Josie's POV (Continued)
“What?”
“I called you a coward.”
“Why would you say that to me? You know very well that I am no coward.” Yeesh. Reckless, impulsive, fearless, these are all words that various people have ascribed to me in my lifetime, but no one would even dare to think of the word coward and me in the same context.
“Do you remember when we were in the university and I couldn’t step past the doorway or how I would become crippled with fear each time a boy spoke to me? You used to call me a coward and a slave to my fears. You reminded me that brother Mordechai was now in jail and punished for his crimes and there was no need to punish myself for something he did? You made me go to the therapist and even went on dates with me so I could feel safe.”
Yes, I knew all that. Charlotte’s family was vJosieès POV(Continued)Once the debacle was over, I would have no reason to stay. I would still be stuck at home with no prospect and have a front row seat to the moony eyes they will make at each other. But the thought of not seeing Grayson everyday was torture. The only way I could guarantee that I would see him regularly was if I stayed where Anna was.Swallowing thickly, I tried to find my voice. “I. It’s a nice offer but,”She grasped my hands and squeezed reassuringly. “Think about it. You don’t have to decide right now. “ Her phone rang before I could form a reply. Char checked her phone and grimaced before she picked the call. “Good afternoon pastor James.” Her fake, barely there smile disappeared at whatever news pastor James was giving her.Pastor James was the pastor in charge of the parish her parents atte
Josie's POVThe house was still as dark and menacing as I remembered. A lot of cars were parked, not many. About a dozen or so. Vladimir was not hosting a party was he? Eh, that’s good news for me to be honest. Safety in numbers and all that. I was wearing a checkered shirt and jeans with my blue flats. But my hair was styled and I was wearing light makeup, that had to count for something right? Today of all days, I had to be underdressed to attend a party with people who were possibly the makers and shakers in our……. I smacked myself in the head viciously. The driver glanced at me sharply in the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything, simply adjusting it unnecessarily. What the hell was wrong with me? I was here to secure my father’s release, not wine and dine his kidnapper. My phone chose this exact moment to ring and I answered the call without checking the caller's identity. I
Josie's POVMy dad was not a perfect man, nor a perfect husband. Mum says dad is a bad husband, right before she proclaims him as the love of her life. I didn’t think dad was a bad husband, he tried his best for us but he and mum made a truly awful couple. I didn’t doubt that they loved each other dearly. Its just that their marriage was like being addicted to cocaine. No matter the high it brings for a while, the havoc it wreaks was longer lasting and extensive. My parents’ marriage is like that. They loved each other, that much I don’t doubt but without a doubt, those two brought out the absolute worst out in each other. Being alone in the same space turns them both into rabid monsters with only one intent; Hurting each other as much as possible. It started with verbal barbs intent to decimate their target, but lately, it was devolving into the physical, with mum alw
Josie's POVI truly hoped I was not about to watch live porn. I quickly looked away when he approached her kneeling form. If she started moaning, I was hightailing it the fvck out of here. She didn’t moan, but she squeaked -very loudly. My head whipped back to find him rubbing her butt very gently. He’d just spanked her. In front of several people. Some conversation took place between them before he started hitting her again, very rapidly. I winced in sympathy on her behalf even if she looked like she was high on the hits. How could anyone find being spanked like a child in front of other people arousing? That sounded like a recipe for utter humiliation to me. The spanks went on for so long, I turned away from them, something about the way his hands were moving disturbed me a great deal. The harlot in my head was trying to convey something to me, mostly in the form of my dampening panties but I shut he
Josie's POVI turned to Vladimir to ask him about the kneeling people and found him half turned away from me. He was reading something on his phone but then pocketed it with a self satisfied smile. What news had he been given? Did it have something to do with me? with my father? He looked at his watch -how the hell was he seeing in here?- before mouthing the words ‘go time.’Why did I get the feeling that the last hour had been a ploy to stall for time. If that was true, what was Vladimir Sedof waiting for?.He turned to me with a rather serene smile. “Would you like to play a game?” His voice dripped of innuendo, though I failed to pick up on what it was.“No. I am here to talk about my father.”“I know you are Jo. Can I call you Josie?”“You just did.” I replied sardonically. I didn’t
Josie's POV“I’m not so sure about that.” I nibbled on my tongue worriedly. “What are the particulars of the game exactly?”“What if I show you?”Um…… that didn’t sound so bad.“Okay, then. Show me.”In answer, he took hold of my elbow and guided me out of the ballroom. As crowded as the place was, we didn’t run into a single person. They all parted like the red sea before Moses before we even got anywhere near them. It was odd and creepy to say the least. Before I knew it, we were outside the ballroom.“This way.” he announced as we began our walk down the opposite hall the bitchy maitre d’ and I came from.Heat erupted from where his hands were firmly but gently holding on to my elbow and guiding me down the hall. The lights were muted but I
