Hazel was awake at night. For some reason she could not wrap her mind around the fact that such a thing as a note laced with potential poisonous substances abs will vanish into ash minutes after being unfolded, exists! And it had been sent to her, twice.Could it be by the same person? Was some sort of threat really lingering on her life? And for what reason?What could she have possibly done to offend anyone?Oh, marrying Luca Rossi. That was it. Luca had lined all the servants up, the King and Queen were worried, brows furrowed as they came to see the scenario in the living room."Luca what on earth is going on in this place?" The Queen had frowned as she came out, eyes moving along the long line of servants.Luca was livid, watching them all with a stone hard glare."Someone left darkash note for Madam Hazel in her room." A servant explained to the Queen. Her brows furrowed almost immediately, her eyes narrowing to all the servants in the room. "Who dared such a thing?" The Qu
Trusting anyone was becoming harder and harder the more Hazel thought about it, so right now, she decided to stop thinking at all. She stirred in bed, rolling closer to Luca who lay beside her, breathing silently. His long lashes fluttered for a moment, before opening. She found herself unable to look away, even though somewhere in the back of her mind she was anxious about the fact that he had opened his eye to hers, watching him sleep. "Can't sleep?" He asked, his sleepy voice even deeper and huskier than his normal voice was. She let out a shaky exhale, shaking her head lightly. "No."Luca stared at her keenly, his eyes flickering between hers. "Why?"Hazel was silent for a moment, staring at him before swallowing and shaking her head. "I don't really know, maybe it is the note."Luca quietly reached for her face with his fingers, stroking her cheeks softly.She let out a soft exhale, her eyes fluttering close momentarily under his touch.How is it that a person's brisk touch
Freya came around a few days later, her blonde hair tightly packed into a ponytail and her eyeliner accentuating her cat-like eyes. She was here to help the Queen plan her ball. The Queen announced her intentions for a ball at dinner the previous night, unyielding to the fact that Hazel was still recovering from her hunting injuries and there was a potential threat to her life lingering in the castle.Luca had been against it, but as mother and son shared a passive glare across the table, Luca clenched his fork, giving in to her adamance with a disappointed shake of his head.Hazel bore through it. The ball was four days away, so hopefully she would have healed much better by then as she was already mostly completely fine. "Afterall... it is high time the people of this kingdom got to be introduced to the woman their crown prince has chosen to marry." Was the Queen's yardstick for insisting on her ball. She said so sarcastically it seemed it almost pained her physically to mentio
Freya grinned as she strut into the palace confidently.Hazel was standing by Luca in the living room when she came, he gave her a passive stare as she walked over to them with her polished smile. Hazel stayed expressionlessly calm, she purposefully reached for Luca's room, wrapping her arm around his. Freya's eyes flickered between them both as she stopped before them. "Hey Hazel, Luca." She greeted.Hazel responded with a shrug and Luca remained passive. "How's your arm?" She cocked a brow at Hazel, "I couldn't come to the hospital because I have been sort of tied up ever since."Hazel shrugged, "it is fine, no one was expecting you."Freya's polished grin fell and Luca inwardly stifled a struggle to burst into laughter. That burn was good, and he usually found very few things funny, but the drop Freya's face did seemed like classical humor to him. She was speechless for a few seconds as Hazel fluttered her lashes innocently at her. When she opened her mouth to speak, the Queen
The night for the ball came, and no doubt the Queen made a very fine arrangement of the ballroom for this special day. Everywhere was beautifully lit with decorative lamps hanging atop different corners of the room. Red ribbons roped and wound around the upper corners of the wall and tables and chairs intricately arranged away from a spacious dancefloor. Even the food was awesome, you could tell without tasting just by catching a whiff of it's salivating scent as the servants arranged the buffet, cleaning wine bottles and glass cups and placing them intricately on well polished trays too.Hazel found herself without a dress for the occasion.She stood by the window, her eyes wide and heart rising and falling slowly. How she had forgotten to make any arrangements for a dress for tonight, she had no idea. All the clothes she came with were simple floral dresses or jeans and shirts. It seemed today had been scheduled to spur into an embarrassing disaster for her. The Queen would hav
Hazel changed into the silky, red dress.It was beautiful... Very beautiful, words could not describe how confident and pretty she felt in this flowing masterpiece of a dress. She smiled to herself in the mirror, tracing her exposed collarbone gently with her fingers. It was sleeveless, so the small scar mark on the inner surface of her elbow where beginning to fade was exposed. It did not bother her so much though, it was barely noticeable now. The doctor had handed her an ointment and instructed she put it on there twice daily, and with patience and diligence, the scar would fade entirely like it was never there within days, and just looking at it she could tell it was working wonderfully, better than anything she had ever been handed in a hospital in town.A knock came softly but urgently on the bathroom door, followed be Luca's hoarse voice. "Hazel are you in there?" He asked "you have to hurry already we are about to announced." Her eyes widened as she quickly recalled what s
