When one feels the warmth of the fire it's called wrath. And when one burns in the fire it's called hate but when one burns down to ashes because of the fire then it's called revenge. They forced me to feel the warmth, burn and turn into ashes.But like a phoenix I plan on rising from the ashes they burned me down to. Till date I can't stay in one place place for more than three months all because of them my life has no direction I'm just living because my heart hasn't stopped beating although everyday I wish I could just die. I loathed them for filling my life with fury.Our fate is determined by the house we grow up in. Your story's first author is your mom. This has me wondering everyday I spent alive, that what is my fate? Is the life I'm living really the life I should be. All this I can never know but can always wonder. But what I do is I was writing my own fate, I couldn't change it but the least I could was make mine.Despite being a rogue, though I didn't live like one, I
Promises are made and kept but some were just meant to be broken. I vowed to Phoenix that I wouldn't be impulsive at school because being impulsive always lands me in nothing but trouble.However, the moron who hit my car pissed me off, I couldn't act like I was okay with what he did. "Please sis let it go we'll walk on foot," Phoenix said while also trying to stop me from going to cause a scene there, but I wasn't having any of that carp. This one is thinking with his toes. I wouldn't do everything I wanted to do without my car."Who did this to my car?" I bawled."I did," a husky voice said from behind me, it was deep yet still sexy. The kind of deep voice that is so very easy to fall in love with, that auditory caramel.My subconscious told me to turn and without blinking I did, one for the fact that I wanted to see who demolished my car and two because I wanted to see the possessor of the attractive voice I just heard.I turned. And my jaw dropped. I blinked twice, just to confirm
The past is what you went through to be who are, it's what paved you to be who you are. The past is what you were not what you are, not who you are. The past doesn't define you. That's why people say that the present and the future are important and not the past.But I believe the past is what's crucial, new memories can always be created but old memories can never be expunged. You live on with the memories, good or bad, they live within you. You make space for them.Dark or bright. Happy or sad the past stays with you. You can't forget the past it's impossible to, but you make peace with the past. And carry it wherever go.My past is, was, and will always be painful. I carried the pain with me like a mosquito sucks blood from our bodies, it sucked and sucked onto my soul until I made harmony with the fact that the only thing I was destined to, was pain.Over the years heartache became my mother and the physical pain became my father, the day I realized that those two things were my p
In our realm, rogues are best known for killing their kind if they aren't given a chance. They're a great danger to packs because all they do is kill. We have a bad odor radiating from our bodies.No one can stand the unbearable smell of rotten flesh and rotten eggs. They're really easy to spot that's why they're easily killed. That way they're bestial But there are good rogues like me we don't kill people we just try to survive which is hard because there are rouges out who still want to kill us despite us not being bad. But as for me thanks to the powers and dreams I get from only the goddess knows where I can conceal my awful scent but I know that he scented that I am a rogue that's why he kept whispering it to me. What I couldn't understand was why wasn't doing anything about it.He was trying to get as close to him as possible, I guess he had that keep your friends close and your enemies closer thing in his mind."If you had just apologized you would have had to piggyback ride
Emotions ran through my body like the water runs in the sea. Anger was fuming inside me and hatred rooting from within me. “When you’re done whining, tell me so we can start working” Working? My job was to be his maid. A personal one at that.“What works,” I asked making my way toward him.“ I’m meeting with people from the council” he stated.What’s that got to do with me? I wondered but still listened.“I want them to feel at home while they’re here” So I should be their maid too. That was simple.“ It’s the least you can do after the destruction you’ve caused in my life”I stared at him with my eyebrows raised.“ Don’t give me that look, I turned my phone off because it’s bombarding with notifications and messages, do you want the headlines “Famous Ruthless Alpha Bane Gets Ridiculed By A Rogue”Argh, that news will be ancient history tomorrow. Wait! Do they know that I am a rogue?“Relax they don’t know you’re a rogue” “ It's just that everyone who is not Candy is
Being alive pangs, especially when you feel a trail of emotions burning inside you that need to be released but you can't do that. It hurts to be alive and helpless.I wonder when will this pain demise I'm continuously inhabiting in misery and it's not pleasant I just want to live a normal life but fate is not letting me I'm instead swimming in a sea of sorrowsMeeting Cain was terrible, he used to make me do things I didn't want to, I smuggled drugs sometimes he'd even put them in my stomach he made me do terrible things to people. In his eyes and Banes's, I'm trash but he never made me feel worthless. What he ordered me to do was the same as being a prostitute because what if their lust nudges them to want my body to get what he wants he'll let them ravish like a predator ravishes their prey.I look at the dress he sent for me it's lying on the bed it's black, short, and ridiculously cute I wonder who told him black is my favorite color.I take a quick shower, after taking a shower I