Josie's POV(Continued)“Argh!” My shout was one of shock as my eyes snapped to him.He graced with another of his enigmatic smiles while I gaped at him in shock, the skin beneath my butt stinging. The surprise of the hit made me scream more than the sting.“Paddle.” His impish lips breathed as he raised the small wood for me to see. The size and shape of it reminded me of a table tennis racket. It looked exactly like one except for the fact that this paddle was made entirely of wood. And instead of being used to hit a ball, it was used to beat people for the sake of pleasure. It was not my thing. I opened my mouth to say so but I was busy sucking in breath instead. A painful hit, more than the dull thud of the paddle stole my breath as fiery pain tore through my lower tie.“Flogger.” He raised the red instrument with t
Josie's POV(Continued)Vladimir wanted to play a fucked up game of reward and punishment with me. The immediate problem I had with that was that I knew basically nothing about BDSM. I have read books and once when I was feeling very brave, I made a few searches on the internet that left me with a lot of questions and a burning face. I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror for a week afterwards. And Vladimir made me wary. This needy slut I became around him was foreign and I definitely didn’t like it. He was also shady as hell. I was attracted to him, no denying that. But my attraction didn’t stop me from seeing the holes in his explanations.Despite knowing all of this, the primary emotion I felt was intrigue. I was intrigued by his offer -not the flogging part- but the question part. It still didn’t clarify what he wanted in exchange for my father’s
FlashBack.Somewhere in Durbent.March, 1724.Sven's POV“Little prince.”Careful not to startle Lydia, my pet komodo dragon, I kept my fingers steady even as I moved only my head to glance up at the approaching figure.Even before I looked up, I knew who the familiar voice belonged to. After all, his voice was the same rumbling cadence that read me bed time stories, coached me though my horseback rides and walked me through my sparring sessions; it either sung my praise or gently corrected my mistakes. Besides, he was the only one who ever came to look for me in my hideout.Lydia was done feeding, plus she was weary of humans who were not me, so she turned, her long tail flicking my hand as she trotted back into the out-building.“You know she will make a meal of you one of these days,” he murmured, walking further into my line of vision.His rich brown hair was cut short once again, but it highlighted the brown and gold flecks of his eyes. He was not that much taller than me, but wi
Josie's POV(Continued)“Hello? Are you okay -”“NO!!” It was instant. One minute, I was splat on the ground, having just spilled out of the elevator like a roll of tissue, the world spinning around me, then the next, a flash of light hazel irises, freckles and a button nose.Soft hands gripped my shoulder, and I whirled around instinctively, catching the boy’s wrist in my fingers. And the next thing I knew, a rush of light so bright and warm I went dizzy with it. Then it was over in what felt like seconds. I blinked, and for a single minute, I didn’t understand why there was a gray haired man with sallow skin lying unconscious beneath my feet. The yellow shirt of a store attendant looked so oddly familiar that when reality smacked me in the face, I squeaked and scrambled away on my butt.The warmth rushing though my veins turned to molten heat, threatening to roast me from the inside out. But still, I kept crawling backwards, my stricken gaze on the unconscious boy. My back hit a wa
The Mall, Variku.Monday 12th of August, 2024.8 P.MJosie's POV(Continued)People said that when it rained, it poured. For me, the heavy rain turned into a thunderstorm and now, it was a motherfucking tornado. Of all the terrible ways the day from hell could have gotten even worse, running into Kora was the worst thing that could have happened to me. In a way, it was actually fitting. First, I woke up with the ability to drain people of not just magic but their youth as well. Then I found out that I drained not 1 but 12 women. And now, when my control was nearing it’s limit, I chose to willingly walk into a building with over a hundred people in it -stupid decision, yes I know. So of the hundred, who else would be more appropriate to run into than my cousin?“Hey, cuz. You’re looking especially horrid today.” To accentuate how utterly fucked I was, the elevator dinged as its doors closed, and Kora and her friends were definitely not in it, as evidenced by her cruel words.I bit my li
