in their kiss? Argh, I shouldn't even be thinking about him, about the kiss that leads to the mind-blowing orgasm, or in my case last night's orgasms. I took a deep breath and calm myself down. I have my issues to deal with. Three days had passed and I was nowhere near finding out who wanted me dead. I've spent most of my morning looking at the wall, browsing on my laptop, and my black book, and had managed to make more possibilities than narrowing down the list of suspects. I hate being surprised by impending death, I hate being timed. Three fucking months. I had started thinking that someone was messing
Plural noun: loversA partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage. Nero I was back at Vesper needing to have a much-needed talk before I go back home. The short time away from the city proves nothing aside from unexpectedly finding Tessa hiding out in her rental cabin, practically behind Vesper's new house. "You're going back with her?" "She had agreed to go back with me to my apartment. I'm not taking to my den." "Of course," Vesper nodded his head in understanding. He knew I wouldn't just invite a human into a house full of vampires. No matter how good she was at protecting herself, on that note I also didn't want to risk the life of the vampires living in my den knowing how good she was at killing. "Okay, now, tell me you won't cause any disturbance in the area? Or better yet, why don't you go back to the den? I'll be staying with Tessa for a while, I need eyes on the den." Vesper smirked telling me that Tessa had got me wrapped around her little fingers. "Y