A figure was lurking in the shadows, dressed in a black coat and peeking quietly through the bed of flowers as guests flocked into the palace for the ball. Like some sort of demon, he had cloaked himself completely in black, even his dark, beady eyes seemed like a vast of nothingness as he patiently waited for his entry signal. "What are you doing here?"A voice seethed in anger and disbelief behind him, reaching for his dark cloak. Her hand pressed against his back, retracting almost immediately with a pained snarl from her gritted teeth. It burned. He spun slowly, carelessly. "Waiting.""You do not intend to go in there dressed like this do you? You would be seen!" She seethed, eyes burning with rage. "If this plan fails, you would have yourself to blame! I have put far too much work in for you betray my plans like this!"His dark eyes rolled unamusedly. "Shut up little dog... Do not press me as though you are a lord over me."Her face fell and her brows furrowed tightly. "You
His fingerprint burned against her flesh and she fought the urge to let out a scream, to growl and claw at him. He grinned at her with devilish intent, watching with wicked joy as she squirmed, exhaled harshly and struggled to get out of his grip."You do not dare speak to me in such a way you little dog!" He snarled, grip squeezing around her neck. "I am a greater force than you can reckon... and any moment you forget that, I shall do it well to remind you that I can drag you right back to where I have come from."She let out a pained snarl, twisting her neck as she struggled in his grip. "S... stop!" she gritted out. He gave her a final malicious smile before releasing her with a scoff. Her reddened face was almost veiny now, she gripped her throat with her own hands, rubbing the now very red spot.She was fuming so much the redness of her face almost seemed like an internal consuming fire, ready to explode through her. "Leave before anyone sees you." He instructed in a slithery
"Luke she is bleeding out... What do we do?" Luca stared frantically at Hazel, they had untied her and she was laying on the floor.Alva was in a corner in a pool of her own blood. So was Jace, and the demon.Luca had shifted back into a human, he carried Hazel in his arms, his heart beating frantically. He could feel her spirit fading... He could feel it in the depths of his heart. It caused him fear and panic to feel her slipping away. "I might have to bite her Luca... It is the only way." Luke breathed worriedly, "and if I do she would have Vampire venom in her, meaning she might no he able to bear you an heir."Luca stared at her on the ground where she was dying.He knew there was no time. It is now or never, he has to do something to save her. "Luke... Do whatever you can please, she is more important to me than anything in the world. I just want her to live." He begged. Luke nodded his head in understanding, he reached forward, taking her in his arms, he paused for a momen
"Wake up!" It came with a loud splash of water upon her skin. Hazel woke with a loud scream, panting and out of breath she stared into the eyes of her would be killer. She felt tears well up in her eyes. That woman....that woman in that strange dream looked like her. A lot like her. It looked as though she was being shown something..... being told a story of something that could have very much have been a previous life. She wanted to stay there, she wanted to not wake up from it. She wanted to understand her connection to that strange woman."You have the audacity to fall unconscious do you not?" Alva sneered at her. "You will not sleep for a second under my watch Hazel Jacobs, not unless it is in your death!" Alva Rogers concluded. Hazel's eyes fell to the ground, she had no words to say.Her spirit was weak and her willingness to fight and beg was already melting away. Perhaps she was starting to realize... Starting to come to terms with the fact that she could not plead her
Luke paced back and forth. He was tracing out all the details of his plan in mind, doing his absolute best to leave no stone unturned in his mission. Luca was seated in a corner of the room, food and water hand not touched his moth since his wife went missing.They were begining to fear for his wellbeing. His eyes were droopy and he was barely talking to anyone. He seemed so out of touch with his current surroundings. So much that they all feared he was already losing his mind. He would not talk at all when spoken to and any food brought before him was quickly pushed or kicked away. They learned to leave him be for a while. "Will he be okay?" Laz asked as he gazed upon his brother, his heart was filled with pity for him. None of then had ever seen Luca this way before.He was always very strong.... Always very strong in every situation... Not even once had something like this occured to anyone in there lineage for a very long time. "I believe he will..." Luke breathed. "What
