Aria's pov; "Old woman? Who are these kids?" Still unable to take my eyes off the kids smiling broadly in the photo book, I asked. My eyes kept going back to the tiny female that stood in front, unashamedly in tears with a boy who looked no more than ten years old hugging her to himself with a concerned look. I would have sworn the younger boy in the picture was Orion when he was still young but there was a part of me that was left to have this feeling of doubt. "Who do you think you know there?" With the mysterious smile on her face, the old woman answered my question with a question of hers. As if the answer was on the photo book, I stared at it more intensely, with the hope that maybe, just maybe the answer would miraculously appear and the weird feelings in my chest could disappear as soon as possible. A big lie! That was what I knew it was, but it still couldn't be helped that I was just hoping for this. "No one, I guess. Do I know anyone here? It seems like I do
Aria's pov; "Should you?" One thing I was beginning to hate now was getting questions than answers to what I needed good replies to. Despite how fun the old woman had been, to me, there was no doubt about how annoying she was since my questions were never fully answered. I would have sworn she was doing this intentionally but I continued to hold on to the false hope that maybe, genuinely, she had no idea about what was going on. But then, was my question that difficult to understand? "Are you going to answer me or you're just going to keep asking me more questions everytime I ask one?" I snapped, finally having enough of her push back questions. It was one thing to be friendly and it was another thing to know how to push questions back to the questioneer with a smile. The old woman played both roles perfectly that it was difficult to even suspect her for a second. "Silly lady. You don't have to look like that. I would answer your questions in due time. It's only ju
Aria's pov; My eyes kept darting to the little girl in the group photo, standing with a cheeky smile on her face. For some reason, she felt familiar and it was as if I knew who she was. The old woman seemed not to be joking again and even the smile she had on was long gone. In its place was a serious look- one that showed she was ready to say things I wasn't even aware of and knowing this, I was filled with so much anticipation. "Don't fret. Soon enough, you'll understand all I'm talking about. Tell me, from which age do your memories start?" I let her questions sink in, but was just as quick to think of the answer. Come to think of it, I never really remembered childhood memories even if just one. Nothing came to mind and the memories I remember only probably started from when I was still seeing my father still healthy for about a year. Thereafter, the memories seemed to have disappeared into nowhere and then jumping straight to when he became bedridden. The memories I had
Aria's pov; He was the last person whose presence I wanted at the moment. His sudden interruption only confirmed one thing - he was hiding the truth of things from me. The truth that there was more to know about myself than they were telling me. Was this supposed to be funny? No. Was I laughing? Another no but one thing was sure - Ronald was at all cost trying to protect me from finding out a secret and it was about time I knew what that was. "Say it, old woman. What do I have to know?" Ignoring Ronald was always going to be the best decision to be making since the moment he decided to hide a secret which I was supposed to know. "No!..." yelled Ronald, slamming his hands on the table, causing me to momentarily jump back, speechless as ever. "You don't need to know anything more than you already do. I'll be answering any other questions you have for now. Come, let's take a walk..." Ronald didn't give off the feeling that he was ready to be questioned nor did he seem like he wan
Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did,****** "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened
Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did, the emotions I saw knocked the breath out of me. I let out a small exhale
Aria's pov; Ok, this was unexpected. The grabbing of the arm and then getting my hands raised up and then slammed against the wall? Rather than feeling pain, the only sound I recognised coming out of my mouth was a moan. A moan I was shameful about which I didn't even expect. "Good gracious! I've missed you!" Ronald groaned, his warm breath directly on my ear, causing me to shiver. It was the kind of shiver that only happened after getting cold water poured down your body. For a moment, my whole body was frozen in stock since his action had caught me off guard to the point where I couldn't properly digest this sudden act. "M...move," was the first word I managed to say after a long while of trying to regain my voice and sanity, telling myself not to be affected by his words and actions. After all, this was the best thing I could do for myself and my late child. "Our? How dare you say our? Our baby? Where were you when I needed your help? Where were you when I wa
Aria's pov; Hot tears fell from his eyes, each drop surprising me more than the previous. I couldn't deny the fact that there was no need for me to be feeling any sort of pity or whatnot, but the pain he poured out was just the right thing he needed to get a pitiful look from me. Was I feeling strangely in my heart? Was there the urge to just hug him to myself and give him the little love and good words I had? Of course. But I wasn't going to do just that. A trap or not, I wasn't going to soften up all because of this and act like nothing was wrong! No! Everything was wrong! Everything! "What should I do to make you forgive me?" He asked, not even sounding like he was crying, his voice only a tad bit hoarser than usual. Hearing this from him was like listening to a joke that wasn't funny in any way. "How about dying? Exchange your life for the baby's I lost? Maybe then, I'll finally know how to forgive you. If you can't do that at all, then don't bother asking me
Third person's POV;With no knowledge of where she was, Aria heaved a sigh as she finished bathing and turned off the shower. She took a towel from the clothing rack and wrapped it around her chest before walking out of the bathroom. She stopped in front of the door with her mouth wide open in shock as she sighted Ronald lying half naked on her bed, and also Damien sitting next to him with his eyes glued to his phone, also half naked. They were both wearing shorts and they looked extremely hot. Before she could utter a word, the door swung open, and a shrouded figure walked into the room. His presence commanded attention that drew Aria in and his eyes jumped slightly in surprise as he laid his eyes on her. “Guys, she is out, what are you guys waiting for? Let’s fuck her.” He remarked and walked over to Aria before she could speak. He gently pushed her jaw up to close her mouth and rested a hand on her plump lips. “What are you—” He muffled her words with his lips, kissing her
