Patricia's POV It was certainly time for the unveiling. After that day, for the next few days I felt sick, as if I was having a running stomach, and no matter how much I used the restroom it never stopped, and that was when the possibility dawned on me. I wasn't so sure yet and I didn't want to get excited about it only to end up getting disappointed later so I booked an appointment with Dr Josh. He came into the office, closing the door behind him as his white coat floated backwards like a superhero's cope. His glasses complimented his facial look, hiding away his seemingly mischievous eyes and as he went to take a seat before me I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly rounded and rigid butt. The nice butt only reminded me of the Maester's saggy ones. " Your test results are out and...................", he drew the last word, tightening his lips as he stared back at me, probably trying to create a non-existent suspense. " Please tell me what the results say. Am I or
I tried to take it easy, but the urge was strong, we both felt it and could not help but ram into each other. We kissed passionately, fighting for lip dominance as we kissed, the car gear making it impossible to reach our full potential. I broke the kiss and got into the backseat with Diego following like an ant after sugar crystals, and we resumed again, with Diego on top, furiously slamming into each other. I wanted to turn him over and stay on top, but the space in the backseat did not allow that, so the car kept jerking to the rhythm of our passionate make out session. His mouth tasted like orange, the not-so sweet kind of orange that was perfect for orange juice, and I savored every inch of his lips, taking in more of his saliva as he took in mine, our tongues rolling into each other's. I reach for his belt and undid it, my lips still glued to his. He knew what I was heading for and was gracious enough to break the kiss and unzip his pants. He sat down with his back against the
I greeted the other members of the hunting squad: Nicole, the vivacious and friendly fellow. Miles and Bridget, the mated couple in the squad. Stiles, the withdrawn and yet fierce one. And then Hansel, the alpha's second son and the leader of the squad. " Miles and Stiles, both of you should take positions at the north head-front. Malia and Bridget, take your positions at the woods end, Nicole and I will take positions at the south head-front ", Hansel addressed us, " now, to your positions, and you guys at the north head-front should send a signal to Malia and Bridget when you get there, got it?" " Yeah" the guys said while some of us just nodded to his instructions. He definitely wasn't the bossy type, unlike his elder brother, Hans, who was typically a tyrant and a dictator. I was so grateful to the Moon Goddess when I was assigned to the hunting squad instead of the warrior's squad. Only the Moon Goddess knew what the werewolves there were passing through in the hand
Diego's POV I felt dejected after driving off and leaving Malia, it was as if I was leaving a part of me behind and it was no new feeling. I always felt that way each time we departed from each other and although the feeling wasn't new, the pain was always more fresh than the last. I went to bed that night surrounded and engulfed in her sweet scent. Werewolves had always smelt filthy, more filthy than poop, but her case was different, she smelled of lilies and strawberries - the only wolf to smell as such to me, except for a little female werewolf whom I killed about fifteen years ago, together with her parents who still smelt like the other werewolves. I woke up to the next morning to the sound of rustling noise in the kitchen; my father was back. I washed my face and went downstairs to find him making a bowl of cereal. It was normal cereal but the milk was fermented human blood mixed with honey, sugar and cream, giving it a sticky and milky appearance. It was produced
I got to our spot and turned off my car engine, waiting for her as the darkness surrounded me. I waited for a while until I heard a knock from the passenger's seat window. I opened the car and she got into the passenger's seat, still radiant and beautiful as she had always been. " How are you doing my love", I said, leaning in for a kiss, and she wasted no time in grabbing my face and batting our lips together. She stopped after a few seconds, both of us breathing hastily. " I'm fine, how about you?" she asked, pulling her face away from me. " I'm doing good my love, just that there is bad news, real bad news", I said, stretching out the sentence to emphasize on ' bad news'. " I have bad news too", I looked into her eyes and we both knew instantly what each other's bad news was. I felt like apologizing to her, so badly that I didn't know when I muttered " I'm sorry" underneath my breath. " You have nothing to apologize for, what happened was definitely not your
" Diego, are you even listening to me?" flashback to the vehicle, where Malia's pitch black eyes were staring right at me, purely visible even in the darkness that surrounded us. " Um, yes, yeah, I am", I stuttered, trying to get those words out of my mouth. She gave me that inquisitive look that assured me that she didn't believe I was listening, but I could totally care less about what she was thinking. I was basically panicking. Even though the night breeze was cool, I was still sweating. I felt suffocated, technically compacted and encroached in the little space the vehicle provided. I opened the door and came out of the vehicle. Malia was saying something, asking something, but I couldn't hear her, not to talk of making a meaning out of what she was saying. I paced up and down along the dark road, with my exposed dick dangling from my zipper, moving to the left, to the right and back to the left. I should have been grateful that the street lights were not on and t
