His eyes were like a storm which was sucking me in. Making it impossible for me to pull away from him. I gulp. Blinking. To only feel his grip tighten around my waist. And I suck in a breath as I find my chest flush against his. His beautiful brows were narrowed, his Greek nose perfect as Adonis, a subtle beard covering his hardened jaw. Till now.....I always thought my brother was the most beautiful man of all the men I ever saw. But it seems I was wrong. This man broke all the records. He was stunning but at the same time dangerous. He keeps staring at me intently, not showing any happiness or sadness. Blank of any expressions. And I feel intimidated under his gaze. Blinking, coming back to reality. I avoid his eyes, lowering my gaze, when I hear a low growl literally hammer his chest. Shocked, I looked up to find anger in those brown orbs. Raw. " I...umm...I..." I sprew bullshit. My lips open and close. And then suddenly, as if he was jolted up from a dream. He p
20 minutes later. She felt her heart thud as she stared at her own creation. Running her fingers through the graphite drawing. Not having the courage to turn around and stare at them, live. She looked up at the clock to see 30 minutes were still left. Folding her arms and leaning on the drawing on the table, she just closed her eyes, to hear the chatter in the background. Before she knew it, she was deep asleep. Oblivious of the world. --- Everyone left the room as the bell rang, except him. Closing the door to the classroom shut, he took slow, calculated, firm steps towards the girl asleep on her desk. Settling himself on the chair in front of her desk, he turns around to just stare at the girl. His eyes narrowed at her. He sees her small lips moving, her chest heaving. Taking in every inch of her face with his eyes. Long beautiful eyelashes, a not so wide but not too thin nose, perfect for her round face. Long brown hair. She was not extraordinarily beautiful like t
" What...what did you..." " It's just a hickey. A reminder for you as to who you belong to this second hence." " I don't want any soul to know about this. Understood?" I was expecting this. Hell I am sure he is ashamed to admit me as his. But then why didn't he reject me? Why is he kissing me like that, behaving the complete opposite? It hurts, but then I never had any expectations. He was touching me, which itself was a surprise for me. Before I could even ask him, he retreated. " See you soon Seraphina. And by the way, " Tapping on the drawing on my desk. He smirks to stare into my eyes. Leaning closer, whispering in my ear. " I want you to draw my lips next... imagining how they would feel pressed against these...." Running his thumb on my trembling lips. He completes. " Trembling ones of yours. " " Okay?" I nod, and his eyes grew dark. " Good girl" Picking up my hand from my lap, he kissed my finger to retreat. As if giving me a hint for my next dr
Seph's POV It was late at night, and my roommates were asleep. Twisting and turning in the bed for the last hour, I couldn't find any sleep. Too restless with his thoughts. Agitated. I got up to sit on the bed. Sighing to look at the moon through the window. It was a waxing moon and very soon, when the first full moon came. I can't even imagine what my heat will be like. I almost felt scared of it. My hand involuntarily travels up to my neck and I caress the mark he left on me. Mere touching of this mark makes my knees weak and my mind blank. What will mating feel like? Is it really that nice? Some say it hurts the first time. Will he really do it with me? Or will he refuse me? He hasn't said anything about accepting me, but neither has he rejected me. So does this mean it's a yes? He is definitely interested in me. Or he wouldn't kiss my neck and leave his mark on me. Right? He didn't even hurt me in the arena in front of everyone, when he came to know I was his mat
Indeed, it was the perfect name. Butterflies are what I feel in my stomach right now. How can he behave like that? One second he refuses to even acknowledge me, the other he acts like that. Staring at the sketchbook in my bag, I contemplated. By homework, of course, he meant my latest sketch of his. Right? But can I really show it to him? *** The lunchtime was already over, as I made my way through the back door to the swimming area. This area is normally restricted unless one has special permission, but seeing the door unguarded. I sneaked in. My heart thumps as I look around at the vast pool with no soul in presence. Did he leave already? I was just 5 minutes late. He would have waited, right? It was too congested in the hallways. I had to pass through everyone. Staring at the serene water, I step back from the edge of the pool. It may sound strange, but even th
Sera's POV I thrash, moving my arms and legs in all directions as I feel my body hit the surface of the water. Huge amounts of water gushed into my mouth. And my breathing becomes constricted. Opening my eyes, I looked under the water to find myself on the deeper side of the pool. My body starts sliding lower with my inability to swim. I thrash, moving my legs in all directions, looking around for any help when I see someone's arm extended for my help and I clutch onto it like my life was dependent on it. Holding it, I pull myself up. Finally able to put some air into my lungs. My eyes were teary and my breathing was uneven. My wet hair fell on my face, my mind too numb to understand what the hell happened here. Did he really pulled me in? " Relax. You are fine, butterfly" I look up to find myself clutching onto him. Our bodies almost touching. Extending his fingers, he move my wet sticking hair aside from my face to look at my breathless state intensely. " Why...why wo
I surrender. Opening my lips, I let the water gush into my lungs. Ending it forever. When, suddenly, I felt something soft crash on my lips and my eyes widen in shock. Zander was kissing me, his breath intermingling with mine. Holding my body closer to him with his palms gripping behind my neck. He continues to kiss me and give me his own limited breaths. I opened my eyes to look at him in shock. To only find his eyes closed, brows furrowed. Busy lending his limited breaths to me. Making my lungs breathe. And just like that, I felt my heart thud rapidly in my chest. Those foreign emotions enter my body again. Why Zander? Why are you doing this? What is this that my body is feeling? Why do I want to trust you, when I know you are going to hurt me in the end? Why did you save me just now? Why did you take my first kiss? Why, despite being in this hell underwater, does it feel like heaven? Why is each and every cell in my body alive right now, celebrating our first ki
"Locked under the magic of witchcraft is a wolf strongest known to exist.With eyes red as blood and fur dark as night, he was a sight no one remained alive to describe.Many have tried bringing it to life,but failed giving away their lives.Untill an innocent girl comes sealing her and the fate of entire mankindThe girl named Thora Valentine"..................................................7:15 amBloodmoon pack groundsA girl lays on the cold freezing ground.Her breath coming out heavy as she tries to move.Her muscles sore with the punishment,lips cracked and dried.She pulls on her arms to hear the cranking of steel chains tied around her hands and legs,sighing she leaves the struggles ,once again.12 hours 42 minutesTh