Braylon started the message when everyone gathered around. Imogen was a few meters away from him with Camiona standing next to her, they both exchanged irritating glances before focusing on what Braylon had to say. “Everyone had tons of memories here, both good and bad memories. But the Quarians are back, they are after us. In two days, they will surround this place. We have to start moving as soon as possible, we have to make things fast, the prediction may be faster than predicted.”Braylon announced as the crowd was very disturbed at the same time sad to leave the mansion. He dismissed the crowd and walked past Imogen like she was invisible. She smirked and turned to head to her room when Camiona’s voice stopped her. “I knew you would bring bad luck to this place the moment you stepped into this mansion,” she said. Imogen didn’t exchange glances or look back at her. She decided to walk on and ignored her. Camiona shot her a dead glar
Braylon walked onto Camiona after Imogen’s final disappearance. He put on a serious face and looked into her eyes suspiciously. She noticed this and started to avoid his gaze. “I see you’ve come to see her off,” he said. On the other hand, trying to figure out the range between her and Imogen. Camiona hesitated for a while trying to hide her true self but the obnoxious words that silently slipped out of her tongue “B***h!” wasn't able to. “Yeah, she’s our guest at least,” she managed to say. Arrogantly staring back at him, “I should see her off,” she added.Braylon was more doubtful. He knew her response spoke a lot for a reason that he was clearly sure of. Everyone knew Camiona was capable of doing anything since her father was the alpha of a pack. Not only was she mated to Oliver because he was her mate but to maintain peace between the two packs. She walked off while Braylon suspiciously stared at the sight of her leaving. He beckoned to one of the
Braylon found her strange, he frowned his brows and looked at her eyes once again. It was pleading desperately for his affection. He cleared his mind and decided to lie in bed with her. He raised up the blanket and she moved in a little. She rested her head on his chest as soon as his head reached the pillow and wrapped her arms around him.Braylon found this strange like it was nothing he had done before, he played along by wrapping an arm around her shoulders to hold her more tightly to him. She adjusted within his arms till she found comfortability and slowly closed her eyes. Oliver slightly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and his healing wound made him grunt in pain. His head went tinnitus for a moment before he finally regained his vision. His breathing was heavy and difficult to control. He attempted to move from his current position when he realised his both hands were being tied to a pillar upwards. He grunted as the pain increased. He had already become pale having l
Braylon took Imogen’s hand off his chest just when she fell deeply asleep. Carefully, he got out of the blanket and got to his feet. He silently walked out of the room and locked the door behind him. He removed the keys and swung it around his figures while walking down the hallway. He headed to his room humming in achievement. He opened his door slowly and shut it behind him. He flung the key to a corner of the room just when he saw a figure in front of him sitting seductively on a side of his bed. He looked at her with devouring eyes as he tore his white shirt into pieces, the buttons detached forcefully and rolled to different places.Exposing his six muscular abs, he ran his fingers through his hair and breathed heavily like he had run from some meters away. The figure removed her hat and swung her hair backwards, she crossed her leg and smiled seductively at Braylon just as he got on top of her and pinned her to the bed.She giggled at his touch. Braylon planted a kiss on her f
Imogen was surprised to see a complete clone of Oliver in front of her. She was stunned and scared thinking she had just got caught by a quarian. She was trembling inside her. She was scared as to what will happen to her now that she has been caught. The clone was a clear version of Oliver. There wasn’t any visible difference between the real Oliver and the clone. His lips, brows, eyeballs and facial expressions were all the same. She, on the other hand didn’t think of him as a clone but as a Quarian who just caught her in the act.But one thing she was not sure of was the fact that he looks at her the way Oliver does. That on one side gave her reassurance that he was not a quarrian. This still confuses her of his real identity. She looked back at Oliver and back at the clone confusingly. “Who the f**k are you?” she hummed forcing his hand off her mouth and released herself from his tight grip against her left arm. The figure breathed and removed his hand from her mouth. He placed th
“Are you toying with me? Now you’ve got some splitting powers. Your tricks aren’t gonna work on me, I’m going to save Oliver no matter what,” Imogen blurted, without giving the clone a chance to speak, he was there struggling to have his chance to speak. He was frustrated and confused.She attempted to take a step but the new version of Oliver didn’t move an inch, she bumped into him for the second time. Instead of looking up at him, she looked at the clone instead with so much frustration in her voice. “Seriously? Are you gonna keep doing this? Out of my God damn way!” she scowled. “That’s not me, I swear,” He finally managed to say. “What do you mean it’s not you?” “He’s definitely one of them,” “Who are you talking to?” The new version of Oliver scowled furiously. Imogen didn’t exchange glances with him, not even did she notice his expression. She threw her hands up in annoyance almost hitting his face. “Your twin right th
