The day was already darkening when I entered house. It's barely an amusing experience anymore. Coming home used to be so exciting, untill I found out how blind I was.It was all perfect before. I never lacked anything in my life and I was the little beauty princess for my parents. I never knew what it meant to sleep on an empty stomach. I never knew the pain of not being able to afford anything you. How it feels like to work day and trying to make a living. The long endless shifts, where people are telling you what to do and not the other way around. I was so gullible and naive then. I didn't know the consequences of not being educated as women and practically not having a brain at all.My family was the wealthiest in town. Yes, was.We owned a very big mansion and all kinds of expensive cars. I could drive any car I wanted. I remember then I had my best friend. We were inseparable. He was like my best big brother. I talked to him about things and he talked to me. Soon he went to coll
When I got in the house Marc was not home. God only knows who's hole he's shoving his d*ck in right now.Still it is way better when he's not home. I go upstairs to my bedroom, and just threw my purse on the bed. Kicking off my heels, my feet are killing me.I go to take a hot shower. I needed it after such a long day. The hotel is always busy with people on vacations, business trips and some running away from their wives/husbands. At least unlike Marc they have the audacity to hide their dirty deeds.After the shower I didn't even bother to eat. I had already eaten something at work and now just needed a serious rest. I felt extremely exhausted and even felt like throwing up at some instances.Maybe it's because Marc's cologne is all over my bed. And those resent girls he has been diligent to bring home.I curled myself inside the blankets and shut my eyes. Forcing myself to sleep because I didn't want to think about how broken my life is.I couldn't though. It seems impossible. No m
Warning: Disturbing content maybe disturbing to some viewers. I got the sense I had landed in the hospital. Still I couldn't vividly remember how I got here. I was wondering what happened that made me wake up in this place when the doctor announces very shocking news to me. That I'm pregnant. It's impossible. Marc is infertile and I thought he couldn't possibly make anyone pregnant.But it's been three weeks now pregnant. It makes sense since I tried to satisfy my husband three weeks ago only to be told I'm the worst experience since his 'new b*tches'. It still burns. Sometimes I wonder why do I even try.Now that I'm carrying his baby it's even worse. I don't think I want my kids to be fathered by a monster like him.It was just a hard pill to swallow.The pregnancy now explained the mood swings and angry stomach. The tiredness and morning sicknesses. And to think that was all just stress.At some point, I do wish it isn't true. I even feel like losing the baby, but I can't. My cons
I was discharged from the hospital and I was still not yet fully recovered . I didn't even know I'd I ever recover. Not only I've lost my child but my chance of being a mother one day.This made me feel like killing him. And not just killing but be the one that holds the fork burning him in hell. After all the hell he's put me through, this was the worst.And it was time I decided it was the last. I couldn't leave like this anymore, I need help. I'd rather sleep on the streets than sit for this.I arrived home it was quite. I got the preview from the neighbors of what had happened. Marc is under lock and key. Lucky enough one of the neighbors heard me when I was crying and called for help.Not that I'm excited that he's in jail. He's going to get a bed, clothes and food to eat. That's like an early retirement for him. He's worth of a lot more than bars. Even hell is not good enough for him.That week I spent oscillate with Marc's case. I was still not feeling well but I had to get rid
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT Finally concurred for all that I'm still frantic.Still in two minds of what to look forward to. Though the alcohol in me guarantees all will be well.The girls landed me one of their lingerie sets and cuffed me up on the bed. They put a blind fold over my eyes. I guess this is what Kellie meant when she said you can't see them.A part of me hoped I get someone who knows what their doing.I may be drunk but I'm still alive.It would be way better if I get the best experience of my life just to at least lift my spirits. Even though I might not even remember the next morning."I'll be sure not to disappoint you," one of the girls which I recognize as Susan says."We're leaving. Someone will be here in a few minutes," Brooke says." I'm ready for whatever you have for me," *I guess* I chuckle nervously." That's the spirit." They both leave, I hear the door shut. The quietness brings a bit of panic. Rethinking my choices in the darkness. Still I feel like it. I do
My hands no longer cuffed. He managed to uncork the cuffs and I don't even know how. Honestly I don't even care.My blindfold is still yet uncovered, I suppose I like the idea of letting my mind run wild.To think of all the endless possibilities.Face down, ass up on the bed his body grind against me. His c*ck smarting deep into my wet hole. He moves like a man that never gets tired. Instead he becomes stronger making my joints weaker.Moans muffled between the mattress beneath me. His other hand piloting my hips while his other locked my arms over my back.His groaning feeling deep like growls. I could feel his vibration all over me.Everything fades leaving only me and him. My scr*ams as he moves faster and faster, curling my toes up in the sheer covers.He roars over my body, we both climax. Falling on top of each other the mattress that carried our fluids. His sweat mixing with mine. Doped with our own fumes. Both fighting for breath, our hearts racing.I lie back in the bed stil
