LAURA“Laura Farris.”His voice sent chills down my spine like the voice of a ghost, making me shiver in bed, but then came his cold hands to my body.“Come to me, Laura, I’m back for you.”His cold hands touched my skin and I screamed so loud he vanished like a burst of an ice. He was a ghost, and the living has no business with ghosts.……………………………………“Ma’am?”I opened my eyes and saw Aden, standing next to me with his upper abdomen bare of clothes, waking me from my nightmare.I sat up and leaned on his warm chest.“Ricky.”I saw him in the dream looking frozen as though he came from the frost, yet he could move and speak, and he wanted me back to him.It seemed that the bastard is dead, and he wants me to come to the land of ghosts with him, but I screamed.Maybe Aden heard me scream, that could be why he rushed in to wake me and offer me his warmth.It was my first time having such nightmare.It was such a terrible feeling, but what exactly am I doing, hugging my gamma?I raised m
LAURAIt was the warmness of the sun’s light on my buttocks that woke me from my slumber.The windows were opened, and I was lying stack naked, the way Aden left me in bed last night, with my naked ass positioned to the window side.I sat up as quick as I can, hoping my precious ass had not been seen by any of the omegas passing by the windows of my chamber.I covered my body with my bedsheet, and spurned to the door.It was shut.Aden was careful enough to shut it before he left me weak and sleepy on the bed like a common slot whose pussy had been done some justice by a willing dick.My fingers touched my pink nipples, and I felt a sensation that made me desire a replay of last night’s show with Aden.Gosh!My silly nipples were still as sensitive as ever, wishing a lip would suckle at it and ease it of the pleasure that had been heaped on it at night at each hit of Aden’s thrust.I brushed them with my palm, and with the bedsheet wrapped around me, I made to the window and shot it a
LUCIO I had always known my way in and out of anywhere I desired in the pack, more especially the palace.No one knows me there, and no one can tell if a new face enters the palace unless the intruder dares his stars by going deeper than is necessary.I had agreed with Aden the other time that we would meet once a week to discuss our progress when I successfully planted him in the Luna’s chamber as my agent, for the sole purpose of using him against his mistress.I chose a seat in the palace canteen and waited patiently for him to show without waiting for me to send him text or call him on phone to do as we discussed.Clad in my usual gloomy attire, I am sure that only Aden could tell whom I am when he enters the canteen.The rest would see me as a regular old man who had come to ask for free food.I did not place an order, though I knew that food in the palace canteen is free for old people, supposedly like me.I didn’t come to benefit from a system that was put in place by an enemy
QWEN“What do you think about a fifteen minutes pasta and grilled steak?” My thin driver was busy with the driving as usual, while I was busy with the talking at the passenger’s seat where I had nestled behind him.“Yummy with a touch of broccoli.” He said with his hands busy with the steering wheel.The thing man has a knack for good food, but though I had always made sure he fed well, he had never wished to relinquish his thing body for something good.“Broccoli? Don’t make me throw up, you.” I said and snapped a finger to indicate disgust.Well, pasta with broccoli like he said wasn’t a disgusting combo, but trust me, I must confess that I’m not in good terms with such combo.“But I don’t mind taking it that way if you cook it that way, ma’am.”I saw his smile, it was a weak wry smile, more like a silly giggle from a malnourished high school kid.“Did you just said you don’t mind doing what?” I posed with a wink.He scuffed as though he was choked by a stuff in his thin throat.I
QWEN“Kiss?”I raised my eyebrows as my mind wandered in thoughts of when exactly I made such promise that I was not able to remember.We, most of my words to him were triggered by joy or lust for another man, but he seemed to have taken the promise to heart and was thus wishing I hurry up with the mission in the palace and return home to kiss him.Hmm!Maybe he is yet to understand how disgusting it would be for me to have him kiss my lips with his thin mouth.Damn! He is just crazy, and probably dreaming.I might have promised to kiss him, but that doesn’t mean I would definitely kiss him. I had been flattering for years, and I see nothing bad in flattering with him the way I do to others.I relaxed on my seat, ignoring the fact that we had reached our destination and what’s expected of me was alighting from the car and setting into the food store to pick the stuffs I need for a delicious pasta for the damn Luna.I thought of rebuking him with words, but I remembered how important t
QWEN “Hello, Cassey.”She was the first person I met after I was dropped in the palace by my thin driver, and seeing her meant nothing but a quick change of plan.I had initially planned to cook the pastas myself and invite the queen to the upper room, where the nobles dine, and have her feel the power of good meal, but seeing Cassey meant a collaboration.“Qwen.”Her smile seemed to be a feature stuck on her face, such that she could not keep it off her face even if she wanted to.I gave her the same kind of broad smile she offered, and came closer to her with the basket of foodstuffs.I had intentionally gone for a basket, rather than a paper of plastic back, because I wanted everyone around to see me, and know for sure that I intend to host the new wave of ex low lives who luckily got inducted among the nobles.“How are you, Cassey?” I wasn’t sure that was the right question to ask, but all I wanted was to spark up a conversation, and get her into the Indian pasta talk like my dr
QWEN“Here we go, Qwen.”Cassey, I guess was better in the kitchen than I ever was.Making pasta as though I was up with the game of satisfying the craving of my thin, abnormal driver was the wrong way of making pasta.She was innovative enough to make a combo that could be talked of when the dinner kicks off, while I assisted her with my proud ‘the kitchen is mine’ helping hands that she nearly rendered useless by doing nearly everything alone.She got stuffs that would make the pasta delicious enough to be tagged Indian, though we both know that not everything that is Asian is Indian, because Indians are quite unique from there Asian counterparts.She got periwinkles and some sea stuffs, and some weird vegies that were all cooked and placed in different plates, making us a pretty combo of meals in different plates, while the pasta was left white and unseasoned in a big bowl.“Maybe we should take shots of what we made.” I was rather too excited to have the first good thing I ever ma
QWENThe first guests for the night were Cassey and her man, Andy.They're with two bottles of Sula, and Indian wine brand.Maybe Andy made it two because both I and Cassey asked for a bottle of Indian wine, and he must have done that without telling her that I met him and I asked for one, maybe because he thought I don’t know Cassey was his woman.“Hey, Qwen.” The bloody chummy smiling daft thing wanted a hug, and I was choiceless. I had to grant her a warm hug, and even a peck, because it really mattered just tonight.“Cassey, you are here.”I took time to admire her dinner gown after the hug.Maybe she sought the advice of a fashionist who must have chosen the pretty red gown she was cladded in.It was such a wonderful dress turned by a body that does not deserve it, but I blame myself for telling her to look her best to my night’s dinner and show.Well, her gown was good, but mine was awesome.I had chosen a red combo though, but I just said combo because it was braced with preci