Alec couldn’t speak in too much irritation and probably, anger. His eyes were so red, like the color of evil itself. The color of blood and war. The color of death. Yes, red can symbolize love like that of a rose. But it could symbolize many things such as what I have mentioned already.I know what I am doing is a big risk, but I have to try regardless. I need to save the innocent lives of those people who chose to stand by my side. They don’t deserve death like that especially when Alec is the one serving it. He is evil. His soul—if ever he has one which I doubt—deserves to rot in hell all together with his evil subordinates, especially Vienna. If only I am given a chance, I will really kill her. With the anger I am feeling for her, I won’t miss it for sure. She is just lucky that I am not capable enough to do that especially with the given circumstance. Because if only I was capable enough and there is no Alec blocking my way, I would have surely done it, given of course with the he
Lea’s POVI kept my eyes closed until my breathing gradually subsided. I was lying on the bed, without any covering under the blanket. Carter is lying beside me while planting feathery kisses on my shoulder. I turned my back on his chest so I could feel his warm body pressing against my back. I stayed still, tired of what we just did."What do you want to eat, hmm?" he whispered huskily. His hug tightened on me.I sighed and opened my eyes."Anything."He held my hand and lifted it up towards his lips. He sealed it with a little kiss. "Just don't go with Emery. I know you're tired. Let's just cuddle here.""But I've already said yes to her. That is rude you know.""I'll just tell her that you're tired." He intertwined our fingers and buried his face on my neck. “She would understand for sure.”I really want to be with him. But with my body's state, I'd rather sleep. So I just agreed with Carter's wishes. I'm sore and weak. I’m not in the right disposition to do anything else. I just w
“Jaxon is outside,” just when Mom said that, I smelled a werewolf’s scent, Jaxon’s scent.Landon glanced at me with a darker expression. Of course he doesn’t like Jaxon. But then they are even because Jaxon feels the same. We just finished cooking pancakes and watching a football game while Mom throws question every now and then. I was a little uneasy about it though because I felt Mom has doubts on Landon, but the way I see it, Landon isn’t the least bit affected and is all polite to her. Well, maybe he’s trying to impress her. I would love that kind of effort given to my mother but as much as I want that, I also don’t want to put too much pressure on Landon’s shoulders. I don’t want him to feel that he has to force himself into doing something just for me. I don’t mind if he would show a little irritation or something, but he didn’t. or maybe he just really doesn’t mind.“I told him that you visited. He told me he is coming,” Mom went on.“When did you tell him? It’s just early in t
“While I was in Alec’s manor, I discovered something,” I said to Landon while I was leaning on his chest after our heated lovemaking. It was when I had the time to talk about what happened in the manor. I never had the chance earlier because I was too busy dealing with how badly I missed Landon and all I just wanted was for him to touch and kiss me. who can blame me anyway? We were just done with our second and the real wedding, and we were in the middle of our honeymoon but Alec ruined it all, imprisoned me at his goddamn manor and put me chained in a grand bed, disabling me from doing anything for the whole eleven days. Can you imagine how much pains I have went through within those days? One couldn’t imagine.“What did you discover?”“Elizabeth had a family.”“She had?”“Yes. She was adopted. But her adopted father did something that made her run away from home. You heard about different sects that dominated Great Britain in late 18th century? She was an heiress of an influential s
Slowly, the glittering thing above me became clear. It's a chandelier. I am in my room, in my bed. My sweat was dripping and I didn’t know why I was feeling so nervous."Don't worry, she is just fine," it was a familiar voice. Is it our family doctor?I closed my eyes for several seconds. When I opened it again, I froze when I saw my father's worried face, his sea-green eyes reflecting mine. I gulped, suddenly confused as to why I was feeling scared.I was about to ask what happened when I suddenly remembered something. It was as if I were drenched in cold water when everything I heard in the study came back to me. If there is a stronger feeling than being horrified, then that is what I'm feeling."I'll take my exit now, Lord Alzaro."Dad nodded at the doctor. I was gripped tightly by the blanket when the two of us were left there. My father never showed me violence. He always understands me, that it makes me feel guilty to be scared of him now."What is wrong, Eli?"I slowly climbed
I stared at the torn parts of the diary. It just stopped there and my mind was left with so many questions that I think it could blow my head off. What was that? Why did Elizabeth wrote about her and those people? And take note, there was no special abilities mentioned. Even her didn't describe that there was something supernatural with herself when she was supposed to be a full blooded vampire—someone who was supposed to be very much capable of protecting herself. But on the first part, it was obviously stated that she feared that Mr. Deluca and how fortunate she was that Weston and Lucian arrived that time and saved her from the bastard's hands.And why do I feel like something had developed between her and Lucian? And how she described each detail of the events that took place that time, it was all humanly. I have lot of questions about the happenings, all right. Like the sects and all, but of course it took place probably a century ago, and most likely not in United States. I supp
Everyone's eyes went to me. I was caught off guard. I could not speak immediately."I told you so, Adelle. You shouldn't trust anyone easily," Lucian said.Adeline looked at me, shocked too. I shook. How did it happen that it was found in my room? I didn't steal anything!"N-No! I didn't do it, Lady Adeline! I don't know how that got to my stuff!""How are you going to explain the evidence, then?" Venice asked.I did a quick thinking."What about CCTVs in the hallways?""It was already checked. The past days, no one entered Adeline's chambers except the four of you. And I also don't know who took it. But who knows you hid it somewhere in your dress? Because it can be seen on CCTV?" Lucian, raised an eyebrow at me.My fist clenched, trembling. The corner of the eye heats up with excessive irritation.“I didn’t steal anything,” I insisted.Lucian smirked. "The evidence is right in front of you, Miss Elizabeth. My sister's necklace was found in your belongings. Isn't that enough to prove
I just quietly obeyed his command so that we could finish there. I got a black dress shirt on his rack of clothes. I handed it to him."Here," I said.His forehead creased. Did not accept."What? You said you want a black–""Help me wear it. Do I have to say that too?"I sighed and swallowed all the irritation and impatience. Remember your goals, Serra. Be patient. Just a little more patience.I helped him put the sleeves on each arm. I held my breath because of the irritation. He noticed it. I know because I saw mockery in his eyes as he watched me buttoning his shirt. He badly wants to torture me and this is his way. My anger and misery satisfies him."I can see that you don't like doing this. Why not give up, instead? Just tell me what I want to know and you'll be freed."I finished the last button before looking up at him. I equaled his dark stare with dauntless eyes filled with grit."Thank you, but no. I don't intend to give up. I'd rather be killed."His eyes grew grimmer by th