Ace POV:I frowned, the crease on my forehead deepening as I observed her behavior. Something is definitely wrong."What's wrong, Mini?" I asked, my tone soft but insistent. I shifted closer, hoping to catch her eye and reassure her with my presence"Nothing," She shook her head almost imperceptibly, her gaze still fixed on the pages of her notebook. "Really, I don't think so," I reiterated gently, my voice laced with worry."Just t-tired," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. But her words didn't convince me. There was something more, something she wasn't saying.Later, when I returned home, Hudson's said she hadn't emerged from her room since she had returned from college. As I entered our bedroom, I found her curled up on the bed, her back turned towards me, her hair cascading over her face like a veil. It was a stark contrast to her usual vibrant self.Weird. Very weird.Releasing a sigh, I entered the bathroom to freshen up.After spending some time under the comfo
Ace POV:"Come on, bambi," I murmured, my voice a tender whisper as I nestled into the warmth of her neck.In response, she emitted a soft groan, her arms enveloping me tighter, as if afraid to let go."You said nobody's hurting you in college, so what's wrong, my love?" I inquired, my fingertips tracing gentle patterns on her bare thighs."I... I just want to be with you," she confessed softly.My gaze softened as I looked into her eyes.We were dressed, and ready to leave for our respective places. BUT... My Mini had other plans today.It was already 7:30 and we were still in our room.After breakfast, I told her to get our things from the room. But, boy I was wrong.She didn't come back when I checked up on her and found...There she lay, sprawled across the bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought and faraway dreams.And now, here we were, tangled together amidst rumpled sheets and tousled hair. Dammit.Shifting my position, I settled atop her, one leg nestled between h
Iris POV:Sighing deeply, I found it impossible to focus on anything the teacher was saying. My mind was consumed by thoughts of the previous night.I hadn't seen Ace since he stormed out of the house, leaving me with a sense of unease that lingered like a shadow.When I told Hudson about Ace's departure, he offered reassurances that he would return soon.But Ace's demeanor seemed oddly tense. Had I said something to upset him?I was jolted from my reverie by a sharp pinch on my forearm, causing me to yelp in surprise."Iris!" the teacher's voice boomed, drawing the attention of the entire class.I shot up from my seat, my heart pounding in my chest.Freak! I am dead."Where is your attention?" the teacher barked, her frustration evident in her tone.With my head hung low, I murmured an apology, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle over me like a heavy cloak."Sit," she commanded, her anger palpable.Defeated, I sank into my chair, unable to shake the feeling of embarrassment as
Iris POV:"Please, Susan," I pleaded, wrapping my arms around hers and squeezing tightly.She sighed, but her gaze remained fixed on the tablet screen, her attention seemingly absorbed by whatever was displayed there.I found myself in Hudson's house, having been dropped off by one of the guards. Everyone was present in the hall except for Liam and Alex."Iris, it's not our place to tell it, ask Ace," Aiden said with a sigh, his expression troubled."You will be late for college," Hudson reminded me, checking his watch.I left the empty house at 6 in the morning, but Ace was nowhere to be found."What is he hiding? Why did he behave so differently?" I demanded, my gaze shifting accusingly between the others in the room."Iris, it's better if you don't know it because if you did, then you can't have a reason to love him, only fear him more," Susan said, her tone devoid of emotion."But you all stick with him," I argued, feeling frustrated and confused."Because we are raised in famili
Ace POV:I groaned in annoyance and rolled over, opening my eyes to find myself greeted by the sight of a blank wall. It stared back at me lifelessly as I lay in a frigid room, the cold seeping into my bones.Alone in that moment, memories from the last night started to flood back into my mind."Ace!" her voice pierced through the silence, bringing with it a sense of bliss that stirred me from my slumber.I sat up with only a blanket covering my naked glory.There she was, sitting on the floor amidst a scattering of neatly folded clothes and carefully organized necessities packed inside a suitcase.She stood up gracefully, her hands moving to cup her cheeks as she awaited my response."How do I look?" she asked, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nervousness and hope.I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, taking in the sight of her with a fond smile playing on my lips.I looked like a shit and here this girl looked like a goddess. My sweet Mini.She was wearing a full-sleeved black shirt tu
Iris POV:UUUUUGHHH!I groaned as I sat up, my muscles protesting as I stretched.My body felt like it had been through a war; sleep seemed like a distant dream.My surroundings blurred into focus, and a wave of confusion washed over me.OH... FREAK! Where in the hell am I?My naked body was wrapped in a soft fur blanket, adding to my bewilderment.OHKK... where am I? And where's Ace?It's okay, it's okay Iris. Don't panic, don't.Taking in my surroundings, I realized I was in some sort of hut. Dreamcatchers adorned the ceiling, casting eerie shadows, while a collection of creepy dolls rested on the ground nearby.CREAK.The bed creaked beneath me as I rose, the sound grating against my nerves as I clutched the blanket around myself."Βασίλισσα" a voice called out, making me jump.I turned to see an old lady standing in the doorway, bowing deeply."Hello," I greeted, returning the gesture awkwardly.She widened her eyes and bowed to me, vigorously."Where am I?" I asked, my voice ting