The maid dashed into the woods running as fast as she could just as Imogen was right behind her, following her closely. She was determined to get rid of her. The urge of getting rid of her was boiling inside her. She wasn’t in her right senses any more. Not even could she recognise anyone at the moment, her main focus was getting rid of the maid. Her eyes were still blue and devilish.The maid continuously checked for her as she ran to the extent of sweating her whole life out and using her werewolf powers likewise Imogen was no joke either, she was faster than she ever thought she would be.In the process of trying to escape from Imogen, the maid lost the sight of her and bumped into a hard solid chest which made her fall to the floor cringing backwards and panting in terror. She was terrified and afraid thinking that Imogen was in front of her. A drop of tear rolled down her cheeks as she almost pee in her pants, she screamed at the thought of it without looking up to who was in fron
Imogen opened her eyes slightly and sat up to see Braylon sleeping on a chair next to her. A smile formed across her face at the sight of him sleeping peacefully. At the moment, her eyes scrutinised every part of his body, remembering his look alike she saw at the quarian’s. Everything about him was different. She could pick out the part that he was more handsome and charming. Even while sleeping, she could tell that he was real. Overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to touch him, she slowly uncovered herself from the blanket just as she noticed that her dress was changed into an armless free short gown. She walked close to Braylon and locked her fingers into his as her other hand did justice in caressing his handsome face without interrupting his sleep. When she noticed he could wake up if she had gone any further, she slowly withdrew from him, forgetting that her fingers were still locked with his. She was held back by his firm grip. She looked back to see his eyes closed. Imo
It almost felt like she was dreaming. She could feel her leg swinging in the air and her arms wrap around two muscular shoulders. What she didn’t understand was why were her legs in the air? She could feel movement though but do not understand anything that was going on. She could feel the weakness in her joints that she almost groan in pain. She opened her eyes slightly as she could see herself moving towards a field outside the mansion.What is this? What is happening? She thought to herself. She looked down to see her legs floating, “Oh god!!” she panicked. She looked to the side to see what was supporting her and saw two guys smiling at her. She was relieved, at least she’s not what she thought she was doing. Floating. She looked forward to see Braylon and Oliver standing and smiling at her. The guys put her down immediately they got in front of them. Imogen was confused. “Was that really necessary?” she asked as Braylon choose to ignore her question. “Do you sleep well my
Pausing for a moment, she wiped her tears away. “Why did you use me?” She asked. He stepped closer whilst Imogen stepped backwards.“I would wait in that room every day, stare outside the room, hoping you could show up just like you had disappeared. Every minute I breathed, I was thinking of ways to make my powers work so I could lift your fucking curse and what? you used me in return and ditched me like I was some leftovers. I had loved you through those five years without, for a minute, loathe you for not returning.” She breathed and yelled.Holding back her tears, “I missed you very, very much.” She ran her fingers through her hair and couldn’t even look at Braylon. Braylon was overwhelmed with emotions. He is on the verge of crying at any moment. At this point, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He had to tell her exactly what his reasons were. “It wasn’t my wish to deceive you. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you that you have to die for the curse to be lifted, so I had to. If I’m
“What!?” They both looked back to her standing behind them. She had this straight face and a scowl took over when their eyes met. Braylon took steps towards her trying to cover what she had obviously just found out.“You deceived me for your own cause?” she asked as disappointment swapped in. “No, you have to understand. I…I can explain things to you,” Braylon tried to hold her hand but she shifted away from his touch. She looked at him one last time regretting. All she had done was waited and longed for him for the past five years thinking he loved her and he would come back.A drop of tear rolled down from her eyes. Braylon started to realise he was a jerk. He could feel how sad she was and the feelings of betrayal in her eyes. He could see that at that moment nothing he says would make any difference. He stepped away from her, looking away from her. She scoffed and wiped away her tears, sniffing. “Do you love me?” she asked but got no response from Braylon.“I must be stupid to h
