There's nothing more draining than this. I see what I want or need; rather, I reach for it. It's dangling right in front of me like a lump of flesh, but I can't get it. It's still out of my grasp.I'm sick in the head.I feel so pathetic.This wasn't the first time I was having a hard-on from being in Rose's proximity. I had to make her stop rocking back to me else she would feel the bulge in my shorts.I just can't let her see it. See the proof of lust, she might find it disapproving and she definitely will be disgusted.I would look like a sex-starved psycho.This crudeness that dwelled in me...No matter how much I disapproved of it, was still there, clinging to my senses like a tasty leach, sucking off all my other thoughts that included going back to my world and filling it with Rose.It's been painted on my senses. The name Rose, Rose, Rose.I've had my dick up in many holes and once I'm done with using them to fill my pleasure, I don't get this feeling; the way I felt right now.
“Why do you smell of my hair wash?” I asked Emmett who stared blankly at me, rooted to the foot of my bed. Rivulets of water rolled from his thorax down his tanned abs.Focus.He's going to wet my room…he'll clean that up after I've confronted him about touching my stuff.I wasn't wrong when I heard something fall in my bathroom while I forced myself back into sleep. I'm not sure I slept at all because he stepped out of my bathroom with the scent of my hair wash all over him not long after he stepped in.“Did you use my shampoo, Emmett?” I squinted my eyes at him.“Yes.” He replied, there was a shift in his eyes the moment he replied.I howled up to a sitting position, “Are you aware that I hate it when someone touches my stuff?” I watched him shrug, spitting out the drops of water that threatened to enter his mouth.“That's the point; I'm not someone; I'm Emmett.” He said as he turned slowly, facing the closet. "I had to use it on my neatly trimmed hair... because I have one."Argh,
“Cheesecake? What do those look like? I asked with so much curiosity. There's a lot of change in what humans consume between their time and mine, as when I was still human. I could go for months without eating. The foods aside from raw flesh are the human foods I'm talking about. I was on a strict diet. A diet of violence. I ate violence for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Up until now, I thought I would go on a lighter diet, which is Rose, and I'm saying that without being skeptical. “I'll show you how it's being made, and you'll know what it looks like when it's done.” She talks proudly like she could make that nice cake with her eyes closed. I don't care about the cheesecakes; I just like the brightness in her dark eyes; it sends warmth to a cold part of my being. “Would love that,” I said in return. “Take me over there.” She said she pointed to a tall box at the right end of the kitchen. “What's that thing?” It looks…strange, what could be inside of it? “It's called
There's something special on the other side of this moment and it's about how I feel inside. It's about the way she's turned me into a sickening starved monster.It's the way she's become a focal point of my entire existence, she seems to be a threat and a drug. A hard drug to be precise, getting me all worked up and hungry for more, for her. I hate that I love this new obsession, It scared and calmed me at the same time. I never knew I would feel this way about anyone in such a short time after meeting pure evil in the form of another woman like herI had to give in my chance again, I just couldn't get enough of her just for one day. I promised myself to stay put, but now, I betrayed myself.“Approved.” She gave me that look of clarity. My face was already all over her so there was no need to bend any further. From the side of her face, I reached for her lips on a mission of dropping just a gentle, chaste kiss.To press my lips to hers. But once my lips touched down on her soft sma
It would have been a usual morning in Clifford's house, the quiet and almost peaceful one where I'd drag my dying self out of sleep and do a little banter with my sexy roommate, and then I'd go for my therapy and return to him.But no, today wasn't like other days. It was well…my presumed death day.I felt a strong force was shutting me off from reality, I heard the echoes of my alarm clock blaring. I tried to lift my arms to put it to stop, no way.My body went numb to the effects of this strong force; I was hanging on a slim thread; any little fuss would send me into the thickest darkness. I felt pain. An excruciating one. I felt wetness all over me like I was soaked in a pull of a thick liquid. My nose couldn't point out the exact scent.My eyes were shot, but I heard a few sounds, although my sense of hearing was closing up on me as well, I struggled to pick out the muffled voices I heard.The first was low and hoarse, that was Emmett. I couldn't quite get the words he said. I