Finally my brain let me hit the sack. Waking up in the morning my body is still a little bit tired. I check the time and it's still seven a.m. in the morning. The sun is already shining from the window eliminating whatever it could touch.Tossing the blankets aside, I go downstairs to the kitchen. Finding myself a few left over pizza slices. When I'm finished eating I go back upstairs again.I remove my clothes tossing them on the bed before seeing the shower. I let the water run over my body. The sound of the dribbling drops over my body so relaxing.Closing my eyes, for some reason my mind keeps playing the events of the night in the club. It's so uncomfortable and some what satisfying.It makes me want to touch myself but I refuse to. I refuse to pleasure myself to a man I don't even know. The more I refuse the more I want. I feel like he's still touching me. The movement of the water setting the mood.I feel like I'm punishing myself by resisting the urge.I finally give in, that
Since I know I can't hide the reason why I'm actually back here I told my parents everything that happened with Marc. They couldn't stop blaming themselves for being so blind letting me get married at such a young age.But I mostly blame myself. I was old enough to use my brain and should have known better.It's already dinner and I help my mother with setting up the table. My father still cooped up in his office, I don't even know what he's doing.Soon Kellie walks into the dining followed by her cousin."Kellie is that you? Where have you been? " my mother jumps to bear hug her." Mrs Walton , so nice to see you, " she responds to mama bear." Ingrid, how are you." She finally turns to the girl standing next to Kellie."This is Ingrid my cousin. The one I've been telling you about, " Kellie says and her cousin responds with a smile. I would say they look more like sisters than cousins. The curly blonde hair, smooth skin and defined jawline."Nice to meet you," I smile holding out m
Right now I'm in Mecury's still shocked by the news. She's Mecury's niece? And it's him who has been hiding her from me all this time. That's why it took so long to find her. “ So all this time you've been hiding her from me. You thought I'd never find out? “ " I know you Tyrian. I know you better than anyone, “ he tells me. Yes it's true we've been friends since we were young. And it was always really weird because not only is he not part of my kingdom, but he's not a wolf either. Neither is he human, he's a vampire. Or rather a vampire king full of mischief. We met in one of many meetings where my father took me. He might look young, but he's a older than me. When I took the the title, he had already been reigning for years now. And he's the only one who seemed to understand me better than the rest. Even though he's a vampire, he doesn't make want to tear his head off everytime I look at him. Well not until today.“ So you haven't tried your chances with her already?" I question
Yes today was supposed to be my wedding day. And that's what the whole kingdom anticipated , and were very unquiet about it. They have been awaiting this day for many years. The day they finally find their queen. What's a great kingdom without the essence of her; they say. Impatient for this very day. And I know they will be disappointed knowing there will be no marriage between me and Valerie. As they all believed that this bring even exaltion to the Kingdom. But I can't bring myself to do this to my own mate. At least she be the one that refuses to take the throne. I didn't take anyone with me , as I left the pack. I guess I'm still not ready yet for everyone to know about my human mate. It's a jarring surprise that an old troublesome friend of my resides in the same. Causing mishaps as he goes. It's not really surprising of him; trouble is his middle name. “ It's been a little while since I last saw Mecury. What kind of trouble is he into this time," Draco wonders as we stop
Tyrian's POV: A few years back at the club: I'm angry as usual. Because someone decided to waste my whole day over nonsense that I don't care. I can't believe I flew all the from home for this. “ It's full of humans," Draco sneers. “ I don't like humans," he adds. Something he has told me a million times already. He says they smell funky, and their weakness makes him feel sick. Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off. “ It was recommended to us by a human. What did you expect?" I question him, already stepping out of the car. Headed to the direction where music is blasting. Already drunk humans, waltzing around some even puking on the trash cans. Worse are those that do it in
I zoned in the car whilst being driven away. I didn't understand what they were so excited about, but I didn't get any answers either. Rain pattering in the windshield as the skies darken further. Being trapped inside the restaurant I didn't see the much change of the weather outside. But now I can smell the storm coming. Lighting softly flickering in the sky, as the mamba black clouds gather. Maybe I'm actually glad they are taking me home. I'd rather be chilling in my room, listening to the rain than working. Or maybe a hot shower, better yet a long hot bath. Soon the car stops in the gate of my house. The rain outside already starting to fall harder. Like rocks hitting against the roof of the car. I step outside rushing to the house, but a strong firm hand stops me. I turn around to meet, Mr. Venandi who's stopping me from moving. “Come with me. There's something I must show you first," his tone commands and yet pleading at the same time. What did he mean? My clothes already
When night came we got ready for dinner. I help my mother in the kitchen prepare dinner for everyone. Everyone else sat in the dining room chatting, silently. With Mr Venandi still around, and seems to be getting along fine with Edward. Even though I'm not a fan of his appearance, I can deny that my son is happy that his father is here. “ You know maybe he's not bad as you think. He really wants to be a part of his son's life," my mother notices my absent mindedness, as I silently work around the kitchen. “ Maybe. But I'm not even sure he's the father. He appeared out of nowhere," I tell her. My mother gives me a prolonged judgemental look after hearing my statement. “ Don't look at me like that. I was desperate," I respond. “ Look I understand. But I doubt a rich man like him would appear out of nowhere and claim to be your son's father," she claims. But who am I to know what rich people are up to these days. I'm not rich anymore. “How do you even know he's rich?" I question her.
