Aria's pov; "Thank you for the ride," I said to Damien, right after closing his car's door. Ever since the main confession he had said, I hadn't said a word to him or even given a reply. After, our of sight, out of mind. This was the only reasonable tactic I could tell myself to come up with. How could I handle a sudden confession when my scent was a mixture of mine and someone else's, moreso, he had his release still in me. My guilt washed over me like a series of repeated beatings. Maintaining my calm after Damien's confession was a big deal and I had been all too careful in keeping my mouth shut. Even going as far as cautioning myself not to say too much for fear that I might end up saying or doing the wrong thing. I was glad that he hadn't also pressured me into giving a reply and instead, kept quiet, allowing me to drown myself in my world. "You look lost. Is anything the problem?" Daisy's sudden question brought me back to my current situation and I realised
Aria's POV; We've always been told that there were only three options; life, death and the one in between. But no one ever told me that there was more to it. That there was more to not knowing the difference between all three or that there was something else hidden in all of this. I could vividly remember the repetitive stab to my stomach, the one to my chest and also the exact pain I felt while experiencing all of these. Yet, could someone tell me why I was sitted on a flower bed, watching a kid that looked just like a mixture of Ronald and Damien run around the beautiful environment? Things would have been much easier to decide if it felt more like heaven or the afterlife but guess what? It was none of these two. As real as it seemed, every pain that rocked through my body and my bones was the one thing I needed to make me aware that this wasn't real. The kid running around me happily wasn't real and neither was the blue flowery gown I was wearing. You know what el
ARIA'S POV;"Don't cry for him. He's not worth it!" Doona yelled over the music, throwing her hands in the air as if to buttress her point. Sitting in front of the bartender, with my eyes on the empty shots in front of me, I bit my lip, holding back my tears. "Three years, Doona! He left me because he found his mate," I choked out, trying my best not to cry as loudly as I'd love to. It was hard trying to maintain my composure when my ex-boyfriend, who I'd been with for three years, left me or more like cheated on me after finding his mate. It was hard to believe, knowing we'd both sworn to each other not to break up even after finding our mates. It had all been going well not until this afternoon, when I had caught him with the lady who he called his mate, having a go at it. Being twenty years old, I was still yet to find my mate whom I should have gotten at the age of eighteen. It was one of the reasons I had been in a relationship that long with my ex-boyfriend because we both
Aria's POV;Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives?Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had been desperately
ARIA'S POV;Shaken up? Definitely. Who wouldn't be in my condition? Firstly, I had a one-night stand with a man I thought was just going to come and go, lo and behold, he turned out to be my uncle, my mate and also my professor. How terrible could my life get?. "Hey, little niece, you need to just watch yourself. What happened the other night was a mistake and it won't happen again. I didn't know who you were and I was too drunk to get my thoughts together that night," Ronald said to me as the sun peeked through the curtains, signaling the rise of a new morning. I was in nothing but shorts and shirts, not caring about my appearance since I was more concerned about the fact that he hadn't spoken a word to me since yesterday, the moment we felt the connection and we both knew we were mates. "We are mates. Do you think the moon goddess would have made such a mistake, knowing you're my uncle?” Genuinely confused, I asked, biting my bottom lip while trying my best not to scream out. J
ARIA'S POV; The feeling of the ever soft bed beneath me and the sun shining directly on my eyes made me grumble, wishing I could skip classes today but it was only the beginning of college and slacking off wasn't an option. I popped one eye open, immediately regretting that decision as the morning sun almost blinded me with its brightness. I shook my head in self pity, mentally scolding myself for not closing the curtains properly the previous evening. Just then, events of yesterday evening came rushing into my head. I rubbed my chest, immediately feeling a slight pain, a reminder of the rejection of my mate I had accepted yesterday. Just as it had come as a surprise to him, judging from the look I saw on his face before I collapsed due to the pain, it had also come as a surprise to me. I didn't plan on accepting his rejection right in front of Caroline, his girlfriend and mate as he had addressed her. The thought of what her reaction must have been had me almost cursing
Aria's POV; "I guess I'll be the only one doing the talking. I'll start with my name. I'm Damien," with one hand on the wheels and the other out the window, allowing the wind to pass through his fingers, golden locks stranger said. One couldn't blame a lady for being too scared to speak in the presence of someone who left her with no choice. The best thing I could do for my safety was to sit up straighter than I ever hand, with my hand protectively clinging onto the seat belt like my life depended on it. Yet, another word from him and I still wasn't saying anything. Even if I wanted to, my mouth wasn't ready to cooperate with me, too scared to speak in front of this psychopath. Yes, although, he called himself Damien, but the best name that suited him was Psychopath. I was thankful that the trip to college was a very short one and I was ready to be out of his car as fast as i could. Judging from my love for sports car, one would have thought I'd happily be free spi