I'm waiting outside my door waiting for the Queen to open the door. I roll my eyes. It's freezing outside here since I'm not wearing anything. I could probably barge in but I don't want to see such filth as her naked, it would be too insulting and disgusting.But it wouldn't be so bad to see her naked, I snickered, and the door to my room slowly opened. When it was finally ajar I wondered if I was being delusional or what but what I saw mystified me, an angel with black hair stood in front of me. If I didn't have to do something important today I would've taken her right here and now.Her hair was dripping with water and her white shirt was wet giving me a full display of her overripped bananas, spotty and hanging precariously from tender stalks."Sorry for the wait I was taking a shower," She said biting her lower lip. I stood still, ogling at her."Fuck" I cursed to myself. What is this lowlife doing to me? "I just came to get my shirt but I see you're using it I'll get another one"
To say I wasn't scared of the outcome of what I was about to do would be a blue lie, I was sweating and shaking and clumsy I lost count of the times I went to pee. I was terrified.I hoped Bane would tell me to not go through but instead, he told me to relax. I kept telling myself that I was doing this to get the alpha off my back for some time."Good day gentlemen," I said as I walked into the dining room forcing a smile on my face. I hope I am nailing this, I don't want to disappoint him.I poured the first guy his tea then, the one with the big belly. This one I didn't need to look at him to see that he was looking at me, I could feel his eyes on me, gazing at me. I put his coffee in front of him. Rumor has it that he likes women who look just like me right now. I turned to him and faked a smile so he doesn't see the disgust and uneasiness on my face, just as I was about to take the tray a hot slap landed on my ass.I raised my eyes to where Bane was sitting but there was no one
ANGELIQUE'S POVI hurried inside Bane's study, I knew I was up for unnecessary interrogation.I wipe away imaginary tears, sniff, and lift my head. "You injured ten of my men," He says with a frown.Should I be smiling at them? They wanted to fight me too. "I don’t understand. Was I supposed to dance with them?" I raise my voice at him. Brenton and the trainer chuckle. "No, you were meant to fight back; you left most of them half-dead." I nod. "Clearly, you need to fire this one; he's useless. What has he been teaching them if ten of them were taken down by a female werewolf?" I ask."That I'm a werewolf in name only, without a wolf like theirs; all they know how to do is growl. Is that all you teach them?" I question the trainer. "That's not the main issue. The issue is, you hurt them, and I already have families calling. Luckily, they can’t sue me." I roll my eyes. It’s his problem that he’s getting calls. "How is that my concern? Just tell me what matters to me, like the pric
The first light of day filtered through the curtains, casting a warm golden hue in the room, and I realized it was morning. I had shared a bed with a man named William, but nothing happened between us; now Bane is the second man, and still, nothing has occurred. I stretch my arm and turn to his side, noticing a note on his pillow. I pick it up and read, "Be in the Pack house Hall at 9 o'clock." Glancing at the clock, I see I have only fifteen minutes to reach the Hall. I quickly remove my clothes and dash to the bathroom for a five-minute shower before stepping out. I grab my clothes and leave without making the bed. Once outside, I get into my car, start the engine, and drive off. In seven minutes, I park in front of the Hall. Just as I’m about to open the door, I remember that I’m still in my underwear. I quickly put on a t-shirt and mini skirt, then grab my shoes, black pantyhose, and leather jacket before hurrying to the entrance.As I enter, I hear laughter, whispers, singing,
BRENTON'S POVIn my world, family holds immense power; your family's name can open doors and provide protection for you. Growing up, I longed for that kind of privilege. When my wolf alerted me that the girl I initially disliked might be important to our realm, I began to investigate her. I thought this could finally give me a sense of belonging and help fill the emptiness I've felt for years. However, I didn't anticipate how broken she would be.My phone ringing pulls me from my thoughts. "Speak," I answer, coldly."Mr. Banecroft has some paperwork to sign. He mentioned sending his assistant over, but..." "Send it to the Pack house. I'll return it after signing," I reply before hanging up. The fact that they can't locate him indicates he's going through another emotional episode. This works to my advantage; I should find him, hand this paper to him then head to Candy. I track his phone and, sure enough, he's at his mansion. I go to the Pack house to grab the papers and drive ov