Malia's POV " At least zip up your cock!" I shouted at Diego as he drove off. I couldn't tell what was wrong with him, but the fact that he had left the car to pace up and down along the road with his dick exposed through his zipper meant that something was terribly wrong, and he might not even remember to zip up before going into the city. I wondered if he saw anything wrong with me telling him about how my parents were killed, or did he feel uncomfortable because I said they were killed by a vampire? I was blank and short of options and couldn't just point a finger at any specific reason whatsoever. I found my way home, the usual way I always did, washing off his scent and sneaking into my house, only that there wasn't much scent to wash off and I felt angry about it, not really angry but kind of annoyed and disappointed. I didn't get to do much with him, no smooches nor make out sessions, I didn't even get to suck his lovely dick, and with our once in a week meeting I
" 10th Avenue?" I had just intended to ask but it ended up coming out as a scream, diverting everyone's attention from Billy to me. " Um........I mean, are you sure it's 10th Avenue?" I asked after I had gulped so hard that I could literally hear the saliva moving into my oesophagus and my larynx contracting. " Do you know of this 10th Avenue?" alpha Jace asked, staring at me right in the eye. " Not really, I just wanted to make sure that he knew what he was talking about. We wouldn't want to receive false information now, would we?" I tried to excuse myself before I unconsciously exposed Diego. " I am sure and I've been there myself", Billy firmly resolved. " We then just have to appoint some people to take care of it", Mrs Bram said, " people that we know are strong and clever enough to kill them without leaving behind a single trace". " Pakstin and Hans should be able to do a fine job", alpha Jace said, " they are our best fighters", no one argued about it with
Patricia's POV It was certainly time for the unveiling. After that day, for the next few days I felt sick, as if I was having a running stomach, and no matter how much I used the restroom it never stopped, and that was when the possibility dawned on me. I wasn't so sure yet and I didn't want to get excited about it only to end up getting disappointed later so I booked an appointment with Dr Josh. He came into the office, closing the door behind him as his white coat floated backwards like a superhero's cope. His glasses complimented his facial look, hiding away his seemingly mischievous eyes and as he went to take a seat before me I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly rounded and rigid butt. The nice butt only reminded me of the Maester's saggy ones. " Your test results are out and...................", he drew the last word, tightening his lips as he stared back at me, probably trying to create a non-existent suspense. " Please tell me what the results say. Am I or
Patricia's POV It was certainly time for the unveiling. After that day, for the next few days I felt sick, as if I was having a running stomach, and no matter how much I used the restroom it never stopped, and that was when the possibility dawned on me. I wasn't so sure yet and I didn't want to get excited about it only to end up getting disappointed later so I booked an appointment with Dr Josh. He came into the office, closing the door behind him as his white coat floated backwards like a superhero's cope. His glasses complimented his facial look, hiding away his seemingly mischievous eyes and as he went to take a seat before me I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly rounded and rigid butt. The nice butt only reminded me of the Maester's saggy ones. " Your test results are out and...................", he drew the last word, tightening his lips as he stared back at me, probably trying to create a non-existent suspense. " Please tell me what the results say. Am I or
Probably, I was just being a pervert, but to be frank, the way his now relaxed dick was swinging from side to side was giving Ariana Grande's side to side ft Nicki Minaj - it was more than hilarious and I wondered if his balls won't ache since they were bouncing way too much as he ran. As he aimed to bite, Calipsu held his neck, but he was too strong and so he yanked it off. " Kei so me", she said, and a strong force pulled him away from her, throwing him off on the field. He rushed to get up but she stretched out her hands and vines and roots grabbed him by the hands - She was using the nature spell. Her hands moved more as more roots and vines trapped him to the ground, making him lie flat with his hands stretched out, together with his legs, as . if he was making a snow angel. The roots and vines also trapped his feet, holding him firm to the ground as he growled in anger, fighting to free himself. Calipsu nakedly walked majestically over to where he was and placed a finge
