DAMON I stood with my hands on my waist, watching as some other players were either chatting or laughing with one another. I searched amongst them for a particular person who I came here with. Rally. Thinking about him made the sides of my mouth stretch into a deep smile. It had been a long time since I had some quality time with him and after failing to show up for football rehearsal, Rally had been annoyed with me but when I told him everything that happened that day, he had thrown his annoyance through the window and hugged the hell out of me. And I eventually made it up to him. I had to attend our rehearsals later and luckily, we both got selected by our team coach to represent our country. Although at first I had been adamant about leaving Precious, she reminded me that she still had a father and my brothers who would always look after her. But still, I had wanted to be with her at every stage in her pregnancy. The thought of my daughter warmed my heart and I felt overwhel
DAMON As we entered the field, I was ready and greatly filled with energy. I don't know if it's as a result of my last minute conversation with Precious or not but I'm not surprised if it's the latter. "Remember you can do this both of you." My coach, Rolex Wonnel shouted with two thumbs up at us. He was full of smiles as he continued to give us encouragement. I had already become tired of hearing his words. He had constantly been telling us this but what happens if we eventually don't win the trophy? What happens then? "Remember that the trophy is ours to win so grab it." He continued, as though he read through my thoughts. I gave him a nod and watched as Rally conversed with him, as he beamed from ear to ear. That has always been his nature, always trying to please others at the expense of his discomfort. I know this because he complained while we were still back home about how Rolex's constant encouragement was beginning to wear off on him. But he had to play the good boy no
DAMON "What about your brothers, do they know you won?" I shook my head at her question. "But I bet they know." I then brought my phone closest to Rally's side so that she could see him. "Meet Rally my teammate. He's been troubling me since we came here." I laughed. Rally glared at me playfully, before waving at her. "Hi, Precious. I have heard so much about you from your cold demon mate." He chuckled, glancing at me and sticking his tongue out before facing my phone. Precious laughed and I could see tiny tears leaving from the sides of her eyes. Tears always fall from her eyes when she's having a good moment and I hate that she wasn't crying because of me. "He's your pal and he's innocent unlike you think." My wolf whispered in my head, and I realized that I had it the worst. Even my own wolf isn't in support of me. That means that he doesn't think that Rally is a threat, which I know is the truth too. "Cold Demon?" Precious broke into another fist of laughter, her head thro
PRECIOUS The weeks flew by faster than I thought it would. Today was finally the day and I was beginning to get the hangover from all the work I had been doing for a long time. In as much as I thought that my body would adjust to the stress, it had not and now I was feeling pains at my back and on my neck. The pack's doctor had been called to check up on me, after I was banned from healing myself with my rod which I had barely used for a long time now, and he decided that laying in bed was best for me. But between him and I, I knew what was best for me. I couldn't just lay there doing nothing except to eat, sleep and most times gossip with Ruby. No matter how many times I had tried laying my points down, Nate had been adamant about everything. According to him my health and that our baby is paramount so I was forced to lay on the bed. That was why I was finally happy that today is right here before us. I couldn't finally get to walk around the house and entertain visitors who a
PRECIOUS "Excuse me please," I muttered to Damon, not waiting for his response before sauntering in Duke's direction. He had a glass of wine in his hands and from the way he held it, I knew that the poor glass didn't stand the chance of surviving it. But suddenly a thought came to mind and the memory of him with Ruby flashed through and for a fleeting second moment, I thought about how well it served him but it quickly vanished when I remembered that he could never do anything behind my back or to hurt me for that matter. Duke's eyes shot up when he saw me walking towards him and I thought I saw his tension loosen a little and a fake smile appeared on his face before it vanished like it was never there. I maintained our gaze with him and as I was finally standing in front of him, I looked down at the poor glass and gently took it away from him. "Leave it," He tried taking it back, but being stubborn, I didn't let him. "Why should I? The poor glass did nothing." I whispered,