“Rose!” I called out, my voice bounced back to me in loud echoes. “Rose!” I called out for the second time. Still no reply, just the rebounding of my voice.I watched her aunt scoop her lifeless form into her arms, checking if she was still breathing.She wasn't breathing. The only woman I cared about to a certain point wasn't breathing.How it all started before her aunt stormed in; My sleep was cut short by the continuous blaring of Rose's alarm clock. She should have put it off like she usually does on occasions when she sets a timer to wake up, but she didn't. I jerked up from my sleeping position on the couch to put it off; I strolled to her nightstand to put it off. I turned to her sleeping form, and I saw her state.I took her hands in mine; her hands felt…lifeless. A lump crawled up to the pit and I swallowed it, pushing it down to where it came from. Her hands had almost gone cold. I lifted it in the air, and it dropped freely, effortlessly. What had me completely convinced
I was covered in ash.On every inch of my skin, there was ash. I couldn't see it because of the obvious…but I did feel it move, these particles..they move at random like they had control of their own, which actually, they did. The feeling wasn't bad because I was familiar with the source of it this time; I knew who it belonged to, and I knew its purpose. It brought me reliefI was relieved that a stronger power could liberate me from this unknown force. But then again, I wasn't sure if actually, Emmett could pull me out of this stronghold.Not that I trusted in his might, I've seen him do the unimaginable, I knew what he was capable of. Is he a match for these strong forces? That was my question.Anyways, the first step is believing, isn't it?The moment I granted him access to my mind, I felt a mix of peace and chaos. It was like he owned my mind, leaving me to my body. I welcomed him like the desperate host that I was. Letting him fight me out.“Your mind is a small one, Rosey.” H
I had just stepped out of Rose's house into the cold night after I had watched her aunt tuck her into bed. She looked sick but seeing her breath evenly while she slept reassured me of hope.A hope that she was still alive. A hope that was filled with the fact that I would get to spend more time with her before I leave. It can never be me saying this, but unfortunately, it is, Emmett, I'm glad she's still alive.I was out to get a little something for her, of course. Something I feel she may or may not look like. Well, this is the beginning of my trial-and-error method. Hell…I don't know why I'm doing this; I'm just doing it on repulse according to what my wolf had requested.I'm out here with a substantial amount of cash that I need for this item or perhaps, Rose's gift. I didn't steal the cash this time; I was lucky to find a one hundred dollar note lying in one of the bedrooms in the house, maybe Rose's aunt's, her Dad's, but I'm sure I didn't get it from Rose's room. I did what I
On the cliff that stood parallel to the only sea in Claw City Park, the same cliff which my blood spilled was where we sat looking out towards the sea. It was infinitely beautiful, the clear blue meeting the blue rippling sea on the horizon.Before now, I’ve never been close to enjoying a sea view. This was all I dreamt of, listening to the mesmerising sounds of the gentle waves of the sea with my dream guy. I had that dream coming true, all that it wasn't exactly as I had planned it to be. You make choices and life filters what it thinks is best for you. I wanted my dream guy, handsome, strong with a wholesome gentility. Emmett was all that except he was not gentle, he wasn't even close to being gentle, he could always act but he never was.I looked from the sea to the side view of his face, he was lost in the view of the sea. His hair on his head had grown longer than it had been a few months ago. I guess he never cared about his looks when he was hell bent on avenging his death, “
“Each time the men from her lineage tried to break the spell, the urn was adamant. but each time the women tried, there was a bit of hope. We usually experience the urn lit up, the words on the urn glowed white but after some seconds, the light dies out. So we left it in the hands of the women from her lineage to give it a try. My great grandmother tried. My grandmom. My mom. And so did my wife. Until Rose did.” I want to go on my knees to plead once more to spare the lives of my people that were also his creations, the same people who had casted I and my family to suffer for the wrongs of my foremother but I was held in the shoulder by our ancient WolfLord, “Stand,” He said to me, then turned to the man in black cloak. He extended his hands out, I heard the bones of the man lying on the ground crunch. “I'll let you live. You and your people." He looked over to the dead bodies, "Peace to your fallen soldiers.” He said in a low tone. He turned to me as he made his way towards the
“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."Rose stared between I and the crazy Alpha, “You lie," I blurted, "She's human or was human until I turned her.” Few howlers mumbled.“Who was the first person you saw when you emerged from your ashes?” Lucan asked, There was no way he was going to deceive me into thinking Rose was the one. It was clear she was human, her family, all were humans. “This young lady was human, I turne
Over a hundred acres of land was in flames, burning hot. This wasn't the adventure I envisioned. I was told to be in here, that he would sense when I was in danger and come to me, that mind link thing he spoke of. But the person who promised me safety was nowhere seen. I kicked in on survival instinct. I feared the fire might get caught up with the wood his home was made of, burning everything to the ground. Scouring through the burning forest, I followed the path where the fire was less. There were a lot of things I was understanding about my new form. One of which was that I could pick up the scents. Down to the scent of pollinated flowers, I could perceive all. So I used that to my advantage, I walked through the burning bushes on their free path, my head bent upwards as I tried sniffing in the scent of my roommate…I can't believe I still referred him to that, my brain wasn't willing to let go of his presence in my fucked up life. I filtered the choking smell of smoke, my eyes we