Set - The magical pole-like dagger was an accessory of the witches which was speculated to have tremendous power, and any witch who had it would have the dagger outrightly taken from her by the council. Set wasn't just an ordinary dagger, it was the vessel through which all could be done, and never have I imagined while studying about it, that it could be used in the way that Calipsu was using it. She jerked forward and back on top of the underlying naked man in a rhythmic manner, and the feeling up the vagina made me quite sure that his dick was way too long inside her warm chambers. Diego's father on the other hand was completely out of it. His eyes were projected backwards, as if they were running to the back of his head and his head was raised a little as he stiffened with every passing second, holding himself from doing something - from releasing his milk I think. She continued with the sexual dance on the poor guy as she placed the dagger on his stomach, the rhythm
Ariel's POV I left Diego's place feeling like someone who had just discovered that the people she had known all her life to be her parents were not actually her biological parents, and that feeling created a void deep inside my heart. Everything that I had known to be true was actually false, and that wasn't the only thing, no one, except Diego's father knew of that. That means that everyone was unknowingly living in a lie, in a fallacy, in untrue beliefs that had been sieved and restructured throughout history. " Wait, this thing that you are telling me right now, does the council of witches have knowledge of that?" I had asked him the night before. " Well, according to what my Kelly told me, they don't. Not even the powerful three black witches from Africa", he said and I raised my eyebrows in surprise, " Kelly gave me a detailed description of the people she used to work with", he said, trying to remind me that he wasn't a deity that was all knowing - omniscience. " So...
" I didn't", she retorted, her lips twitching towards the left side of her face like she was itching, " I did", she heaved, " it's actually complicated". " I don't think it is. Did you or did you not know? it's practically a yes or no question", I said, feigning annoyance. " Okay. I knew. I knew that my pack was trying to assassinate you and your father and I tried to inform you, but that was when I was captured and taken to that medical facility that treated me like a lab rat", she said, getting all teary, and I didn't even know when I mellowed down, taking her into my embrace in a tight hug. I knew she wouldn't have stayed still and watched her pack try to harm me, and I knew that she knew that I would do the same for her. " They even treated Hansel worse than me, even though he did nothing wrong, he was only trying to find me, and they captured him and almost killed him", she said, sobbing slowly and holding herself lest she releases an outburst. " I'm sorry, I'm sorry",
Grafting. The concept of grafting has always seemed far fetched for me. That particular notion of joining parts of two or more plants to make them appear as one, has always seemed theoretical to me, never. practical, not until while pursuing for a parasitology degree in Howard. We were all divided into different groups of three people each, and every group was given two fruits to graft and bring to class in the next month. My group was given an apple and a guava, and at first I thought about giving up on that particular assignment because it seemed practically impossible. Apple and guava are two different fruit species that belong to distinct botanical families and have different growth habits and environmental requirements, and as such, it is not possible to graft or grow them together on the same tree. So I thought that it would be more suitable to not even begin a task that I certainly wouldn't be able to finish. But the only girl in our group; I think her name was Halle o
Diego's POV Some people say that love is blind, and I'm quite sure that I can agree with them. Love really is blind. I had pleaded with Malia to leave before I would hurt her just like I had done in my dream, or vision, or whatever it is that was. But she was a blockhead. The type that would do just exactly that which you tell her not to do. I had thought that it was only kids that were that stubborn, but Malia was proof that the petty stubbornness can also be found in adults. After I had uncontrollably bit and sucked her blood, I came back to my normal self only when I had sucked enough and she fainted to the floor, probably because she had lost too much blood. I picked her up, almost crying, trying so hard not to think of the possibility of her dying, praying for that intention, and luckily, she began to heal. There was no doubt that the Moon Goddess was on our side. " How are you?" she asked as she opened her eyes so well, probably still healing. " That isn't what m
I must've had an ear problem. Yeah, that must have been the case. Or rather he didn't literally mean what he was saying, like he was using an idiom. That must be it. Those damn idiomatic expressions can be as misleading as hell, imagine someone walking up to you and telling you that they saw a white elephant, only for you to later figure out that there wasn't an actual white elephant, just that the person had witnessed something unimaginable. Yeah, it was always unnerving, just like when you find out for the first time that Santa Claus doesn't actually exist, it's just mom that has been placing those gifts under the tree all those years. I even knew a girl that cried for several days when she found out that the tooth fairy doesn't really exist, the poor fellow would've probably been a grandmother by then, or would have even met her demise. " Excuse me sir, you mean that she had a vampire turn you into one, right?" I asked, just to be clear. " No. She turned me into one by hers