LUCIEN'S POVIgnoring Emma was the most stupid decision that I had made in my entire life, I had to ensure that I was out of here before she could suspect anything.And I knew nothing could ever get past Emma.She was too smart for her own good, I had woken up earlier than her this morning, made breakfast quietly so I wouldn’t have to hold a conversation with her if she woke up.If I needed to avoid her, I had to be out of here, so I had taken my time to know all the nooks and cranny of pine field. I even saw the antique shop where Emma got the Inkwell, the shopkeeper engrossed in whatever it was he was doing. I wasn’t exactly surprised when I got home, and Emma had tried engaging me in small talks, conversation that I didn’t want to be in, so I had given her one excuse of going to take a shower, shower that ended up taking hours to finish.Honestly trying to avoid Emma, the clothes she had on was messing with my head, turning me into a complete recluse, and she didn’t even notice
LUCIEN’S POV It took a while before she responded to my kisses, and when she did.It was blissful, I nibbled, sucked, and teased her bottom lip which elicited a soft moan from her. Her soft moan turning me on.The kiss went from slow and steady to needy, and a little bit aggressive, my hand found the curves at her back, groping softly, and her hand running through the roots of my hair.This action seemed to stir the wolf in me, begging to be let out more than ever, I was having a hard time keeping it under a leash.I didn’t want to hurt her like this, and for a moment, I wished I was human. Wished that I could give her my all without afraid of a beast letting loose.Sensing my urge to pull back off she pulled me back in, one of her legs wrapping around my waist, as I teased her with my already growing bulge.This seemed to be doing the trick as she became a quivering mess pleading with me in small breathes not to stop.Letting out a small growl, I started to feel the changes, my
EMMA’S POV Ever since that day that Lucien had hung out my dirty linen for me to see, used my heart to play a game of ping pong, I couldn’t stand the sight of him.I was repulsed staying in the same space next to him, he didn’t get to treat me like that, didn’t get to say a whole lot of mean things and expect me to still be cordial with him.I mean hello, you do not get to do that.So that is why I have been ignoring him ever since then, focused entirely on my book, that seemed to confuse me a whole lot, and that stinging pain, and metal colliding with fresh was more prominent after every word I wrote.I didn’t know how to explain it, I didn’t know who to ask.I mean I could easily ask Lucien but then my ego would not let me.Right now I was on my way to the antique shop, after impolitely declining Lucien’s offer to accompany me.I didn’t necessarily want to be drawn to his bad energy.Because that was what he was a ticking time bomb that was waiting patiently to detonate taking ev
“Leave me alone Josh!” I say in an alarmed tone as I'm pushed against the wall. My face contorts in pain as my elbows collide with the wall. “Shut the fuck up! We both know you want me, enough with all this sly acting.” Josh says with a sneer on his lips as he leans closer to me. The pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him is enough to make me puke if I wasn't already disgusted by him. Life in Willowbrook Town is slowly becoming unbearable for me. The people's cruel nature was slowly getting to me. Their wicked words and derogatory statements cut through the pieces of my fragile heart. What's worse is that, I'm in no way to be blamed for my predicament. I was abandoned by my parents and family just a few months after I was born. The townspeople gave me away to the orphanage where I was brought up. The townspeople got it into their heads that because I grew up without my family, I don't deserve any respect or love. Almost as if it was my fault that I was abandoned. It got bet
Thank you very much.” I say with a wide smile on my face as the shopkeeper packs up the inkwell. I've always been attracted to antiques — things dating as far back as my birth. There's just something so rich and beautiful about the history of these items that I can't help but take them for myself. All my novels are usually historical fiction. My characters' love for each other transcending through time. I step out of the antiques shop, and I can't help but wonder why I haven't taken note of this shop before. I'm not too shocked though, considering the fact that I rarely leave my house. I'm always holed up inside my house. I breathe easier when I get closer to my house and realize that Josh is no longer anywhere close by. I don't waste any more time outside though, for fear that an evil bigger than Josh will jump out of the shadows and attack me. I lock the door behind me, rushing towards my writing desk where I carefully place the inkwell on top. I stare at it for a few minutes,
The first thing I notice when I open my eyes are the bright lights, and the second thing I notice is the strange figure sitting on the chair beside my bed. “You are still here?!” I murmur in shock as I recognise the person sitting on the chair as Lucien Blackwell.“Where else would I be?” Lucien asks with a smirk on his lips, and if I didn't know better, I would say he's laughing at my predicament. “I don't know! Stuck in my imagination or something! How are you real?!” I ask in a frustrated and completely baffled tone as I stare at him the way one would stare at a lab rat. Lucien continues to watch me calmly as if he's already accepted this impossible reality. “The Inkwell.” He says simply, nodding to the object sitting on the desk, its surface gleaming in the light. I blink, still half-convinced that this is some bizarre dream. “The inkwell?” I echo, my voice wavering between disbelief and fear.Lucien nods again, his expression softening just a fraction. “Yes. The inkwell you f