Iris POV:Open. People here are so open and kind.As I stood at the edge of the waterfall, I couldn't help but notice that all the women's around me were completely unclothed.Unlike them, I stood out with my attire, the drawstrings of my petticoat securely fastened around my upper chest."Iris, come inside," Penelope beckoned from the water, her own naked form unbothered by the openness.I hesitated, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension."Umm... Penelope, do I have to be naked too?" I inquired, glancing around at the other women in the water."Come on, don't be afraid. Not a single man will peek or come here," she assured me, her tone reassuringly candid.With a deep breath, I loosened the strings of my petticoat and carefully set it aside on the ground, away from the water.Stepping into the lukewarm water as it enveloped my body up to my neck.I glanced around, making sure no one was watching. Nope, every woman here seemed perfectly at ease, completely naked."Βασίλισσα," s
This is a mature chapter. Contains Blood, the S word, and mature things.All people and situations in this story are fiction.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Ace POV:"Βασιλιάς (King)," Ares handed me the lifeless rabbit, his expression serious.I took the rabbit and wrapped it with the other animals we had caught—a mixture of fish and deer—before throwing them over my shoulder.I felt a surge of happiness wash over me. Happy that she willingly wanted to be mine, happy that she only desires to be mine."Ares," I uttered, breathing heavily as we rested in the middle of the forest, preparing for tonight's feast.It was just Ares, myself, and three other men on this hunting, and now we were all seated on a large stone, catching our breath."Έχετε κάνει ποτέ σεξ με παρθένα πριν (Have you ever had sex with a virgin before)?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.I fucked many girls but not a virgin, because virginity is not something that can be undone." Όχι, βασιλιά. (No, king)
Ace POV:The air was crackling.Not just with tension—no, something more visceral. The scent of blood clung to the walls, thick and metallic, mixing with the sharp tang of gunpowder and the distant stench of rusted metal. It soaked into the concrete, into the very marrow of the room.I wiped my bloodied hand against my handkerchief, watching as crimson spread across the pristine white fabric. Red on white. Death on purity.I barely felt the sting in my knuckles. The pain was irrelevant. Fleeting. Around me, the weapon shipment area buzzed with nervous movement—men scrambling like rats to correct a mistake. A simple, yet unforgivable mistake.Internal incompetence.A woman had messed up the logistics. Sent an entire shipment to the wrong buyer.Not just a misstep.A disaster.I exhaled slowly through my nose, feeling the irritation simmer beneath my skin, restrained, measured. My fingers twitched at my side, a fleeting impulse. A temptation. But I had already handled the situati
Iris POV:He squatted down in front of me, tilting his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips. It wasn’t an arrogant smile, nor was it pitying.My chest tightened as I struggled to decipher what I saw in his gaze: nostalgia, amusement, concern… a quiet understanding that I both longed for and feared.His hand moved with familiarity, yet with a caution that hadn’t been there before.The back of his knuckles brushed against my cheek, slow and deliberate, like he was reacquainting himself with something fragile. A shiver ran down my spine at the contact—light as it was, it felt intrusive, peeling away the flimsy layers of composure I had managed to construct.“You’ve gotten more beautiful now,” he murmured, his voice a rich blend of admiration and something deeper— something I couldn't quite place.Heat surged through me, pooling in my cheeks, my skin prickling under his gaze. The air around us felt too heavy, too charged. My throat tightened, my body betraying me in ways I
Ace POV:A soft sigh left my lips as the squirrel closed its eyes and laid its tiny head on my palm. The warmth of its body was oddly comforting, its delicate breaths tickling my skin. So small. So trusting.Animals are far better than humans. Less complicated and easy to please.I leaned back in the rocking chair, the old wood creaking softly beneath my weight. The air was crisp tonight, carrying a distant melody from inside the mansion— some soft piano tune drifting through the air. The kind of sound that belongs in a dream, too delicate for reality.A small breeze stirred through the garden, sweeping my hair forward. A few strands fell in front of my closed eyes.My hair has grown a lot now.Long enough that I could use Iris’ scrunchies.I smirked at the ridiculous thought. Aiden had mentioned that girls liked when their boyfriends used their scrunchies, that it was "cute" or some shit.Boyfriend.The word sat strangely in my mind. Like a foreign language. Something that wasn’t