“Emmett, we know your story. We're aware of what transpired between you, your ex lover and the Alpha of your time, but I'll have you know that this Park has grown so big. We've grown greatly in numbers, making it difficult for us to distinguish who from who. The bloodline of Kayla, your ex lover, was never heard of after the whole thing with your mythr happened.”I looked at Lucan from where he sat proudly on his throne, the urge to fling him over so reigned in my mind but I withheld it, “It's a sad thing that this generation of wolves lacks wisdom but I want to believe that they are still werewolves gifted with the ability to track down my murderer. I ask only one simple thing, which is to bring the last bloodline of my murder to justice.”“Emmett, if you can just give us a little time, we…”Swiftly, I pulled him out his throne, suspending him in a good height mid air. This was to show him and the rest of his pathetic throne members that I was damn serious. There were mumbling amongs
“Pick up the damn phone, Arthur.” I had broken the barstool at which my hand held onto to help ease my tension, my wolf itched for outlet. I never guessed a day I would be happy and scared to my bones for my niece.Happy because out of the women from our forefathers, she had been chosen. Chosen to bring change. Chosen to let us free.I was sad because she knows half or nothing about where she came from. She's unaware of the line of family she came from. A young naive woman born of a bloodline of the rogue family. And now, on the course of being chosen to free the ancient one she had gone missing with apparently, the ancient one himself. It's how he was able to move her out of the house I found surprising. With no idea where she would be in Claw City Park or What's doing in a place where she was different from the rest of the inhabitants there–a lesser kind of difference, the whole thing scared me to my bones. The only thought that crawled into my head when my son told me of the littl
I felt a strong hold on my hands and feet, my eyes sprang open. My blurry vision settled after I struggled with squinting my eyes from the rays of sun that creeped through the window. Peering down at my feet, I was tied in a huge chain. Same with my hands. In a strange and empty old model bedroom. The last thing I remembered was feeling my organs shut down and the hazy words of Emmett calling me out of my unconsciousness. I remembered my body going completely numb. Where am I? “Emmett?” I managed to call out, feeling the raspiness of my throat. I tried to free myself from the strong chains, the clattering noise echoed in the room. Each time I pulled on the chains, it got tighter. On the contrary, I stopped struggling. Waiting for my captor or whoever is responsible for keeping me in this position to come kill me. I thought Emmett made a promise to protect me. Now, here I was, in a strange place with my hands on my feet tied up. I heard the sounds of heavy footstep
I felt a strong hold on my hands and feet, my eyes sprang open. My blurry vision settled after I struggled with squinting my eyes from the rays of sun that creeped through the window. Peering down at my feet, I was tied in a huge chain. Same with my hands. In a strange and empty old model bedroom. The last thing I remembered was feeling my organs shut down and the hazy words of Emmett calling me out of my unconsciousness. I remembered my body going completely numb. Where am I? “Emmett?” I managed to call out, feeling the raspiness of my throat. I tried to free myself from the strong chains, the clattering noise echoed in the room. Each time I pulled on the chains, it got tighter. On the contrary, I stopped struggling. Waiting for my captor or whoever is responsible for keeping me in this position to come kill me. I thought Emmett made a promise to protect me. Now, here I was, in a strange place with my hands on my feet tied up. I heard the sounds of heavy footstep
The dawn of morning after a heavy rainstorm from the previous night was always cool and calm. It's like the rain came to stabilise the balance of the atmosphere after not falling for a week. According to the meteorologist on the radio, there's gonna be a clear sky today.I looked over to see Morris sleeping form, mouth leaving trails of spit. “Drooling monkey,” I said under my breath. He cooed in response like he heard me.Five minutes and I was done with the shower, so I dressed quickly. I went over to where Morris slept like a dead log of wood. “Morris, get your tiny ass out of that bed right now!” I called out immediately as I was dressing up. There's no time for acting sweet and loving, I'm late for work already. Courtesy of the rain.At the first call Morris remained sleeping, he did a few turns, mumbling something unintelligent to himself.“Morris!”“Morris Clifford!”He flicked from his lying position, his eyes red from sleep darted around, “I'm up, I'm up.” His breath rasped