PRECIOUS I immediately withdrew from Ruby and feigned to be angry at Duke when suddenly the door was pushed open and several men without shirts walked in. Everyone suddenly became quiet as we stared at the men who barged into our home as though it belonged to them. They all looked like they couldn't wait to destroy us all and I shuddered as an uneasy feeling settled at the pit of my tummy. No one said a word as we all sat as if in a trance before one of the men cocked their gun and began to shoot at the roof, leaving a hole in its wake. A loud piercing scream erupted from my mouth as I watched with fearful eyes as another man pointed a gun at one of the maids. I saw people getting up and I felt a hand grab my waist, dragging me towards his chest. My breathing became hitched as fear clutched my heart. My legs suddenly became wobbly and I had the feeling that I was going to faint anytime soon. “Take her away from here Richmond and make sure to stay with her,” I heard someone
AUTHOR'S POINT OF VIEW Immediately Richmond left Precious in Nate's room, he ran down stairs, taking the stairs two at a time until he finally was in the sitting room. The scene before him made him gasp and stare with fearful eyes at the mess that was made on the ground. Their maids and some of their guards were lying dead on the floor and guilt washed over them thinking about the children that would be missing their families, children who were left at home to wait for when their parents would return home to them. Richmond saw Ruby fighting the men and he went to assist her when he saw someone try to hit her from behind. Raising his leg up, Richmond kicked the man's hand away, and he fell down on the ground. He turned slightly around, checking to see if anyone was behind him but there was not, and faced Ruby and the man she was fighting with. “I hope Precious is safe?“ Ruby asked with concern in her tone. She didn't take her eyes off the man as she continued kicking and avoi
PRECIOUS I was still reminiscing in my moments with my unborn pub when I heard muffled cries of a woman. The voice sounded familiar and it seemed like she was with someone. I got up from the bed and I found my legs taking me to where the door was. As I walked closer to the door, my heart pounded wildly in my chest, not knowing what could be wrong with her. Then I heard it. “Please don't kill me, I promise to give you whatever you want.“ That was godmother Ruth's voice. What was she doing here? I thought she was supposed to be down stairs with the rest or be hiding somewhere for her safety? “Sharrap woman! Do we look like we are starving or are short of money?“ Someone said harshly, and I moved backwards in fear as possible thoughts of the danger that godmother could be in right now crossed my thoughts and at that, fear washed over me, causing me to shudder as though I was under a hundred degrees air conditioner. “Let me go and help her. She's in trouble and will need my help.“
"Spill," he said, sitting up on the ground as he tried to regain his strength by filling up oxygen into his already depleted body."You will promise to return every penny you and your family owe Beatrice."Lionel stared at him in a flabbergasted manner for a while. He would never have thought that he would ask him something like this. He knew refusing was going to cost him a lot, and he was no fool to bet properties to that of his sister's life or probably his too.But there’s no way he was going to fulfill that part of his promise. Even Francis was aware of this fact as well, which was why he had a backup plan."Deal," he said, getting up from the ground and extending a hand for a handshake. But Francis looked at it as though it was infected by leprosy.Biting back his words, Lionel lowered his hand to his side."Take me to where you hid my girl." Lionel heard the possessiveness in his tone and he couldn't help but wonder what sort of relationship he had with his stepsister. The thou
Lionel's body stiffened at the coldness in the voice of the stranger with his sister's phone. His hold on the phone suddenly became strong, as though he was going to smash it into little chalk flakes.He swore under his breath to deal with whoever was toying with his family. That person was causing his mom and sister to be afraid of him, and he did not like that. He was the son of a very prominent man, and he wouldn't let someone bully him just like that."Where do I find you?" He grounded out the words in anger. Anger consumed him, but he knew he needed to stay calm if he wanted to see his precious little sister again.Francis, on the other side, chuckled slightly but remained quiet for a moment. He was considering playing a little game with the family, but at the same time, he was weighing whether or not they were worth his time.He had wasted his precious little time trying to save the princess in distress, but he had not found her yet."You are wasting my time!" Lionel fired angri
Francis dragged the unconscious body of Violet out of his room and led her towards his car. He unlocked his car and laid her on the back seat before cleaning his bloodied hands on the space on her dress that was without blood.He sat behind the wheel before driving towards her residence.Flashback,After her blunt refusal to tell him where she kept Beatrice, he sliced the knife on her neck, and her blood spilled out of her, staining both herself and him before dripping on the floor.A loud yelp left her mouth when the pain shot through her spine. Her eyes trained on the floor, they widened in disbelief as she stared at her own blood flowing into a puddle on the floor.She raised her elbow and hit him, and the knife in his hand fell down, but he didn't let her take it as his hold on her body tightened. Francis pushed a finger into the hole he created on her body, and she cried out in pain.Using his left hand, he grabbed her two hands and wrung them together as his teeth clanged togeth