Iris POV:“Who are they?” I whispered to Liam as my eyes flickered toward the older couples across the room.“They’re Aiden and Susan’s parents,” Liam murmured back, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a long swig.I could feel their silent judgment pressing down on Ares, even from this distance.“Do they hate Ares?” I asked.Liam nodded once, a sharp and certain motion.“Do they hate everyone who belongs to that—” I started to whisper, but before I could finish, Liam’s grip on my forearm tightened. Just enough to shut me up.I swallowed, taking the hint. Ares sat beside Liam, rigid as ever. His sharp gaze was fixed on something in the distance, though I doubted he was actually looking at anything. His hands rested on his thighs, tense, unmoving. Every muscle in his body seemed to be coiled tight, like he was forcing himself to remain still despite the sheer disdain radiating from the people across the room.“Ares, why don’t you go down and enjoy yourself instead of sitting h
Author POV:A pair of drowsy hazel bedroom eyes flickered open, glancing lazily at the clock on the wall. The hands read 7:39 in the evening. The distant sound of running water echoed softly in the background, blending seamlessly with the quiet ambiance of the room. The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the space.Ace let out a deep, rumbling growl of annoyance as Snacks snuggled deeper into his dark locks. The tiny creature had been toying with his ears, collarbone, neck, and even his pendant for the better part of an hour. Somehow, Snacks had wormed his way into a comfortable position on Ace’s broad shoulder, entirely at ease.Ace had come home early today, prompted by Iris' relentless nagging. Though he hadn’t bought the gift she suggested, she had taken it upon herself to prepare whiskey-infused truffles and artisan brownies. Which made him scowl, like a disgruntled 8 year old toddler, but deep down, Iris knew Ace h
Iris POV:To All the Gods in Heaven (and maybe my very exhausted guardian angel),Hi. It’s me. Again.So, um… about last night. Yeah, that night. I know you saw it. You’re gods. You see everything. And for that, I’m very, very sorry.You see, I was just minding my own business (kind of), being a totally respectable, innocent human, and then— BOOM— Ace happened. Like, really happened. And, um, I think I broke several unspoken commandments? I mean, I didn’t exactly look them up beforehand, but I know there’s gotta be one against making sounds that loud or behaving that… desperately.In my defense, though— you’re gods! You made us humans this way! So maybe you should’ve seen this coming when you gave me emotions, tingles, and a very dangerously good-looking man who knows exactly how to ruin a girl’s ability to behave well. Just sayin’.To summarize my sins:The noises— Loud. Embarrassingly loud. I may have reached “unholy choir” levels.The positions— Um… we discovered I had grown a
*MATURE* Without another thought, I slid down from the counter, the movement quick and precise, my eyes never leaving hers. She took a step back, startled by the sudden intensity in my movements.“I have to cook,” she stammered, her wide eyes locking with mine. She could see it— darkness, lust, raw and unfiltered, burning in my gaze. She knew exactly what she had done to me, temptation and hunger, a need so deep it felt like it might consume me.“Oh~ you should have thought about that before you started that little show of yours,” I growled, my voice thick with desire as I advanced on her, my steps quick and purposeful.She tried to run away, but there was nowhere to go. In a matter of seconds, her back hit the counter, and she stumbled slightly, regaining her balance by gripping the counter’s edge. Before she could react further, I was there, looming over her, trapping her between the solid counter and my body, so close that our chests brushed together with every breath. I lea
Ace POV:Even with the tension building in the room, my focus stayed on the phone in my hand.The screen lit up, displaying the contact details of the one person who made me rethink everything.Iris. Her name seemed to burn into my mind.For the past half hour, my finger hovered over the dial button, hesitating, refusing to move forward.Yesterday morning, I'd been a fucking dick to her.The way I treated her, the words I spat out—they still gnawed at me, but nothing haunted me more than the look in her eyes. The hurt. The disbelief.She'd always been the one person I never lashed out at, the one I protected from the ugliness of my world.And in one moment of misplaced anger at Agostino, I'd turned that ugliness on her.She had always looked at me like I was more than the monster everyone else saw.I hated how her pain lingered in the back of my mind.I deserved it, every bit of it, but now... I was afraid to call her.What if she taunted me?What if she threw those same words back in
Ace POV:"I mean, really?" I muttered, driving the knife into the table with a heavy thud, the sound echoing through the dimly lit basement.My chest heaved as I caught my breath, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away.The man lying on the floor, once so full of defiance, now barely had the strength to whimper."That eyepop literally looked me in the eyes and then turned around, snuggled into her cheeks like it was nothing!" I exclaimed, the disbelief in my voice masking the seething anger that still simmered beneath the surface.I turned to the lifeless form on the floor, eyes narrowing in frustration.His screams had subsided into faint, muffled groans, his life slipping away with every shallow breath."Shh... Can you like keep your fucking voice down? I'm talking," I snapped, as if he could still hear or care.His head lolled to the side, the last traces of life fading from his bloodshot eyes."Snacks knows he makes me jealous," I muttered to myself, pacing back and forth as I recounte