~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.
Lihat lebih banyak" my beautiful pup, hmm muah! You're so adorable," her giggling voice said as she rubbed her face against his chubby, cute face.Larsen chuckled, his face full of smiles, " I miss you so much mum," his excited voice telling her exactly how much he had missed her. He hugged her, wrapping his little arms around her.Larsen clenched his fist hard as the next memory he had of her was her hand dripping with blood, and the look on her face. The memories he couldn't shove away, the memories that couldn't be buried but just live with it. The feelings he felt that day were still raw and fresh; the anger, the disappointment, the fear, they flashed across his eyes, brewing another wave of anger in him as he angrily gulped down the seventh bottle of alcohol and yet didn't feel any ounce of tipsiness.His heart feels so heavy that anger radiates through his veins as he keeps remembering his mother's bloody hands and Damien's hand holding Elora's. If he sees Damien right this moment, he wouldn't he
Without giving room for a response, he turned around and grabbed Elora's wrist before dragging her along with him back to their suite while Damien stood still, with his blood boiling and he gave out a loud growl and grunt of anger and frustration. His breath rose and fell erratically.Amie watched from the corner, smirking in satisfaction, knowing she'd gotten into trouble; her wince confirmed it as Larsen dragged her with him. The fear on Elora's face gave Amie so much joy that her eyes flickered with so much relief and lifted her mood that made her want to hum a song.Elora winced in pain from Larsen's tight grip, but he was so furious that it sent shivers down her spine; his fury terrified her that she couldn't tell him that his grip hurt. How dare her! How dare her!!His mind was in an unrelenting turmoil. It was so unbelievable when Amie showed him the picture she took, but when she took him to the spot and had to see for himself, a fire was ignited in him.He clenched his fist
Elora was surprised as her eyes fell on him." Alpha Damien?" the call was almost a whisper," Elora," he called with a smile nudging in. He was pissed about how today went; the smiley look on Elora's face after the meeting ended taunted him that he made plans to have dinner with the Alpha, hoping to see her, but his anger even surged higher when his request was turned down.He was standing by the glassy wall, gazing out of the window and sipping his red wine after giving feedback on their plan to Elia when he saw her taking a walk.This is heaven presenting to him a chance and he wouldn't for anything let it pass." Taking a walk?" he asked, looking as she folded her arms beneath her breast.Without responding, she turned to walk away but he immediately blocked the way with his body." Are you avoiding me?"" Isn't that obvious?."His heart skipped and ached at the same time. She glared up at him.When would she ever look at him the same way he looks at her." For how long would you
" why are you bleeding?" his serious voice icy and firm. She hid it behind her, making him step closer, and roughly pulled her closer, grabbing her hand. He took a look at her palm and shot her a frown, " You did this?" " It's none of your business," " Everything about you is my business," he flared up looking at the palm, " you did this to yourself?." She swallowed, feeling uncomfortable with how close they were, and her body felt his touch on her hand even though his eyes were blazing. " That's how much anger I was suppressing, his presence irritates me, every word he uttered makes my blood boil, I wish I could punish him, make him suffer, but when you give him the power and privilege, it angers me more," ' and it hurts.' She completed it in her mind. Larsen felt a strike of guilt hit his chest; how much must she have been suppressing to have pierced her delicate palm? His grip tightened for a second. " I wasn't giving him power," he said and dragged her to the pr
She made to punch his lips hard, but she couldn't; rather, she returned it with a brief cheeky smile and dropped the file on the table before walking to the other side, beside Jordan, hating every step she took towards him.She reached out to the water and gently poured the contents into the cup." A drop of it falls, and you'll crawl under his legs," She heard Larsen's warning that sent waves of anger through her.It's like he saw through her; that devil; she wanted to spill the water on Jordan, but after the threat, she couldn't. It was a message, an unspoken twist of dominance he had over her; even though she hated him and would love to defile him in every way she could, she couldn't risk having to crawl under Jordan's legs.Over her dead body. That disgusting traitor, that murderer." She's so clumsy, I'm sure she'd spill it and then crawl between my legs," Jordan taunted.Elora gritted her teeth as she slowly handed over the water to him, but the cunny Jordan made her spill it by
