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Being a confirmed bachelor just made it easier to flit around from one woman to another and deny any commitments that might cause questions. Beautiful women in L. A was not in short supply, but there was only one woman like Elsa. He smiled at the thoughts that Lydia had when she spotted Elsa and him together. She raged with envy. She should. Elsa was divine. If only she knew how she looked when he came upon her. Her back was to him and her head was tilted slightly while she examined the painting; A painting that he bought for her. She was a vision and no piece of art in that place could match how lovely she was. He scanned her thoughts when he spoke to her and found she was very modest. She didn't think she was worth the attention he gave her and allowed what little confidence she had, to vanish when Lydia showed up. How wrong she was. So he decided to go see her again. Unfortunately, when he went to see her again he ditched Jason. There would be hell to pay when he went home. Again
The Slave Queen Your presence is everything
Jason understood the pressure Lucas was under. He knew his role in the association was essential to the survival of both their races. Now, there was this girl…that affected him to the likes that Jason had never witnessed before. It threw a wrench in the enormous responsibilities that Lucas already had. Yes, he wanted him to be happy, but this couldn't have come at a worse time. Now Jason would make sure she was protected also because Lucas wished it. He looked at him, “There's a storm coming.”“Yes, there is,” Lucas said seriously.The next week went by entirely too fast and Elsa threw herself into her classes because it seemed to be the only way that she could try and erase the tall handsome stranger.That following Friday Tanya sat in the bleachers beside Linda, while Friday afternoon track practice was occurring on the field below. She was working on an essay that was due on Monday. While Linda, being her usual self, was watching football practice.Linda's latest obsession, Ted Wi
The Slave Queen Anger and attachments
He turned away from her curious stare, “You should leave. I'm in no mood for company tonight.”Her eyes lit up as she figured out what he was feeling. It was quite simple after knowing him for a few centuries. Her crimson lips pulled into a sensual smile. She laid her long scarlet painted fingernails on his desk, pausing to look at the new grooves carved into the shiny lacquered top, before walking around it toward him trailing them beside her. She didn't ask him about the damage on the desk. “What is it Lucas that makes you—look--happy?”He focused his irritated violet stare on her, “You always were a persistent bitch, weren't you Celeste? Always showing up when you're not wanted.”She asked, “You always get irritable when I show up. I think you're hiding your affection for me.” She knelt before him placing her long elegant fingers on his thighs. “Are you going to tell me why you feel amorous tonight, my Prince?” He despised her when she called him that, “I think you'd better le
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She wasn't prepared for the overwhelming enigma that he created by seeing him in the bright lights of the hospital. He was truly charismatically masculine and even with her lack of experience with men, she could see that he oozed sexuality. Her breath caught in her throat. She must've looked like a fool with her jaw hanging open. All she could muster was, “I didn't hear you come in.” Truth is, the words were very hard to speak, but she managed with hardly a stutter.He smiled, “You seemed preoccupied.” He walked up beside her and set the pillow on the bed.She could feel her heart thud in her chest as he approached her. His dark curls fell slightly to his shoulders and dusted his brow in sharp contrast to his blue-indigo gaze. Then when he spoke, his deep voice laced with that sensual Scottish brogue was utterly hypnotic. She couldn't help but be fixated on him. Again, she must have looked silly, just staring, not saying a word. Thoughts filled her about the past week and how she cou
The Slave Queen Jealousy radiating
When she tilted her head with a puzzled expression on her face, he wanted to kiss her. She had no idea how positively alluring that look of innocence was. However, he wasn't ready to kiss her. He knew it would be too much for him to handle and this wasn't the place. “I meant,” he added, “I was smitten the first moment I saw you several weeks ago, then when you showed up at the auction, I knew I had to find out where you lived.” He lied dispelling her worries.“How did you find out?”“You took a cab home from the auction. I saw the company name on the door and I contacted the company and found where they dropped you.” Another lie.“You watched me leave?” her eyes widened slightly. Did that mean that he was interested in her? She couldn't help but feel a thrill go through her to know that this man followed her out of the building last Sunday. If anything women would be following him everywhere. “I didn't want you to leave, and yes, I watched.” This wasn't a lie.She couldn't help but s
The Slave Queen Bewitched by Her
The woman was completely sinless. He let a smile pull at the corners of his lips. There was nothing more than he wanted to do at that moment, but to teach her some sins. He stared at her for a moment longer, then slowly grinned, “Accept what I say to you Elsa, I never give compliments lightly.”She flushed even more than she thought possible. Yet, with every will of her being she didn't want him to leave despite her embarrassment. She didn't even know his name, or who he was, but she was fascinated by his presences that she completely forgot to ask him. She felt so undeserving of his attention because she thought he was too perfect, yet over and over, she kept seeing him and now, here he was with her. Is this a dream? Could he be real? Without thinking she reached up and touched his cheek to see if he was genuine. She traced her fingers along his strong jaw and saw the muscle bulge as he clenched his teeth at her stroke. Instantly, she felt ashamed. She had no right to just touch
The Slave Queen Most powerful shapeshifter
When Elsa reached for a glass of water off of the side table he reached for it first, trying to do his best to please her Tanya glanced at Linda and felt a twinge of sympathy for her. After numerous attempts to get Ted to notice her, even rudely interrupting the conversation a few times, she gave up and slumped in a nearby chair sulking. Doctor Evens came in at that moment to „check on the progress of the swelling. He removed the ice packs and noticed that the swelling was almost gone, along with all the bruising. He asked her to wiggle her toes and she did without any pain or discomfort. Tanya swore she heard him mumble something about Doctors being put out of business. He ordered more x-rays and asked that Elsa was left alone so she could rest. Tanya and the others agreed. They all said their goodbyes. Ted's seemed to take the longest as he didn't want to leave.Elsa had more x-rays done and they came back good. There wasn't any sign of the three fractures, just calcification aro
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No one knew exactly how old Valear was, but he was in true mythical form. He always wore his trademark full length black robes. It reminded Lucas of the frocks the priests would wear in the sixteenth century. It takes many centuries, maybe even eons to transform into such a horrific state of the walking dead. Most horrid were Valear's eyes that had long ago changed into solid crimson grotesque orbs that in contrast, jumped out from his boney face. Lucas was over seven hundred years old and still regained his mortal appearance if he were still twenty-four. There were others he knew of that were much older than he, and still did not display such features. In fact, according to them there were very few differences between them in appearance as when they were mortal. Valear's flesh was so thin and pale, it was almost transparent. His veins were visible under the pasty flesh. His face was long and thin, framed by ghostly white hair in deep contrast of his blood red lips. He was a true the
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