The Knight's Sisterhood Territory, Variku. Monday, 12th of August, 2024. 5 P.M Josie's POV (Continued) An empty vacuum. That was my brain. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, elevating my heart rate, but the world moved at a snail’s pace. Everywhere I looked was nothing but vibrant colors. So many colors, even a rainbow looked washed out next to them. The buildings, the trees, the ground and even the very air rippled with an array of colors I wasn’t even aware were on the spectrum. I had no idea where I was nor could I order my thoughts. The only thing I could do was watch my surrounding in awe, feeling like I’d been under water my whole life and I’d only just been let up. The colors were deep and contradictory, looking almost like a child tried to paint a picture without giving a rat's ass about the lines. I could see buildings and trees and what not, but the colors made it difficult to immediately identify what I was looking at. And the vibrancy of everything was making my eyes a
FlashBack. Somewhere In Durbent. December, 1724. Sven's POV The sun shone brightly, a rarity at this time of year, but I felt none of its usual warmth today. I ran down Sabnova street, the harsh rays of the sun beating down on me. My hand stayed firmly on the hilt of my sword, hope and fear warring for dominance in my heart. Still, I uttered payers to a god I could only hope truly existed even as I used all of my spare energy to run. I hoped Kros would find me before them, but simultaneously, I prayed he had the good sense to run as far as he could. Far away from here. Even if it meant my life was forfeit, at least he would be safe. The corner ended at a dead end. I’d seen no one behind me, but I didn’t delude myself into thinking I’d managed to escape them. I scanned the area furtively, my panicked gaze latching on to a small rotten ladder in the corner. Half of its rung was missing, but there was still about three rungs left on it. Good enough for me. All I really needed wa
Outside The Knights Sisterhood Territory, Variku.Sunday, 11th of August, 2024.Vladimir's POVHer heartbeat was faint, but steady. It’s been three days since I drugged Joanne, but for some reason, she was still unconscious. I would be worried if the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat didn’t assure me that she was alive and well. For all intents and purposes, Joanne was taking a rather long nap. I could only hope that she wouldn’t need the kiss of a true love to wake up because if that was the case, she was shit out of luck.The wind rustled, bringing a sharp bite to this cold night. The sisterhood’s territory was deserted at this moment, a notion which I was inclined to believe was unusual for them. Perhaps they were all dreading the wrath of the high priestess?Two days ago, after I’d drugged Joanne and had her blood drained -not enough to kill her or send her into shock, thank you very much- my warriors had returned her to her friend’s hotel room. Rupaul Carrignton was not in his room
Braille Mansion, Lourve, Hiiu.Saturday, 10th of August 2024.10:30 AMLilya's POV“The timeline has been moved up. Be ready to move in two weeks,” Yasha’s crispy voice was direct and uncompromising.My lips thinned, but I held in whatever objection I had. “Okay.” I hung up without another word.What could have happened? Did he and Vladimir have a falling out? Of course, the only reason I knew that Yasha and Vladimir had a tentative alliance was because Yasha wanted to rob it in my face that I had fallen out of grace with my sire. I grimaced and quickly squashed that train of thought. Panicking would do me no good right now.All I could do was focus on my own plan. But that led me to the new problem Yasha’s announcement had wrought. Anna met her clan just two days ago. She was nowhere near ready to be chosen by the mark. And I wasn’t her confidant yet. Unfortunately, I was on Yasha's time now, so his word goes.I took out my phone again and dialed one of the only four numbers on speed
FlashBackEstria - February 16,1991.Lady Piia's POV“Enough!” the voice thundered. Leaves rustled and even a few ravens flew away. That’s how bothered the whole surrounding had been by the sudden booming sound. Even from twenty feet away, I shivered at the uncontrolled rage in the tone. But the brown haired waif of a girl who was probably seconds away from being throttled by the irate mountain of a woman stared back defiantly, not a single hint of fear in her expressive chocolate eyes. Albus Nogru, wearing the brown and gold robes of an instructor glowered, her veins bulging as her hands shook, probably from the effort it took not to wrap it around Inna’s neck. “They are people too. They have a right to be taught and you can’t deny them their right!” Inna, my ever defiant, ever reckless friend snapped back loudly. She tilted her chin up, literally and figuratively digging her heels in. I sighed wearily, already knowing what the argument was about even without moving closer. Only
La Niche. Thursday, 8th of August, 2024. 9pm.Jo's POV(Continued)The brown and gold two storey building was at the very end of a cul dé sac. The street was very quiet and the nearest neighbour was about half a mile away. If it weren't for the luxurious cars parked outside the house and the different elite men and women dressed to the nines walking into said building, I would have thought that Vladimir had me brought all the way out here to be murdered.In a way, it sort of reminded me of house of Pulé. I gulped hastily, doing my best to quash the lurid images that sprung up at the thought of that house.Not the time, I admonished the lusty hoe residing rent free in my head."Miss Puhvel?" I turned my head at the voice.Staring down at me expressionlessly from outside the limo was Castor. I blushed for no particular reason and held my hand out to him. Without a word, Castor helped me out of the white rolls Royce limo we just arrived in.Dressed in a sheer cotton pink and white ruffle