She felt her heart skip a little and tightened her fist against the black file she was still holding, brushing the memories to the back of her mind as she hastened her steps to meet up with Larsen's pace.The day could only get busier for Elora as she was given a quick tour through the building, from the massive warehouses, and underground storage vaults where she gets to see some rare earth minerals and exotic materials, then tour to other departments like the logistics and contribution firm, a high-security distribution center where the minerals, obsidian, silver and artifacts are processed." Sir," Elora saw Austin said to Larsen, " it's time for the meeting."' what meeting again? Am I not supposed to at least know my purpose of being here, or is it to just be carrying this annoying black file around with you like a slave?' she yelled in her mind that soon cooled down, ' oh yeah, I'm a slave.'Her face dropped, and without saying anything, she followed both Larsen and Austin to th
" like I said, we are not your citizens, we answer to our own law, not yours," Larsen glared at the senator, " we have our own security watching our kinds, no wolf would be a threat to you if you ain't a threat," " We're only trying to co-exist here, which is your only option."Larsen scoffed, "The werewolves here ain't even up to two hundred and they are only here for business."Half of the two hundred werewolves work in Larsen's hotel in the human world, while others maintain the importing, exporting, and distribution of minerals." Still,"" No still, we'll take care of our own kind, it's you who should be watchful of your people, we'll punish any wolf who goes against the law ourselves, just keep to your part of the deal and we'd be fine,"" We're upholding our end of the deal.."" Then there's nothing more to discuss; let's maintain our barter arrangement."The governor cleared his throat awkwardly, not liking how the conversation was not in any way going how they'd want, but th
Elora sat with other guards in a big van, dressed in a black pencil skirt and a white satin blouse with a knot. Her hair was packed in a bun, and the footwear she was on was a flat shoe. She glanced down at herself again.' why did he dress me up like I'm going for some official meeting,' she asked in her mind frowning. She looked like she was going to the office if not that she was thrown with the guards in a black van.He wouldn't even let her ride with him to wherever they were going; the distance between them made him seem invisible to her, and for some unknown reason, it made her mad.' there's no way I'd ever understand him or know him,' she said in her mind. He is like a brick wall, one she can't break or see through.Soon, the van came to a brupt stop, and everyone alighted. Elora gasped at the building before her; it was like nothing of the building was made of bricks and clay; everything was of aluminum." Wow, hailing to constructors," she uttered, staring at the building,
Elora moaned in her sleep and stirred to the other side which she regretted immediately as the ray of light shone into her eyes. She groaned and quickly tossed back.With her eyes closed but her consciousness awake, she let her body feel the softness of the queen-sized bed, enjoying the coziness. Everything feels normal, the scent lingering in the air, and the atmosphere around her feels like nothing tragic ever happened in her life, and it makes her wish everything that has happened so far were just a nightmare. But even if they happened to just be a nightmare, the way her hatred boils for Jordan in her heart, she doesn't think she'd ever love him again. And her mother. She would still be alive, and she wouldn't have a stained memory of her family anymore.The thought made her pleased facial expression turned sour and with her heart aching so much, she slowly pulled herself up from the bed. She sat up looking around." It's not a nightmare," she mumbled and an exhale escaped from he
The bride’s dressing room was a paradox of beauty and menace. Soft golden light spilled from a crystal chandelier above, casting warm halos onto the walls painted in a muted cream tone. Ornate mirrors stood before the bride and her makeup artist. A bouquet of white roses sat in a porcelain vase, their delicate fragrance nearly masking the faint metallic tang of anxiety that hung in the air. Yet, despite the serene charm of the room, a chilling tension undercut its elegance. The bride's eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the room with a clinical detachment, her crimson-painted lips curving into a smile too perfect, too controlled with the room echoing her energy. Every gesture of hers was memorized, calm, and unnervingly charged, as if it, too, was complicit in whatever thoughts she concealed beneath her flawless exterior. This was no nervous bride preparing for her big day—this was a woman donning her armor, readying herself for something far darker than vows. Elora smiled, her to...
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