The Villain

The VillainI lie on the bench, throwing my arm over my head as I try to fall asleep against the sun beating down on my face."MORGAN PIERCE?!"Someone bellows my name above me and I groan as I open an eye to peek up at my very pissed Gym teacher. His whistle hangs from his thick neck as he glares down at me with his hands on his hips. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" I say defensively.His jaw clenched. "You'll be in the middle of the principal's office with your ass on a suspension note if you don't start moving."I tsk as I sit up. "No can do sir. I've just been diagnosed with sports dyslexia

The Villain"Freya! What's with the sage?" My nose scrunches up as I'm assaulted with the woodsy stench. I move to open the windows as my twin sister twirls around the room in her yellow ball dress."I'm dispelling all the negative energy, I'm getting a lot... right... here," She singsongs jabbing the sage in my face. I bat it away and she continues dancing and wrinkling the dress Gia probably spent her retirement money on."You're gonna go to the ball smelling like Grandma if you don't quit it. You think the Alpha wants to marry you when you smell like an 112 year old cat lady."She doesn't stop to answer me, "If our energies match, he'll like me either way.""Maybe

The VillainI groan as I throw the covers off my body, textbooks and coloured pens falling to the floor with it. I rip open the door and march down the stairs to the living room."Can you guys keep it down?" I yawned. "I have a test tomorrow, for fucks sake." I start to head back up when a high pitch squeal breaks out, followed by someone calling my name. I pry my eyes open for the first time since coming downstairs and glare at everyone.Garret's grinning beside an ecstatic Maya, who can't stop bouncing in her seat. Freya is at the fireplace, drawing symbols with the soot from the dead fire. My eyes go to Gia next and the look on her face sobers me up. "So, I garner it went well," I say, not even attempting to

The VillainPeople might describe me as abrasive.Of course, I don't agree. I simply show little concern for the feelings of others because I don't give a shit about your problems when I have my own. If that's abrasive well fuck, I'm abrasive.But I'm not like that all the time. It's people like Morrison and his balls-scratching heathens you call football players that bring out the worst in a girl like me.I ignore their calls and whistles as I bring a family of four their order. The Dad thanks me then does a double-take at my boobs. He's almost drooling at my tits until his wife smacks him upside the head and he looks down at the greasy tables to avoid me as I place the meals on their table. The wife glares at m

The KnightMy wolf took over and for once, I didn't fight it. I let him run his nose along her creamy skin taking in her scent like an addict on his last hit. Feeling the way her body relaxed into mines, loving the way her pulse dance erratically as my teeth grazed the curve of her neck.My whole body tingles from the way our bodies are pressed together and it's driving my wolf mad. He wants her. He wants to mark her right here and right now. The need building like a tsunami inside of me. It's taking everything within me to fight him off. But I'm losing the fight. My teeth clamp onto her before I could stop it, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to send a message. She was mine. I would have her, even if I have to level this entire place to get her. Morgan lets out a moan so low and sultry I almost nut in my pants from the sound. Retracting my canines, I let my tongue lave at the bruised skin. Soothing, tasting, apologizing for t