Her speed was getting faster and faster, running further into the woods without any specific destination. Her eyes were filled with intense anger. She got these long sharp fangs, distorted face and rough skin. She was sneering at the same time panting heavily. Her bare foot had gone bruised and cold. Her dress was drenched in Ryan’s blood. She now looked like a queen who ran away from her inauguration after murdering her own king with is exactly what happen. She pulled to a rough stop as soon as a soft breeze blew towards her. Immediately, she was assuaged and calm, still panting. She looked around suspiciously like she noticed the presence of something around her. She was grunting. She looked back and forth continuously without sighting anyone. Her next step made her stopped suddenly, she turned back to see a figure in front of her with a welcoming smile. The smile disappeared when he saw her eyes. Staring and ready to devour him. She turned her head like a zombie and snarled at
Getting to the private reserved room, the waitress stopped at the door and took her leave after showing her the room. The guest nodded and gave her a small tip in appreciation. She opened the door to see her boyfriend seated at the side of a table dressed in an expensive and fitted suit. He had a nice hair cut and was looking more handsome than he ever was to her. He was about a normal height, hot and young that any girl could trip for. He is just as rich but not as rich as her.She blushed in secret as he stood up to pull her into a warm hug. “Damn! Imogen, you look stunning,” he said as he gave her a soft squeeze. She groaned at it and released her from the hug. He pulled out a chair for her and had her seated opposite him. He held her hand and she continued to blush, stealing glances at him. It’s not like it’s their first time going on a date, she was just shy because it was their first anniversary together. Her boyfriend rang the call bell and a waitress arrived after some sec
Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***She had been alone in her dark lonely empty room for a year now. Grandma Aubrey was on the other hand concerned that she might get herself killed at that moment. She headed to her room and opened the door to her doing yoga on her bed. The room was unexpectedly clean, well-kept and cold. It was literally freezing outside and she kept the windows open widely. She was just there doing her thing. She does not seem bothered or shivering at all but her skin was pale and her face was all matured, very different from when she just got into the mansion. She had cut her long curly hair short. She now has a bob hairstyle with some s
For the next couple of seconds, Imogen was touched by his apology. She turned to lock eyes with him. He looked so charming, stood right there with the most sincere face she has ever seen him with. "You said what?" She wanted to hear him again. "I'm sorry…." He looked down. Just as Imogen walked onto him, she smiled. When she got to him, she pulled him into a kiss. They fell on the bed behind them. Imogen stopped and looked at him. "I didn't know you look this sexy while apologising," she smiled.He turned her over and now he was on top. He kissed her like he had missed her for a very long time. Imogen looked up while he kissed her neck which sent sensations her whole body. She wasn't believing it not until he pulled the blanket over then smiling down at her.***When Imogen realised what she was doing, it was already over . Grandma Aubrey walked into the bedroom and found them naked beside each other. She had waited a long time in her room for I
“Did you just ask me to shut it, you know you're being rude right?” “So, what are you going to do?” she retorted, stepping an inch closer to him. “Tie me down and beat me up this time?”“Not totally a bad idea,” he smirked and carried her bridal style to her side of the bed while she struggled to get down, hitting her palm against his chest to let her down.He didn’t hesitate, he forcefully dropped her on the bed and left her bouncing. He then grabbed her two hands and reached for a rope lying beside the bed. He placed her hand over her head and tied them to the bed rail. She stopped moving when she looked up to see that her hands were tied and there was no way she could escape. But Braylon had tied her in a way that she could move well in her sleep. He stood there and stared at her, watching the way she stared at him with hatred in her eyes. On the other hand, Imogen was getting irritated with the way he looked at her. It was like his eyes were scrutinising her entire body. “Do
‘After all this while, a normal human with incredible and disastrous powers? The madman at the party? Numerous attacks? I’m just f**king realising that she is the owner, what it meant by not rising our curse is that’ “she is the owner!” Braylon thought as he couldn’t help but mutter his last sentence.Oliver looked confused. He neither could understand the situation nor could he understand what Braylon was saying. “Braylon? What is going on?”Braylon looked at him puzzled, stunned at the same time. “The reason why I couldn’t use my powers. I mean, the curse that was imposed on the alphas. She…. she can lift that curse,” “Wait, that means…Oh! My! God! The last heir to the Crawford…. Imogen Crawford,” he replied within the period of time his memory flashed back to the hospital. He had seen her name on her identity card, also at her house on her award crystal. “Now I know exactly why she’s like that,” Braylon said.