ARIA'S POV; I have never been stared at so intensely in my life compared to the way most of the students have all been staring at me since morning. Every attempt at trying to make a conversation had gone down the drain, thanks to the Bambi sending them death glares. "What is wrong with everyone?" I sighed for the hundredth time on my way to class. It was my second day in college and yet, I was enjoying none of it. I never wished to experience the same thing I had faced this morning ever again. "I'd also like to know," came the answer I wasn't expecting and immediately, I stopped in my tracks. Turning to my side, to see a petite female beside me who had glasses framing her tiny face, with her head in a scattered bun- yes, not a messy but a scattered bun, making me realize there was no intent in trying to make herself look pretty. My smile came freely on my face and I didn't need to fake it again while I walked with her. I was on the way to the last class I had whi
Aria's POV; We've always been told that there were only three options; life, death and the one in between. But no one ever told me that there was more to it. That there was more to not knowing the difference between all three or that there was something else hidden in all of this. I could vividly remember the repetitive stab to my stomach, the one to my chest and also the exact pain I felt while experiencing all of these. Yet, could someone tell me why I was sitted on a flower bed, watching a kid that looked just like a mixture of Ronald and Damien run around the beautiful environment? Things would have been much easier to decide if it felt more like heaven or the afterlife but guess what? It was none of these two. As real as it seemed, every pain that rocked through my body and my bones was the one thing I needed to make me aware that this wasn't real. The kid running around me happily wasn't real and neither was the blue flowery gown I was wearing. You know what el
Aria's pov; "Thank you for the ride," I said to Damien, right after closing his car's door. Ever since the main confession he had said, I hadn't said a word to him or even given a reply. After, our of sight, out of mind. This was the only reasonable tactic I could tell myself to come up with. How could I handle a sudden confession when my scent was a mixture of mine and someone else's, moreso, he had his release still in me. My guilt washed over me like a series of repeated beatings. Maintaining my calm after Damien's confession was a big deal and I had been all too careful in keeping my mouth shut. Even going as far as cautioning myself not to say too much for fear that I might end up saying or doing the wrong thing. I was glad that he hadn't also pressured me into giving a reply and instead, kept quiet, allowing me to drown myself in my world. "You look lost. Is anything the problem?" Daisy's sudden question brought me back to my current situation and I realised
Aria's POV; Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives? Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had been desp
Aria's pov; A small gasp left my lips just as Ronald's hands held my thigh before he rose to his feet and I was directly placed on his table, butt naked. I really had no idea how my trouser had been pulled off in the blink of an eye. No, scratch that. It wasn't pulled off but had been torn into shreds by the man himself. "Why'd you do that? Do I have to walk out naked when I'm leaving?" I couldn't help but complain but instead, Ronald had began peppering kisses down my jaw, to my collar bone, intensely sucking on my skin. "Hmm..hmm," I moaned softly, trying to be as quiet as I could but with Ronald's face buried in my neck, it didn't seem like this was going to be easy to do. "No one else is allowed to see you like this!" he said in between kisses. Too disoriented by what he was doing, I didn't see the need to argue, only enjoying his acts. My fingers went into his hair, slowly starting to run my fingers through them but pulled sharply when the first sting of Rona
Aria's pov; A small gasp left my lips just as Ronald's hands held my thigh before he rose to his feet and I was directly placed on his table, butt naked. I really had no idea how my trouser had been pulled off in the blink of an eye. No, scratch that. It wasn't pulled off but had been torn into shreds by the man himself. "Why'd you do that? Do I have to walk out naked when I'm leaving?" I couldn't help but complain but instead, Ronald had began peppering kisses down my jaw, to my collar bone, intensely sucking on my skin. "Hmm..hmm," I moaned softly, trying to be as quiet as I could but with Ronald's face buried in my neck, it didn't seem like this was going to be easy to do. "No one else is allowed to see you like this!" he said in between kisses. Too disoriented by what he was doing, I didn't see the need to argue, only enjoying his acts. My fingers went into his hair, slowly starting to run my fingers through them but pulled sharply when the first sting of Rona
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Aria's pov; Another weird dream and I was sure I was definitely going to be out of it. First it was having sex with Ronald and thereafter, it was having sex with three men with one of them unknown to me. How weird could things get? Each time I always ended up having a messed up and fucked up dream. Was this trying to tell me something or was it just one of those dreams you had when you least expected it? Either of the two, I didn't know and neither was I ready to find out. "You're awake, I'm glad," came my mother's voice from beside me. I slowly sat up , plastering a smile on my face and ridding myself of the naughty dream I had. "Yes mother. Thank you for coming despite everything," with a smile on my face, I said to her. She smiled back at me, already shaking her head and I very well knew what she was about to say. There was no way it wasn't something I haven't heard before. "Don't be silly. I'm your mother and that means I can come see you when you need me and eve
Third person's POV; 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 roughly, her lips tasted sweet and w
Third person's POV; 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 roughly, her lips tasted sweet and w