Silent but hot tears flowed down her face as the echo resounded in her ears. She was not ready to meet her mother any time soon, and she couldn't think of ways to get out of the dungeon she was in.Her head started hurting, and she knew it was due to the numerous times she had hit her head on the floor. Placing her hands on her head, Beatrice massaged it.There was no hope left in her. The only hope she had was taken away from her when the message she sent to Mr. Francis was deleted.Tears of sorrow poured down her face continuously, her heartbeat increasing by the minute, fear clutching her heart, and her mind flying in so many places."What do I do now? How do I get out of here?" she asked no one in particular. The only thing that met her was silence and the eeriness she felt in the godforsaken place.No one had come to see her since she was left here. She had planned on begging them again when they came to check on her, and it's been hours already since she heard that sound.The on
“Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?” she said through gritted teeth, her tone cold, which made her appear dangerous for her age. Francis tipped his head backward, his eyes appraising her from head to toe. He found her demeanor amusing, and a chuckle escaped his mouth. His continued silence in response to her questions infuriated her, and she clenched her fists as her chest heaved up and down. “Why are you laughing? Do I look funny to you?” Violet snapped. She walked up to him, standing just a few feet away, her eyes boring into his, and she stomped her foot impatiently. “I demand answers!” Francis's chuckle intensified. “You really are a funny, dumb girl. I can see that.” His expression changed abruptly from a smile to a hardened glare, his jaw grinding. He reached out and grabbed her by the hair, causing her face to contort in pain, a hurt whimper escaping her lips. Violet winced as he continued to yank her hair as if pulling out a weed from the soil. “What the
It was then that she heard hushed voices that she instantly recognized as belonging to her stepmother and two sisters. Sweat poured down her body, sticking her to the light material she was wearing when something caught her ears. “So you are saying that you killed that witch mom?” A hushed, happy voice of a girl rang out, and Beatrice, who recognized it as Chloe's, shuddered again. Her heart was beating wildly, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming, thereby alerting them that someone was around. Tears poured out of her eyes, but she blinked them away and walked closer to the door, her body shaking uncontrollably. Beatrice took out her mobile phone from her bag, immediately put it on record, and held it closer to the door. “Yes, I killed the bitch, and I'm happy that I took the initiative to do that,” Beatrice's stepmother said in a proud tone, making Beatrice feel like slapping her from where she stood. “I would have loved it more if you had killed
Beatrice parked her car in front of the mansion she had always seen as a home before her stepmother and her three children changed things for her. She took a deep breath and moved a finger to her forehead before massaging it with a frown on her face. This was the first time she was returning home after being kicked out, and it was all due to Duke, the guy she met some time ago at the Wild Night club when she had gone there to distract herself from her problems, and she was glad she did. Taking her cellphone out of the miniature bag she carried, she dialed the number of the man who was helping her regain her parents' properties. "Good morning, sir. I'm at the residence right now. I just wanted to let you know I will be inside the building in a few minutes." Her voice sounded crisp, yet she tried hard to collect herself. "Alright, but please record every conversation for me. It will be required in court," Mr. Francis, the man Duke introduced to her to help her get back all her rights
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PRECIOUS Duke covered my eyes with his hands, gently leading me to god knows where. Inhaling and exhaling divine air, I swallowed back my question, which I had asked for the hundredth times already. He was hell bent on not telling me or giving me as much of a hint of where he was taking me to. I could hear Richmond's chuckles behind us, but I said nothing and let Duke take me where he wanted. After all, I trusted him well enough to know this wasn't a small surprise. “Be careful of my old feet, honey.” I whispered, pulling my lower lip in between my mouth. “Not too old for my hands not to be able to massage them, prishy baby.” A tint of color made its way to my face, and I thanked the goddess that they were behind me, or else I would be teased until tomorrow. I still don't understand how I can still blush around them. It's been fifteen years already, yet I have not outgrown this attraction between us. Sparks still fly whenever we touch, and not a day passes without me thanking t