Aria's pov; Mark me? Of course not. I shivered in delight as his teeth grazed my neck, with his tongue poking out to lap at the same spot. I knew this wasn't supposed to be happening but the body could be such a betrayer at times. “You don't have to fight this,” he said and that was all it took for me to let go and give in. Fight what? I didn't know but after all, this was a dream. He began to place kisses around my neck, soft innocent kisses that weren't meant to do anything to me and yet, they made my toes curl in bliss and my knees weak. “You taste so sweet,” came his soft groan, like music to my ears. No longer able to keep restraint on my wolf that just wanted some action, I turned around to face him, pulling him by his scruffs and immediately diving to connect our lips together. The air seemed to be caressing our skin as our breaths entwined, with our tongue fighting for reign against each other. The warmth of his tongue only made me moan, each stroke increasin
Aria's pov; From the tangling of tongues, to the entanglement of hands as I slowly began to lose myself in the pleasure of having Ronald's hands on me. Though, there was a voice at the back of my mind, reminding and telling me of why I shouldn't let things go any further than they already were. No matter how hard I was called back to reality- to wake myself from the situation I was slowly beginning to drown in, it could be said that I was far too gone as his tongue caressed mine, the familiar taste of his lips like an aphrosidiac. "Hmm," I no longer realized the sounds that came out of me anymore and neither was I given the chance to feel even a bit of shame as my hands were soon grabbed, before they were raised above my head. All the while, I was unable to complain as his mouth kept mine busy, stopping me from speaking out like I wanted to. Like a sneaky rat, his tongue curled its way ito my mouth, as iif looking for where to hide . "Ohhh...hmmm," I moaned shamelessl
Aria's pov; Hot tears fell from his eyes, each drop surprising me more than the previous. I couldn't deny the fact that there was no need for me to be feeling any sort of pity or whatnot, but the pain he poured out was just the right thing he needed to get a pitiful look from me. Was I feeling strangely in my heart? Was there the urge to just hug him to myself and give him the little love and good words I had? Of course. But I wasn't going to do just that. A trap or not, I wasn't going to soften up all because of this and act like nothing was wrong! No! Everything was wrong! Everything! "What should I do to make you forgive me?" He asked, not even sounding like he was crying, his voice only a tad bit hoarser than usual. Hearing this from him was like listening to a joke that wasn't funny in any way. "How about dying? Exchange your life for the baby's I lost? Maybe then, I'll finally know how to forgive you. If you can't do that at all, then don't bother asking me
Aria's pov; Ok, this was unexpected. The grabbing of the arm and then getting my hands raised up and then slammed against the wall? Rather than feeling pain, the only sound I recognised coming out of my mouth was a moan. A moan I was shameful about which I didn't even expect. "Good gracious! I've missed you!" Ronald groaned, his warm breath directly on my ear, causing me to shiver. It was the kind of shiver that only happened after getting cold water poured down your body. For a moment, my whole body was frozen in stock since his action had caught me off guard to the point where I couldn't properly digest this sudden act. "M...move," was the first word I managed to say after a long while of trying to regain my voice and sanity, telling myself not to be affected by his words and actions. After all, this was the best thing I could do for myself and my late child. "Our? How dare you say our? Our baby? Where were you when I needed your help? Where were you when I wa
Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did, the emotions I saw knocked the breath out of me. I let out a small exhale
Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did,****** "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened
Aria's pov; He was the last person whose presence I wanted at the moment. His sudden interruption only confirmed one thing - he was hiding the truth of things from me. The truth that there was more to know about myself than they were telling me. Was this supposed to be funny? No. Was I laughing? Another no but one thing was sure - Ronald was at all cost trying to protect me from finding out a secret and it was about time I knew what that was. "Say it, old woman. What do I have to know?" Ignoring Ronald was always going to be the best decision to be making since the moment he decided to hide a secret which I was supposed to know. "No!..." yelled Ronald, slamming his hands on the table, causing me to momentarily jump back, speechless as ever. "You don't need to know anything more than you already do. I'll be answering any other questions you have for now. Come, let's take a walk..." Ronald didn't give off the feeling that he was ready to be questioned nor did he seem like he wan
Aria's pov; My eyes kept darting to the little girl in the group photo, standing with a cheeky smile on her face. For some reason, she felt familiar and it was as if I knew who she was. The old woman seemed not to be joking again and even the smile she had on was long gone. In its place was a serious look- one that showed she was ready to say things I wasn't even aware of and knowing this, I was filled with so much anticipation. "Don't fret. Soon enough, you'll understand all I'm talking about. Tell me, from which age do your memories start?" I let her questions sink in, but was just as quick to think of the answer. Come to think of it, I never really remembered childhood memories even if just one. Nothing came to mind and the memories I remember only probably started from when I was still seeing my father still healthy for about a year. Thereafter, the memories seemed to have disappeared into nowhere and then jumping straight to when he became bedridden. The memories I had