As I open my eyes once more, a sense of déjà vu overwhelms me. I’ve been in this position before—the disorientation, the dim light filtering through the blinds, the lingering scent of something metallic in the air. But this time, it’s different. The force that led to my losing consciousness feels like a distant memory, and all I can focus on is the sharp, cold clarity that now grips my mind.“How are you feeling?” Lucien’s voice cuts through the haze, a steady anchor in the storm of my thoughts. His tone is calm, but there’s an undercurrent of tension that makes me uneasy.“I—I don’t know,” I stammer, my voice small, fragile. It’s the first time I’ve felt truly unsure of my well-being since this whole ordeal started.Lucien moves closer, his presence comforting in the way a storm is both terrifying and awe-inspiring. His hands rest on my shoulders, the warmth of his touch grounding me as he gently pulls me into a sitting position. He hands me a glass of water, poured from the pitcher
“What the hell is that?!” I ask in an alarmed tone as I take a shaky step backwards out of fear. Lucien doesn't respond as his eyes peruse the symbol on my door. His expression is unreadable as he crouches low, his fingers tracing the carvings on the door. The marks seem to come alive beneath his finger, as I'd they have a will of their own. My stomach churns with a mixture of fear and nausea, the awful scent from the expired paint growing stronger until I can practically taste it at the back of my throat. “What does it mean?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them. “There are tracking sigils.” Lucien responds in a clipped tone. “Ancient magic used to find objects of power. They've marked the inkwell and by extension, you.” “Who marked it?” I ask in a worried tone as my eyes flit back to the symbols on my door. “I have no idea. It could be the Obsidian Order, or it could be the inkwell creating a connection with you, I'm
EMMA’S POV Ever since that day that Lucien had hung out my dirty linen for me to see, used my heart to play a game of ping pong, I couldn’t stand the sight of him.I was repulsed staying in the same space next to him, he didn’t get to treat me like that, didn’t get to say a whole lot of mean things and expect me to still be cordial with him.I mean hello, you do not get to do that.So that is why I have been ignoring him ever since then, focused entirely on my book, that seemed to confuse me a whole lot, and that stinging pain, and metal colliding with fresh was more prominent after every word I wrote.I didn’t know how to explain it, I didn’t know who to ask.I mean I could easily ask Lucien but then my ego would not let me.Right now I was on my way to the antique shop, after impolitely declining Lucien’s offer to accompany me.I didn’t necessarily want to be drawn to his bad energy.Because that was what he was a ticking time bomb that was waiting patiently to detonate taking ev
LUCIEN’S POV It took a while before she responded to my kisses, and when she did.It was blissful, I nibbled, sucked, and teased her bottom lip which elicited a soft moan from her. Her soft moan turning me on.The kiss went from slow and steady to needy, and a little bit aggressive, my hand found the curves at her back, groping softly, and her hand running through the roots of my hair.This action seemed to stir the wolf in me, begging to be let out more than ever, I was having a hard time keeping it under a leash.I didn’t want to hurt her like this, and for a moment, I wished I was human. Wished that I could give her my all without afraid of a beast letting loose.Sensing my urge to pull back off she pulled me back in, one of her legs wrapping around my waist, as I teased her with my already growing bulge.This seemed to be doing the trick as she became a quivering mess pleading with me in small breathes not to stop.Letting out a small growl, I started to feel the changes, my
LUCIEN'S POVIgnoring Emma was the most stupid decision that I had made in my entire life, I had to ensure that I was out of here before she could suspect anything.And I knew nothing could ever get past Emma.She was too smart for her own good, I had woken up earlier than her this morning, made breakfast quietly so I wouldn’t have to hold a conversation with her if she woke up.If I needed to avoid her, I had to be out of here, so I had taken my time to know all the nooks and cranny of pine field. I even saw the antique shop where Emma got the Inkwell, the shopkeeper engrossed in whatever it was he was doing. I wasn’t exactly surprised when I got home, and Emma had tried engaging me in small talks, conversation that I didn’t want to be in, so I had given her one excuse of going to take a shower, shower that ended up taking hours to finish.Honestly trying to avoid Emma, the clothes she had on was messing with my head, turning me into a complete recluse, and she didn’t even notice
