“Huh?”“Get on the bed, princess. Don't keep me waiting, I have to call Ms. Eve back.”“I’m not going to touch myself while you’re on a call. I don’t even know how.” I slowly sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him in disbelief.“Do to yourself what I do to you.”“No.”“Ana, I’m going to tie your legs and hands apart and put a kitchen knife inside of you if you don’t,” he threatened, and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.Yet, despite the shock, I found his words strangely arousing.“I’m serious,” he added, sounding unyielding.My eyes lit up against my will. “Are you really going to fuck me with a knife?”He looked at me like I had just said the most unbelievable thing in the world. “You have a weird kink. No, I’m not. I wouldn’t hurt you.”I shrugged, trying to mask my excitement with a nonchalant expression. “Well, I’d love to try that someday,” I said, my voice teasing. I gently kicked off my shoes and climbed fully onto the bed, my breasts swaying slightly with the mo
I found myself standing in the middle of the pack’s cemetery. I knew it was the cemetery when I saw the half fallen gate with rusted iron that Damon has promised to change a million times but never did.It was the dead of night, and everything was cloaked in darkness. I could barely make out the outlines of the gravestones around me. The silence, only broken by the occasional hoot of an owl or a distant, eerie mournful cry.I was holding a bouquet of white roses in my hand, I wasn't holding this earlier. I mean, I just finished having dinner in bed from Victor and a box of chocolate, so how the hell did I get here.“Vee?!"“Victor!?”No reply came.I glanced around, hoping to find someone at least but there was no one, not even an animal.My heart stopped beating momentarily.In front of me was an open grave, its dark, gaping maw seemed to beckon me. It was odd.Who dug a grave and left it open? Where had the cemetery man gone to?And why did the plaque have my name?Suddenly the win
The next morning, I found myself absentmindedly twirling the drink in my cup, glancing occasionally at Cecil, who was engrossed in her phone. Whoever was texting her had been at it for a while, but she wouldn’t reveal who it was. "I’ll tell you at the right time," she had said, leaving me in suspense.She had called me early, just hours after I had finally managed to get some sleep after the horrendous nightmare I had. The vividness of the dream still lingered, making it difficult to even focus on anything else. Despite how hard it was to even leave Victor's side and the house, I made my way over to her place. Initially, it seemed like she had something important to share, but she changed her mind halfway through our conversation. Instead of saying whatever was on her mind, she suggested we go out for a drink.As we settled into a cozy corner of our favorite café, I shared my disturbing dream with her, hoping she might have some insight. Cecil listened intently, her eyes occasionally
The figure turned around, and I got a clear look at who it was."Oh, Catherine.""Oh, Catherine? You don't sound happy to see your mother-in-law," she huffed, a trace of annoyance in her voice.Did I say that out loud?"I'm just tired. Why are you here?" I began to take my shoes off. "And why does the house smell like an ice cream vending machine?" I tried not to sniff too loudly, but the vanilla scent was overwhelming.She turned back to flipping pancakes. "Oh, the house smelled like a flower garden, which is not much of a fancy scent. Besides, I'm having a friend over, and she likes this scent, so I thought, why not go for a change?"I rolled my eyes. "So... why are you here?""To take care of my son's house. I don't need permission to do that, do I?" She looked back at me with a very condescending smile."No, you don't. Make yourself at home. The maids will give you whatever you need," I said, turning to leave, but stopped halfway when she called my name."Why don't you go move you
I stuffed my dried undies back into their bag and dropped it in the closet. With a sigh, I went back to the door to see if Catherine's visitors were still there. From the top of the stairs, I could see the living room teeming with women who were clearly in no hurry to leave. Resigned, I grabbed my car keys and bag, heading downstairs. As I became visible to the living room, all eyes turned to me. Catherine had a scowl on her face, and the other women just stared blankly.There was no greeting. Why? Because they were friends with the previous Luna. One plus one equals two.I turned to Catherine, whose scowl vanished the moment the women looked at her. “I'm going out, don't wait up.”“You can stay for a late lunch,” she said, getting up and ushering the women to the dining room. “I made mac and cheese, your favorite.”“They're not my favorite, and I'm late to wherever I'm going.” I honestly didn't know where I was going. I had tried to sleep, but the women's loud laughter had made it im
I fumbled for my phone, hands shaking, and dialed the emergency services. My voice trembled as I explained my situation, giving them my location as best as I could."Please, hurry," I urged, my anxiety spiking as I glanced back at the burnt car and people from around staring at it and me. "My car just blew up"The operator assured me help was on the way, and I hung up, trying to steady my breathing. Standing by the side of the road, I felt utterly alone and vulnerable. The deserted stretch of road, with its silence only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves, did nothing to calm my nerves.While waiting for help to arrive, my mind wandered back to the events of the day. Catherine and her friends, the heated confrontation, the nightmare that wouldn't let go—all of it seemed to converge in this moment of crisis. I felt like the universe was testing me, pushing me to my limits.Minutes later, the sound of sirens pierced the air, and I saw the flashing lights of a fire truck and a tow
I didn't know where to turn or who to talk to. Victor wasn't an option, I just couldn't bring myself to tell what has been going on. And the rest of the people I trusted were few and far between, and I didn't want to burden them with my troubles. But the need for connection, for someone to understand, was overwhelming. I felt so alone, adrift in a sea of my own emotions that I couldn't control.Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to hold them back, but the effort was futile. They spilled over, running down my cheeks in silent streams. That was how close I was to breaking.I needed to put an end to all this, to put the pieces of myself back together. But in that moment, standing by the side of the road, all I could do was cry. I cried for the pain, for the fear, for the exhaustion that had seeped into every fiber of my being. I cried for all my lost and how long I was planning to keep enduring.I didn't have all the answers. I didn't know how I was going to move for
The backyard was beautifully arranged. A large table with chairs around it stood at the center, adorned with a variety of food and drinks. Maids stood discreetly nearby, ready to assist. The setting was picturesque, with twinkling lights hanging from the trees and a gentle breeze adding a touch of freshness to the evening.This was my first time here, and the beauty of the place did help soothe my nerves a bit. Before joining the gathering outside, I had to fulfill a small but important duty. Cecil guided me inside to greet her sick grandmother who was upstairs. We climbed the wooden staircase, and was soon in the room. Her grandmother lay in bed, surrounded by flowers and family photos. Frail appearance and dull eyes. They were older maids in with her and it was quiet in there."Hello, Mrs. Whitmore," I said gently, approaching her bedside while Cecil stood behind me."Luna, it's so nice to finally meet you," She replied, her voice weak but welcoming. "Cecil has told me so much abou