My son and I sat in his room gazing out the window. Through the window you can see the thick forest only miles away from our house. Though no one paid much attention to it as no one was allowed to go into the woods. Though at rare times they might go hunting in the forest. But that never stopped my little adventure boy from wondering. So we were duly familiar with the forest. “Well since I’m not allowed to play video games, can you at least let me play in the real trees,” he pleads abiding by the window. I exhale as I thought I might as well get some fresh air since I’m also grounded. “Only if I get to come with you,” I tell him. He beams at me enraptured with joy. “Race you to the river!” he yells carelessly leaping out of the window. “Edward!” I screech my heart caught on my throat. I rush to the window to see him perfectly landed on the ground. “Don’t do that. You going to hurt yourself,” I panic still looking at the distance from the window to the floor. “C’mon mom. Jump!”
A handsome gentleman stands in front of me. His forest green eyes staring back at mine. His soft warm fingers laced around my jaw. I feel lost in his eyes for a moment too long. My brain still processing his words. I finally snap out of his spell, remembering he’s a complete stranger in my kitchen. Sparks fly as his fingers stroke my chin. His touch, his voice, makes all the memories flood back. “Who are you?” I force his hands out of my face. But his hands still manages to get tangled between my fingers. A jolt of electricity flies through my finger, making my stomach flutter. “Mom?” I hear Edwards voice from behind. I break free from the man rushing towards him. I pull him to the side trying to be as quiet as possible. He looks at me confused still holding a video game controller on his hand. “What have I told you about strangers?” I whisper anger still visible in my voice. “But mom he’s not a stranger. He’s my father,” he claims so sure. “You’ve never seen this man before and h
Almost 6 Year's later: In the restaurant I’m still wrapping up ready to leave. It’s already past noon and I should be getting ready to pick my son from school. “Is your car already back?” Ingrid probes concerned. “Are you even okay to come to work?” She searches worries. To be honest I don’t blame her worry. I think I should be equally worried too. But worry is not an option now. Well my car got damaged because a sloshed asshole ran into me last night. But yes I guess clocking off late from work has consequences.“Yes I’m fine, I think. The car still needs a few days,” I report. She sighs looking at me earnestly. “You really need to relax, Avianna,” she says. Well I have no time to relax. Christmas is around the corner, and I owe presents. I can’t just relax.“Christmas is around the corner Ingrid,” I remind her. She rolls her eyes defeated. “But no, my car is not fixed,” I add. “How are you going to fetch Ed from school?” she worries. I sigh, as I think that I possibly
I drove to my first day at work, not expecting more. Not expecting less. Thought still not sure to sign the contract yet. Or rather to trustAs I was expected start working. With Ingrid helping there and there. .And the restaurant really packed for some reason. But the day soon, casually starts and everything seems good. Well as good as place filled with a bunch of rich people can get."Busy day today I guess," I note as more people come in." Yeah. Since Mr. Guerrero took over the restaurant has been growing," Ingrid responds.I'm still speaking with Ingrid when couple comes to me. Her angry husband narrowing his eyes at me."I don't like your attitude and I'm going to tell your boss about it," he points out visibly angry. Well apparently we didn't get along well earlier. Apparently his cup of tea was too cold, then too hot. Typical rich people problems; I should know." Thank you for coming at our restaurant. Please enjoy the rest of your day," I fake a smile, but maybe he expects