I didn’t know how it got from this to this over night. I mean we had cuddled over night. Spent the whole night trying to talk everything out.I mean we even cuddled, and now he would not even look at me. The moment I knew something was wrong was when I woke up to an empty bed. The sheets still smelling strongly of his scent.But there was no Lucien. And I didn’t know what to make of that. There had been lots of heightened emotions last night. Sexual tension enveloping us like a blanket, for a moment I had hoped the cuddles would have led to something else, I mean I would have been down for it.Down for anything as long as it was with Lucien Blacthorne.But that was not the issue here. The issue was Lucien had been ignoring me ever since this morning. Speaking of which, I didn’t even see him, I have looked for him everywhere. And I mean everywhere. I just couldn’t place it. It felt like he was close by, yet far What was worse was that I could feel him, sense him, and even smel
LUCIEN’S POVEver since this morning, Emma had been ignoring me although I deserved the cold shoulders, but it still hurt. I kept on stealing glances at her during our ride home this morning, but I couldn’t get a read of her emotions. She seemed closed off, and upset I just wanted her to smile at me again. I almost died of a heart attack when I finally heard her speak, but her words weren’t directed at me, But the driver.And I wished she would at least talk to me, I wanted her to hear me out so bad. Not even when I offered her my hand to take, her icy reply when I told her we had gotten home made me recoil.Uneasiness overtook me.I let her have her space after I asked her if she needed anything; she didn’t want me around her anyway, so I sat in the living room staring at her as she wrote, her face Devoid of any emotion. But I could tell she was at peace, at least before she wrote whatever made her heart rate rise a whole lot.She didn’t even speak to me on our way to the hos
EMMA’S POVThe ride home was filled with silence, except for the soft purring of the Ac that seemed to fuel my irritation. I was not in the right frame of mind to hold a decent conversation with Lucien.The ride home seemed to drag on, and I couldn’t help but curse my bad luck.His actions lately seemed to drive me over the edge, and his words hitting the appropriate places like a stray bullet.And it definitely seemed to hit its mark.I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I was his roommate, considering what we have been through together.I just didn’t get it. Get the fact that I was unlovable, and it broke me. It broke through my resolve, and there was nothing I could do about it. I definitely didn’t know what I did wrong or where everything went wrong.His indifference fuelling my irritation, I definitely didn’t want to be around him at this point, not until I would be able to exorcise myself of the feeling I had for him.I knew it would take a while before that co
Why would Lucian introduce me as a room mate. Was that what he actually saw me as? Just a room mate.I looked at him but I noticed he was avoiding my gaze. He did not want to look at me, either that or he did not have the guts to look at me after what he just said.“Ohh, just a room mate “The Emma next door said and I saw her smile, a sly smile.I kept quiet and drew my food closer and started eating. I was not in the mood to talk to any of them.“Pardon my presence at your table, I was just hoping to eat with Lucian. Are you okay with my presence here?”She was directing her question to me.Why was she asking me this. Was she not already on our table?I lifted my head and I made eye contact with her. I wanted to tell her that if she really wanted to eat with Lucian so bad why don’t the both of them just get a table else where and leave me alone. After Few seconds of not responding to her request I spoke.“You are already here are you not? Do you not think it would be rude to tell
Opening the door to our room and discovering Emma was already awake. The curtains were open, the bed was laid but she was not in the room I also did not hear water running from the bathroom so where could she be. I went to the kitchen but she was not there either. Where was she? Did she leave to find me?I stepped out of the kitchen and turned around just to find Emma in the room wearing the dress she wore yesterday. That means she has taken a shower. How long did I spend in Emma’s room?“Good morning”She greeted“Morning”I said“Take your bath, get dressed, so we can go eat. I am hungry”She did not even ask me where I had been.I just nooded and did as she said.We got to the diner after ten. It was full, fuller than last night. The look of the bar was different, the music genre too was different.“What are you having?”Emma asked.“I don’t know”I replied.“What of you, what are you getting?I asked her.“Custard, custard and toast “Ohhkay then, I would have the same”She look
She was making a great deal of noise and hermovements were causing a lot of discomfort. What was making her to scream even. I grabbed her hands that was around my neck and drew them apart before letting it go then she fell to the bed. I turned to face her and she got up from a lying position and was now knelling on the bed.“What is the problem, I do not know why you are yelling”“There”She said pointing her fingers in a direction. I turned to follow her direction. She seemed to be pointing at the bathroom door.“There is a rat, a really big rat. I saw it and I have been trying to get it out but it is not working. “A Rat?”I asked her despite hearing every thing she just said. So it was a rat that led to all these damages, messes, destruction and noise. I mean look at the room. She broke a lamp all because of a single rat“Yes. I am afraid of those things. They carry diseases.”She said curling up her toes in disgust.I sighed quietly for only me to hear. This was ridiculous. And