ANGELIQUE'S POVAfter spending some time with my new found cousin, I decided to call the Pack house to see if Bane had arrived. To my surprise, he had, and he left to his house but didn’t bother to inform me that he wouldn’t be picking me up anymore. So here I am, making my way to his house on my own.His place feels more like a morgue than a home; the Pack house is much better. I already regret visiting him. The gate is left open, so I park my car next to his and head inside.As I walk in, the silence is so intense you could hear a pin drop. I think he intended to reflect his cold, dark personality in this house. The walls are navy blue, the furniture is navy blue, and the curtains are gray—nothing here suggests life.“Bane!?” I call out, but there’s no response.“I know you’re here, where are you?” I ask.“Why are you trespassing?” he replies from behind me, nearly giving me a heart attack.“I’m not trespassing; I was told you were here. So I am supposed to just follow you around l
ANGELIQUE'S POVNothing he says makes any sense; I hear voices in my head—echoes from my past. I want to stop thinking, but I can't. I'm sitting here, watching his lips move, but I can't hear a thing. My biggest question is if there’s someone out there, a family member besides my terrible parents, who knew that I'm alive. Why didn’t that person come for me? For us? They left me and brother to suffer for their own selfish reasons.Was I born into some kind of cult where they just create babies and discard them like they’re worthless? Because if this guy next to me truly believes his biological parents are dead, then he’s more foolish than I realized. I’m convinced his parents and my parents are still alive; they just loved him enough to let him have a decent life here in this Pack, unlike mine, who abandoned me in a box.My mind races to being raped every single day, night,hour and minute by Daniel, my foster dad and his wife Mitchell who would play with my clitoris while he fucked
ANGELIQUE'S POV It's early morning, and the sunlight feels like it's piercing my eyes. I toss off the blanket. I think back to yesterday's events; if Bane hadn't shown up with that thing, I would be in a terrible state right now. The fear I saw in Phoenix's eyes when he looked at me was truly unsettling. I need to help him see that this is more of a gift than a curse so he won't panic when he sees me like that again in the future. But the thought of telling him that he will be like me stresses me out. "Chubby Cheeks!" he shouts at me. "Yes, Bane!?" I shout back, and he frowns. Bane chuckles from behind me, and I cover my face in embarrassment. Why did I yell his name? "Do you like me so much that you have to shout my name?" he asks. "No, my mind was just elsewhere," I reply, and he nods. "Go brush your teeth and come back," I tell Phoenix. "You're not my favorite person, but I want to thank you for what you did yesterday; it meant a lot," he says, nodding. "I
BANE'S POVI find myself smiling as I think about my interactions with Miss Feisty. She's quite a handful; she challenges me, and she's the only one who calls me Bane. It's a bit disrespectful, but I've grown accustomed to it, and I actually kind of like it.I smile again when I notice she left my room tidy.I know she was right about Carol, but I still can't bring myself to ask her for advice on how to handle things. Why am I even thinking about this?Not long ago, she was accused of being a witch. What if she's using some kind of power on me, which is why I'm having these thoughts? I shouldn't be developing feelings for her, but she makes my life so much easier. I've achieved so much with her around.If Candy was here the only she'd yapping about going to the mall and wasting my money. But this one, is the only female who's helped me achieve my too goals. I have the land because of her help.A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts."Come in.""Mr. Alpha, I've been waiting for your
After his intense conversation with Phoenix's sister, he managed to get the doctor to reduce his fever and took a nap next to Phoenix. He couldn't risk leaving him alone in a house he wasn't familiar with. His sister would come at him with anger. He is awakened by small hands playing on his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw it was Phoenix, who seemed to have torn apart his pillows, as feathers were scattered all over the room. The fact that he didn’t heard a thing is alarming. Phoenix was pretending his hand was a car, using it to drive along a makeshift road. His body lotion is smeared all over his hair, and his face and clothes are covered in cream.BANE'S POV"No way, what did you do to yourself?" I ask a playful Phoenix"Come on, I need to clean you up before that monster of a sister of yours finds you like this. What were you thinking?" He's giggling, probably thinking this is some sort of game, but it's serious—if his sister sees him like this, I'm in big trouble. Wait
Darkness is often thought of as merely the absence of light, but I see it differently. To me, darkness feels like emptiness, loneliness, and fear—just like what I experience. Being Bane's beta gives me a sense of belonging and a bit of humor; without that role in this Pack, I might have gone rogue long ago. My foster parents passed away when I was sixteen, but fortunately, I was strong enough to be left as beta. However, since then, the emptiness I've felt has only grown larger with each passing day.What frustrates me even more is the possibility that the new rogue girl, who is now Bane's personal maid, might be my biological cousin or sister. I can't prove this without her letting her find out. I've been looking into her background, but everything is unclear; every lead I find seems to hit a dead end. She’s been here for two weeks, and the only thing I can identify is that we share the same neckpiece and what appears to be a birthmark. I have it, and she has it too. Besides that,