LUCIEN’S POVEver since the incident with Mrs Clara, there has been a dark cloud hovering above us, with Emma wallowing inside guilt.What_ifs swirling through every statement she made regarding Mrs Clara.No matter how hard I had explained to her that the deed has been done, Emma didn’t want to hear of it.Which is why every morning Emma made it her duty to prune the little garden in front of her house, as well as taking freshly baked croissant, and freshly squeezed orange juice To Mrs Clara.And that drew me nearly to the edge every single time because she forced me to accompany her every single time she wanted to run these little errands.That was why by 4 am this morning, Emma had roughly woken me up from bed, saying that she needed to try a new recipe and how she felt like Mrs Clara was bored of all the dry croissants she was shoving down her throat. So we had spent hours in the kitchen cooking varieties of goods that she felt would awaken Mrs Clara’s taste buds.Bile rises in
“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
I could see the silhouette of Lucien on the chair in my room. He was convinced my life was in danger, I was too. Earlier, after the strange sounds I heard on my front door he had refused to leave my side. He said they were watching, watching me, watching us.The thought of being watched sent unpleasant chills down my back, it made me feel anxious. I pulled the duvet above my shoulder to cover my face, like that was going to block their gaze from me but it wasn’t me they were after, they were after the ink well.If it was the ink well they were after and not me I had suggested to Lucien that I should just let them have it but he did not agree to my idea. He said something so powerful should not be left in the hands of evil, he had already told me what they intended to do with it. I couldn’t let that happen but I was too scared, how could I possibly fight against them.How did I get myself entangled in such a mess. Why did I go into the strange looking shop, why did I buy the
Lucian stretched his arm across the table to grab the mug , I watched his muscles flex. His arms looked so strong, I couldn’t help but wonder how strong his grasp would be around me. Curses Emma, where did your principles go? I forced myself to focus on break fast. I grabbed my mug and took a sip of the coffee“I don’t drink coffee” Lucian said with a blink face.“What, what do you want then?” I asked annoyed.“Tea” he said leaning into the chair making it to stand on only two legs.I don’t know why I didn’t refuse making him tea, I grabbed the cup of steaming hot tea and walked to the table. I placed it gently on the table to prevent it from spilling over, I then reached out for the mug, it was empty, why was it empty?“Where, where is the coffee?” I asked confused “why is the mug empty?”“I drank it” he answered shrugging his shoulder while chewing his toast.“I thought you don’t drink coffee “ I was already getting irritated.“Well while you were in the kitchen I changed my mind”
LUCIEN’S POVEver since the incident with Mrs Clara, there has been a dark cloud hovering above us, with Emma wallowing inside guilt.What_ifs swirling through every statement she made regarding Mrs Clara.No matter how hard I had explained to her that the deed has been done, Emma didn’t want to hear of it.Which is why every morning Emma made it her duty to prune the little garden in front of her house, as well as taking freshly baked croissant, and freshly squeezed orange juice To Mrs Clara.And that drew me nearly to the edge every single time because she forced me to accompany her every single time she wanted to run these little errands.That was why by 4 am this morning, Emma had roughly woken me up from bed, saying that she needed to try a new recipe and how she felt like Mrs Clara was bored of all the dry croissants she was shoving down her throat. So we had spent hours in the kitchen cooking varieties of goods that she felt would awaken Mrs Clara’s taste buds.Bile rises in
EMMA’S POV I remember passing out on the chair, fatigue encasing my small body. I didn’t exactly know what I did that had me that worn out.It was well past evening I eventually woke up, with Lucien sprawled on the space next to me, his hand trapping me between him and the centre table. I just laid beside him, taking in all his facial features, he looked breath-taking with all his facial features relaxed. I traced my finger across his face slowly, trying to memorise the dips and every path of his face.The rise of chest bringing out different emotions in me, emotions that has me in a choke hold.“Take a picture Emma, they last longer” Curses! I hissed under my breath making me flush with embarrassment, the pink in my cheeks turning a deep shade of redHis laughter causing a small smile to form on my face.“I think we need to pay Mrs Clara a visit Lucien, it’s been ages Lucien “ I sighed, sucking air through my teeth, and I kind of felt bad .“It’s been what? Four days Emma: Luci
EMMA’S POV I couldn’t express how happy I have been since this morning, Lucien and I had already made out on the kitchen counter this morning, and it felt good every single time.I was happy with the way things were, I didn’t even have to think too hard. Whatever this thing was with Lucien, I was going to make sure I saw it till the end.“What are you thinking of Emma? Lucien asked, his breath fanning the crook of my neck.We were currently cuddling on the living room couch, watching a rerun of Harry Potter the pop corn lay half eaten on the centre table.Lucien seemed to be enjoying this movie, because he had been paying attention to the movie, his hands rubbing me In a soothing manner.“Nothing” I said trying to hide the blush that had started creeping up my cheeks. “Are you sure it is nothing Emma? Lucien asked sarcasm dripping through his voice “Ugh I hate you Lucien “ I said trying to hide my face with one of the throw pillows, Lucien laughter inciting me more, but in a go
BRIAN’S POV I was spent at this point, I had tried going to pay a little visit to the shopkeeper, but he had placed a damn curse that smacked me right off my feet anytime I came close to the door. The door handle zapping me senseless. So I had planted trails that would lead me to the inkwell itself, although I had no lead, and I needed to discuss it with Lilith, I needed her permission. I placed a call to Lilith, the line only beeping twice before she picked up, her voice ringing through the room“It is about damn time you called Brian” she yelled, my ear ringing loudly.“You know very well why I haven’t reached out to you Lilith, “ I said exhaustion rolling into my voice“Are you sure that is the only thing keeping you busy Brian? She asked candidly, there was a long pause after The question.Which caused her to cackle, her devilish laughter reverberating through the phone, and I hated the way she always made me feel small.“I thought as much Brian, so when you are done philand
LILITH'S POVI could not explain the anger that rolled off my body after I found out the inkwell had been sold, I had been in an offensive mood ever since Brian brought the news to me, a smirk evident on his face as if mocking me. If not that I needed him, I would have dealt with him, made him beg for his life till I decided on what to do with him.At least, that would put him in his rightful position, and he wouldn't dare mess with me, for I was Lilith, the holder of lives and the one who could rule over fickle-minded men to the right path; I was their only path to salvation.I had made necessary plans in place, the pines field being one of my priorities. I needed to visit the antique shopkeeper and needed him to tell me who or whom he sold the inkwell to.As it was, my patience was running thin; I needed that inkwell like yesterday. to finally get all that I had ever wanted.I wanted power in large doses, I wanted to rule the world.I yearned for the satisfaction of seeing my own r
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