So dirty!Shameful!Disgusting!I hated myself, my body! Hated this vulnerability.I felt like drowning!Disappearing even!The water cascaded over my body as I stood trembling beneath the steady stream.The memory of Ned's hands on me, his smell, his touch, the fear and helplessness I had felt, lingered in the air around me like a suffocating fog.I continued to scrub frantically at my skin, desperate to rid myself of the stains, real and imagined, that seemed to seep into every pore of my skin. The soap and sponge in my hands were a feeble defense against the overwhelming sense of violation that consumed me.It wasn't even enough. My tears kept flowing as well as the water... couldn't even breathe properly.I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of the hot water as it beat against my skin, almost as if it could wash away the shame and fear that clung to me like a second skin.But no matter how hard I scrubbed, the feeling of filth and worthlessness seemed to seep deeper, sta
I paled away before my blood slowly began to boil. Ned had escaped from prison, and was now on the loose. How was that even possible? I could feel my anger rising, my hands clenched into fists. I wanted to find that stinky disgusting man, myself, to make sure he was brought to justice. My mind raced with different thoughts of what I would do if I found him, while Giovanni watched me. "Wait a second" I scowled. "Am I being played a prank? How can Ned escape the prison when he was surrounded by a troop of soldiers? And then he just vanishes in thin air, just like that?" | was perplexed. Giovanni squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples before leaning on the wall. "He got several pack warriors killed, I have no idea how he did that but no one found a trace of him. It was as though he vanished in thin air, and no one seemed to notice, not even the border guards nor the dungeon guards." I gave him a look which seemed to say 'whatever he was saying sounded ridiculous to me' My
The door creaked open and then shut. I made my way to the bar in my home, which was dark and quiet, the only light coming from the bottles of alcohol lining the shelves. I specifically designed this bar, a few days after becoming an Alpha. Gleaming bottles of expensive liquor were arranged on a rack behind the counter, their labels all carefully facing outward. The countertop was made of polished marble. I took a deep breath, the scent of fine spirits filling my senses. I approached the counter, running my hand over the polished marble. I took a seat and let my eyes wander over the bottles of liquor, their names familiar and exotic. The bar was a sanctuary, a place where I could escape from the pressures of the outside world. A place where I could let my defenses lowered, my walls crumbling. A place where I could let my emotions out, without fear of judgment. I was free to be myself, to cry if I needed to, to be vulnerable. The bar was like a friend, a haven where I could be
"I'm... l'm so sorry..." Penelope quickly apologized, bending down to pick up the shattered glass flask. Leon rose to help her, eliciting a growl and a glare from me. He froze. "I'll help my mate!" I said in a possessive tone, walking closer to Penelope who stood awkwardly, and I began to aid her in picking the shards of glass. But why on fucking earth was I picking up gas shrads when I could order servants to sweep clean clean. Using that opportunity, I took her hands in arm, examining if she had a cut on her palms. Seeing nothing, I reluctantly let go of her hands, moving closer to stand beside her. Leon and Nate shared a look but said nothing, I didn't want to care about what they were thinking either. "Let's sit." I say when no one spoke again. Penelope let me lead her to the bar bench where we sat. Penelope lowered her head and said nothing while I let her thoughts drift. The Devil and the werewolves for over a hundred years had an Armistice. From generations to gener
Jennie Why?How was it possible?How was it possible for Giovanni to begin falling for that bitch!How about me?I couldn't believe it.But what if Giovanni wasn't actually in love with her?What if he was actually acting up?Because this was actually new to me. I knew Giovanni. He was a beast and did nothing with emotions.We had grown up together, I knew his likes and dislikes.I had been there for him for a long time. I should be the one who deserves Luna, not her!That bitch!I had let him fuck me the way he wanted! I loved him! Sacrificed my time and body for him, all thinking my plan would come to fruition and then I would be Luna.That had been my fucking plan.My thoughts drift back to the memories of the past. My father had suddenly come home one day, acting hysterical just after getting himself drunk.He had unknowingly sacrificed his life to shield Giovanni and I must say his death had fastened things for me.From there Giovanni took over the role playing of a big brother
"One... two... and three!" I slumped to the ground after freezing on air by squatting for some minutes, panting.Wiping the sweat dripping down my eyebrow, I rushed to gulp down some water.Oh well! The day finally came.The day Giovanni would finally take over in personally trainingme.I was all bundle of nerves. I fidgeted with my hair, my training gear, trying to appear presentable.Why was I even concerned about what his opinion about me would be like?Sighing for an umpeenth time, I straightened my shoulders and then turned to see Giovanni making his way into the training hall, a smile on his face."Hey!" I blurted and he sent a wink."Good morning, pretty lady. Did you sleep well?" He asked, untying his boots and I gave a slow nod, feeling giddy and watching him."Did... did you sleep well too?" I noticed how full his eyes appeared.He gave a little smile before shrugging, saying nothing."Perhaps that's a yes?* | give an uncertain expression and watched him nod.."Are you read
PENELOPE ~ ~ "Mmh... " I moaned. "Is it delicious?" Oliveria asked, giving me hopeful eyes. "Yes dear." I smiled and then moaned when the taste hit my taste buds again. Dipping the flakes of the fish in the rich, buttery sauce, I hummed in satisfaction. Oliveria is such a good cook. Oliveria dug into her rice and began to eat. "How's little Hana coping with Nate?" I dab my mouth, before taking a sip from the lime juice. Oliveria's movement stopped for some seconds before she resumed eating. With a mouthful of food, she hummed. "They're guff and they seemf to interag well-" "Jeez, Oliveria, can you swallow what's in your mouth? I can't comprehend a thing you said." She slowly swallowed before drinking water and then leaned back in the chair. "I said they're good and they seem to interact well with each other." She averted my gaze, and moved to munch on her fish. Her expression does nothing but reveal the unsaid plight she was feeling. Oliveria's movement stopped for some
GIOVANNI ~ ~ Fuck! I am exhausted. I reclined on the chair, while the pile of paperwork sat on the table before me like a mountain of despair. Each piece of paper seemed to glare up at me, taunting me with its endless rows of numbers and words. My eyes ached from staring at the tiny print, and my head throbbed from the weight of all the information. I wanted nothing more than to sweep the entire pile off the table, to watch it float down like snowflakes or vanish into the air. But I knew that was impossible - the documents were too important to be discarded so carelessly. I sighed and reached for another document, hearing the door click open and then shut. "Got you coffee." Nate said, placing the cup beside me, and then took a chair. I sighed for the umpeenth time, glaring at the files like they were the enemies. "So many pack reports..." Nate murmured, picking some of the files and swiping at their pages. "This one states about how the pack has strengthened their security an