To be honest, I feel genuinely happy that she's realizing her feelings without any labeling yet...
My bottom lip wobbled pitifully, in an attempt to stave away the unshed tears brimming up in my eyes, but it was only a matter of time before it flooded out and came pouring down like a dam. And it did. Fat blobs of tears dropped down from my eyes onto my dress, before I could even process it. My vision turned blurry and my eyes felt hot and heavy. In a matter of minutes, I broke out into a loud and heart-wrenching sob.I thought back to each time I was with my mother and Dan, recalling the happy and content look on her face whenever she was around him. She seemed really in love with him, something that tugged at my heartstrings. How could I possibly ruin such a beautiful relationship as theirs? Dan is a nice guy. He does his best to take care of my mom and attend to her needs. He is also kindhearted and genuinely a great guy, from all the interactions I’ve had with him. He was the real deal. Someone who was perfect for my mother. Yet, fate decides to play cruel tricks on us and want
Our shoes stepped on the dry leaves of the forest floor, making a crunching sound at each movement we made. The sound of nocturnal creatures filled the air, covering the forest area that would have been silent otherwise. Being in this place gave me serious nostalgia and I couldn’t stop the small chuckle that left my lips at a recollection. How time flies, it seems.“What’s so funny?” Jared asked curiously, his mouth quirked up in a confused frown. A grin spread on my lips and another chuckle passed through me again. I related the moment to them and they all let out breathy laughs at the memory. It seemed like such a long time ago.“I remember Jason calling Jake a pussy eater,” I laughed at that. “Why did you even say such a thing?” I turned to Jason in amused askance. His smile soon morphed into a smirk and his eyes changed as well. It was dark, laden with lust and arousal. My eyes widened at the sight and I turned to the other two, realizing that their looks mirrored Jason’s. The a
“Jace!” I gasped, my mouth parting in pleasure at the feeling of his length rubbing against my tight walls. I threw my head back, the more he pushed into me. The fluttering feeling of bliss building up in my lower half was too much for me to bear.I gripped onto his forearms for dear life as he snapped his cock in me. I felt my breath get punched out of my lungs as he repeated these motions continuously, without stopping and adding a little more force in between his thrusts. I cried out, my back curving off the floor as he fucked me with no mercy, the noises that filled up the forest was lewd and carnal, adding to the sexual charge in the air. Moans tumbled out of my mouth seamlessly and I had to dig my nails into his back, scrambling for purchase, using him as an anchor, so I wouldn't get lost in my desire; the one threatening to eat me up alive. "Fuck," he groaned, snapping his hips against my skin, forcing his length to go even deeper inside of me, reaching parts of me, I didn't k
My mother poked her head inside my room, then the rest of her body followed. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her face looked tired and spent. I frowned at her appearance, but forgot about it when she flashed me a bright, genuine smile. I sent for somebody to call her over to my room earlier, to tell her goodbye, before I leave. It was only fair, especially after being claimed by the triplets a day prior to this meeting. The guilt was eating me up inside, yet I didn’t care too much about it. It was all confusing. At least, if I leave now, it would help to relieve the tension and guilt I was feeling. If I can’t be honest about something else, she at least deserves a goodbye from me.“Hello sweetie, I hope you rested up well,” my mother smiled, some little wrinkles spreading across her face. She was getting old now, but I didn’t miss how well she looked. She was really getting taken care of.“I’m alright, mum. I did rest up well, though I’m worried that you didn’t have enough,”
“Strike your foe with no mercy! Make sure that you finish the opponent in front of you, the moment you get an upper hand. I don’t want any pity or compassion here. I don’t give a fuck if they’re your comrades. Finish them off!” Damien screamed, over the loud grunts, sheathing and clanging noise of metal. The whole training ground was filled with blood, sweat, and guts that spewed out from the respective vampires, lying lifeless on the floor. Damien had been working hard of late, making sure to train his men, the best he could, and in the most brutal way possible. He gathered as many soldiers as willing and able vampires, invited them over to the training arena, and forced them to battle it all out, to the death. This was his way of winnowing out the chaff. His way of picking out the strongest men and discarding the weak ones. In this process, the number of troops would reduce as they continued fighting, leaving out the strong and resilient, before allowing them to train more and more
It was when I got back to my coven, that I realized that my expectations were a far cry from reality. Peering up at the creaky wooden ceiling, I laid down on my bed, letting the harsh actuality of life weigh down upon me. I had gotten to the coven a day before, full of hope and a spring in my step as I walked. But all those hopes were dashed when I realized that no one even spared me a glance, nor looked my way once, even though I stood out like a sore thumb in the coven. Not only that, they barely noticed my absence as I left, despite how small our coven was. I found it absurd, as it has been weeks, months even since I left, but no one thought to check up or observe that some people were missing out on their numbers. They were such selfish and pretentious pricks. Why did I think good of them in the first place? I knew something like this might have happened, yet I still wanted to give them the benefit of doubt. And what do I get? Ignorance. Pure and utter ignorance. Plus the cherry
I stared back into the otherworldly green eyes of the older woman, surprise filling my features. She was as equally surprised as I was, her eyebrows raising up a little. Irene, the leader of the coven. She hasn’t aged a day since the last time I saw her.Her pin straight black hair, her smooth, porcelain skin and her signature red lips…she looked really alluring. She was in her mid forties, yet she didn’t look like it at all. It was due to her power, she was so strong, and her powers caused her not to age as fast as humans and other witches. I wouldn’t be surprised if she, in her fifties, would look like someone in her twenties. That was just the tip of the iceberg of her abilities as a witch and also as a coven leader. I was practically feeling the energy within her, course through me, as if in sync with mine.“Cassandra,” her raspy voice filled my ears. “It’s nice to see you again,” she said, though I could still hear the curiosity in her voice and the questions running through her
“Um…Ameris, I think?” Irene affirmed and a jolt of excitement bolted through me at it.I already knew it was Ameris she was talking about, but to really verify, for me to know that it was true, I had to ask. And that it was, I needed her to tell me what she knows. “Please tell me all you know about her. I’m really curious about the Red String of Fate. Once I picked it up, I was so intrigued by it, and I found it hard to drop the book down,” I lied through my teeth, hoping she would go along with my bullshit. There was no way in hell that I would tell her about Ameris being connected with me somehow.Thankfully, she didn’t catch on to my lie, and rather, she smiled quite smugly, probably thinking I was seeking her wisdom and knowledge, which I wasn’t— at least, not in the sense that she was thinking.“Well, I know that Ameris claimed that she was mated to a Lycan, kind of preposterous, I know,” Irene rolled her eyes pretentiously and I fought the urge to bite back at her. If only she