"Alva you do not have to do this please I beg you." Hazel pleaded, her hand gripping the edge of her seat.Alva shook her head with a sinsiter smile written on her face as he toyed with the kinde in her hand. "You can beg all you want my dear but I already explained this to you... I have to do this. there is no other way.""Alva... you are are so out of your mind!" Hazel wailed, tears brimming at her eyes."Watch it!" Alva yelled at her, tossing a slap across her face."Argh!" Hazel winced as the pain tore through her left check, tears brimming in her eyes. Alva shook her her had at her. "I told you already, you are the one who is tied up and I am the one who has a knife so if I were you I will be very careful about whatever I am doing." she warned.Hazel whimpered as she lowered her head to the ground. she reached out to the depth of her hear, calling for Luca. He might not be a human being, but he cared for her, that she was sure of, that was enough for her. That man cared for h
When Hazel's eyes finally fluttered open, she woke up in her bed in her and Luca's room. Rays of sunlight were seeping in through her window and strangely enough, all the pain she felt from the night before was gone.The memories came rushing to her like a speeding train and her eyes widened in memory of it all. "Hazel... Are you okay?" She turned her head quickly to see Luca standing by the foot of the bed. His eyes were reddish, his hair entirely rough. He still had his clothes in from last night, stained by dirt and dust, and even a smear of blood. She stared at him with cold eyes, feeling bile rise in the back of her throat. Luca walked towards her cautiously with worried eyes, reaching for her face with his fingers. "Hazel are you okay?" He asked again. "Do not touch me." She snapped, flinching away. Luca's eyes widened, and he took a step back, watching her cautiously. "I am sorry I did not mean...""To lie to me?" She seethed, glaring daggers at him. Luca stared at he
Hazel is perched at the edge of her that evening, a strange feeling of distraught weighs upon her shoulders as she waits for Luca's return. She does not know what she will tell him when he returns but she knows what she would ask him for... The truth. One way or another, the truth has to come out tonight.By hook or by crook, she will not allow herself be left in the dark anymore by these people who absurdly believe that they knew what is best for her. Who absurdly think that leaving her in the dark is best for her! If tonight is truly a full moon as Luke had said, then either way she will find out the deal with this red book and what this mystery writer is trying to tell her. She rubbed her face with her palms wearily. She was starting to feel sleepy yet nothing would make her yield into it. Luca should be back by evening as promised. It was starting to get dark afterall, so he should be home anytime soon. They had long since stopped eating dinner downstairs at the table with
Hazel sat on the edge of the bed that night with the book in her hands and her elbows leaning against her thighs.She knew not what to do with this piece of information, what was all these implying?She turned to Luca on the bed where he lay still, breathing softly. His chest rising and falling. He looked so at peace.His long lashes were fluttered closed and his hand was resting upon his chest, which rose and fell in a peaceful state. What was the writer implying? What did the wolf things mean? Is Luca some sort of.... Shape shifter?That is not even possible that is the kind of stuff that happens in fairy tales and folklore. There is simply absolutely no way in heavens any of it could be real. Right?Hazel remembered the second paragraph of the damned note again. Cut him with a knife?Never, not even she was crazy she would not dare cut her husband with a knife. Especially not over some stupid note written by some obscene mystery writer. Luca belongs in her heart now. He ha
They had both entered the shower together after they had both had their fill of each other. He washed her with his hands. She felt pretty sore down there and she could barely stand on her own.He had prepared a bath for her by himself and carried her from the bed gently, she was already very tired and sleepy. How could she not be? She had had two more orgasms when he slipped into her. Her legs were weak and the area between her legs was sore from the size and action of his member inside her. She enjoyed every moment of it no doubt, she was quite sure she would be ready for another pretty soon. Luca circled her with his arms and pressed a kiss against her forehead. They were both sweaty and in need of a shower so he carried her to the bat tub he had already prepared, gently laying her in the water. He entered behind her and they both soaked in the bubble bath. He begun to wash her body for her not long later. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations of his hand against he
His lips enclosed around her nipples and she moaned, tangling her fingers into his hair. His fingers found there way to her panties again, parting it and sliding into her lower lips. He pumped his fingers in and out sensually, while his lips continued their suckle around her breasts. Whimpers and moans continued to escape her lips continually. The sound of her pleasure filling the room as she drew closer closer to her climax. Luca pulled away for a brief moment to admire the look of sheer pleasure on her face. He moved his fingers faster and her grip around him tightened, her moans increasing. "Yes... Please don't stop..." She pleaded. Luca smiled, he no intentions of stopping at all. He was enjoying this too, almost as much as she was. The look on her face, the sounds eliciting her lips, all of it was a perfect combination to drive him mad. His hardness impossibly worsened as she bit down on her lower lip. "I am so close..." She whimpered, thrashing around slightly on the