Hello! On some chapters being too short, I hear you! I will try and lengthen them, not too sure when I can fully implement this, everything around me is currently on fire but I will. Thank you for reading.
Elaine Lenard Brockett "It is late, and as much as I adore the pier, I have been banished from Ketria, so if you called me here to watch the moonlight on the lake, you have missed your target audience.” Amélie Clive uttered as she neared Elaine, startling her slightly into taking a step back. Yes, she had news, good news, in fact, but the giddiness and sense of accomplishment were all wiped away by her unimpressed demeanour. To Elaine, Amélie Clive was the worst kind of person to befriend, the kind that always demanded more even though they were well beyond their rights, so why was it that a piece of her craved acceptance from such a cold human? "They found her—your daughter Ruby, I mean." Elaine uttered with a sheepish smile; she couldn't help but fidget her fingers, a movement that stopped the second Amélie Clive’s face lit up, and her posture changed. "Where?" "Chrysalis." "Jesus, Chrysalis, where?" "Viona, Chrysalis, Fourth Street. She's working on a school for her Luna p
'Westerfield, 10th Avenue.'My hand caresses the paper left on my coffee table for the nth time.My plan had been to return with security to kick Vivian out, but she and her 'child' were gone by the time the team and I came back; the only thing left had been the note with an address and the smell of piss on one of the couches—a couch that I will need to replace before I check out.Perhaps I should have opted for an apartment.I need a shower, desperately.My centre is moist, and my gown smells of cinnamon and whisky, but the most unfortunate thing about the night, other than the pee-smelling room, is that my heat has settled.My heat settling means that I can think more clearly and feel more deeply. Emphasis on the ‘feel’ because I just had sex with a married man whose wife was on her knees pleading in my apartment not too long before.I never thought I could detest my reflection in the mirror more than I already do.I cannot believe that I have become a version of Elaine, perhaps a t
"Who the fuck brings a driver to a stakeout, and what kind of rich are you that you have such a car but can’t even drive it?"Vivian asks as she admires the car's leather seat and the white fur covering the steering wheel.She insisted we leave my driver behind, and I agreed. If this was a kidnapping, I don't want to set him up for a dangerous time in court should he have to testify; he has a family—and though the word ‘family’ feels like it's losing its meaning to me, that’s not the case for him."Focus."I dismiss."So, you own a car that you cannot even drive?"She retorts at my dismissal, and when I do not answer, she continues to speak."Figures. But just so you know, a princess like you is way out of depth in this neck of the woods."I roll my eyes for the nth time before staring out the window.My hand reaches for the stereo, but the only music available is blues, so I switch it off before my mind can race.The woman who served me coffee at Vivian’s store and said that the ‘Cha
My legs feel as if they are laden with lead; I cannot bring myself to move towards the men.Each breath I take feels painful against my tightened chest, or perhaps it is the clog in my throat that makes it difficult to breathe, or maybe my body is shutting down, maybe it’s had enough, maybe-A wave of nausea washes over me before dizziness takes charge.What if it was a warning shot? What if-The men drag her limp body from the ground as if mocking my hopeful naivety.“Where are you going!”Vivian’s hand grips against mine, making me realise that I was unconsciously moving towards the scene.“If you go there, he will kill me.”Her panicked face makes me feel better, honestly.She has gotten what she wished for; I do not know if I can be with him—no, I know. I can't be with someone who resembles my father. I cannot be with someone who can harm another that I adore; I cannot be with someone who has the capacity to turn me into a monster because, for the life of me, I cannot quite figure
Trigger Warning: Gore Dominic J. Lewis There was nothing that could be said about his fury, nothing about his worry and nothing about his guilt. "He still won't say anything to us, boss. He insists on speaking to you alone." His worker uttered as he walked into the abandoned building. Dominic’s clothes still reeked of the hospital and the blood from last night after holding Ruby, who was barely breathing by the time the doctors asked him to leave. He had held her before, but she had never felt smaller in his arms. Her body’s regeneration marvelled the doctors, but her skull warranted talks of irreversible brain damage with some comments of ‘but she has a good chance at survival’ as if they could soothe him; he wanted to know his mate in her perfection, not with half of her mind away. His hand gripped the bat he was offered at the door tighter before dragging it across the ground to where ‘Simon' sat, tied up, bleeding and semi-asleep. "And Vivian, have they found her yet?” Dom
Dominic J. LewisSimon's body fit in the black body bag with ease—with too much ease, given the amount of information he died holding. He shouldn’t have killed him before ‘Ian’ gave him Ruby’s dossier."Boss."He turned to his right-hand man, Ian and took the file offered titled 'Ruby Mallory Clive'.“Did you find anything new?”“No, unfortunately, all reports on her stopped after she married the Alpha of Dermot.”Dominic nearly tossed the folders against the man.“And is there anything on the Alpha?”“No. All reports were sealed after their marriage.”Sealed?An irritated sigh left his lips before he turned to Ian.“What does that mean? Are they royals?”“From what I can piece, no. they do not have ties to the throne, but they do have allies in high places.”Fuck.He groaned again; his mate was proving more dangerous by the minute.A person with her background would never accept him as he was; for him to get a chance to steal her fully from her Alpha, he needed to be an actual charmi
The sun feels brilliant against my skin. Thank heavens for a break from that dull and mundane room. My mind drifts to the hunk who announced himself as my fiancé. Green eyes, tall, buff and chiselled with mussed dark brown hair, a scar and a dangerous aura—Katherine...you did it right. A smile crosses my lips as I imagine the kind of naughty and not-so-naughty things would get into to pass the time. The heat clawing up my skin makes me feel like giving myself to him, but even I know he might not be okay with me like this. I hate the guilt of disappointing him when I don’t recall the time we spent together and the moment we fell in love or, worse, some critical matters like what if he has allergies, and I almost kill him because I forgot them? Are those with amnesia permitted to date and get married without critical information? The nurse pushes the wheelchair toward the left path, and the sound of the water splashing from the fountain, coupled with the breeze carrying the scent of
It's been a week since my discharge from the hospital. My house with Lewis is huge and unfamiliar with only two permanent staff, a maid who, it seems, was paid not to talk to me and a gardener; the rest come on demand. Among the things I adore about it is that it overlooks the ocean.I love the smell of the ocean, the salt and sand, the sulphates and heat...it reminds me of a home I am not certain that I can reach anymore.What is that feeling? A homesickness for a place one does not know.Funnily enough, sometimes I find myself hating the scent, the loudness of the waves, the tides that ruin our fence, the heavy storms the sea causes and the terrifying inky darkness that consumes it when the moon is not out.It is a weird love-hate relationship that leads me to spend most of my mornings gazing out the window because, despite how I feel about it, it’s there, it's stable, and it’s the only thing that feels real.My life doesn’t feel real.My wardrobe is filled with clothes that do not