Slowly and painfully I opened my eyes, vision blurred, whole body aching, head pounding loudly, and tried to sit when I heard some shuffling somewhere in the room. "Relax." The depth and intensity of his voice nearly gave me a heart attack, I looked up before blinking to get rid of dizziness and met with the icy cold gaze of the man who had ruined me for everything. I tried to see but before I could ask him what happened, he was already beside my side and helped me to sit and placed pillows behind my back, making my body comfortable. I didn't resist instead enjoyed his hospitality for a few minutes before he could turn into a savage beast. He turned around without looking at me, and went to another corner, before grabbing an embroidered cup and taking long strides towards the bed. "Here. Drink this." He gave me the same cup. I looked confusedly at him because in the cup there was a strange-looking thick liquid instead of water, what I was expecting. "What's this?" My voice
Michael looked fearfully at Lucifer, with eyes as wide as Victoria's legs when he was fucking her and his body trembling. Victoria looked petrified at Lucifer, his eyes were shining with fury and his fists were clenched tightly. "Get out, Victoria." Lucifer gritted. His annoyance and rage increased with every single breath Michael was taking. "No! Please! I was the one who-" "I SAID GET OUT!" Lucifer growled as the entire room shook with his words. Victoria let out a startled scream when Lucifer grabbed Michael by his head and smashed it on the wall nearby, blood seeping out like a waterfall of red liquid. Michael groaned in agony, as Lucifer threw him across the room, shattering the glass table as Michael's bare back hit the table. Threads of glass pierced his skin, making small several red holes in his back. "Stop it! Please!" Victoria screamed, tears falling through her eyes like the blood seeping through Michael's body, fresh and raw. "What's happening?" A familiar s
His words stirred both fear and confusion inside me. Was his feelings for me that intense that he himself didn't knew what did he felt for me? Was I that difficult to love or was he incapable of love but was trying to love me? Different and raw emotions were slowly igniting in me, making me feel what I shouldn't had. "I-I don't understand." I stammered, wanting to knew what did he meant. He turned his back away, his fists clenched and his shoulders slowly and steadily moving up like he was taking deep breaths. "You should sleep. Your body is weak." His deep voice engulfed me in it's powerful cage and I swallowed. He don't want to talk about his feelings. Reality sucked me in. Maybe he was afraid to admit his emotions? Maybe he was too stubborn to realized his own sentiments. "Well said. I'm tired." I was tired, both emotionally, mentally and physically. Unclenching of his fists told me how much relieved he was that I was leaving the topic behind but he was so wrong, I wo
I didn't know why but my heart was clenching, the tears were cascading down my face like a waterfall of sorrows. I was trying but failing hard to not cry. I cried. After running away from the hall, I found myself locked inside his room, his chambers, with my face embedded on pillows, his sandalwood smell entering my nostrils, making me remember these words, again and again, laying on my front as my shoulders shook as each painful sob rippled through me like something was squeezing my heart painfully. And it hurts me more that he didn't come after me, even though he knew I was crying. A knock interrupted my thought as I looked towards the door. There stood Draven, in his formal dress suit, leaning against the door wall. I sniffled as I immediately wiped my tears and turned my head away. "What you want?" I asked hoarsely, my throat sore from all the crying. I heard him sigh as his footsteps resonated in the room. "Just wanted to see if you were alright." He said, his voi
Fate was playing games with me and I was nothing but a mere piece of chess. This whole universe was trying to torment me with unwanted presences in my life. But again sometimes these coincidences were nothing but planned by God himself. Nicholas Volkov. The man who tried to hurt Karl, the one who had been making our lives difficult for past few months, was suddenly standing in front of me, with a huge victorious smile on his face. His hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. "The fuck you doing here?!" Elijah growled, protectively standing in front of me. I couldn't think straight, my eyes were wide and my heart was beating erratically. "Me? Oh! come on! I'm just here visiting my family, isn't it sister?" He said glancing at Zahara, who gave him a smirked smile. How in the world was he related to her? "You can't be her brother! I've spent years living and I've visited Zahara many times, never I saw you there!" Elijah said in disbelief. His fists clenching by his sides. I could
"Got me playing with fire Baby hand me the lighter, Taste just like danger, chaotic anger, But I can't stop the rush, No, I can't give you up, And I know you're not good for me, But I fell in love with a devil, I'm under his spell....." Another month I spend in a blur. One month since Zahara had entered my life, one month since Nicholas had graced me with his unwanted presence, and another month since Lucifer had tried to get civil with me. It shouldn't hurt, but it was. I would usually see him at breakfasts, dinners, or when he would come to my room to feed me his blood. But never he tried took mine, though he needed it. He never forced me to sleep with him or dragged me back to his room. My belly was showing now, a lot more. And since I had time to think, I concluded so many things. Like how much I needed my child. This baby growing inside me was now my everything, my life, my demise. "Alaric is a nice name," Elijah said, scooping another spoonful of ice cream
Today, once again I was having feelings that cost me, my babies. I was having feelings that Lucifer rejected eleven months ago. Once again, I was again falling in love. Love, which was limitless and unpredictable. Trapped in his arms, caged in his heart, confined in his eyes, I, for the first time, saw myself sparkling, glistening with delight. Sweet reality engulfed me. He loved me. And with the feelings, his cruelness caressed me. I remembered all the things he did to me, all the darkness he had trapped me in. I still remembered, I never forgot but this, this emotion was overpowering them. He didn't deserve my forgiveness but then again he never asked for one. I blinked away the unshed tears. "Y-you really..love me?" I whispered breathlessly. I still couldn't believe he said those words, that he was being vulnerable to his emotions in front of me. Was he finally considering me a human? His eyes didn't wander from my face as he stared down at me. His blue eyes were trai
My eyes fluttered opened, my vision still? blurry from my sleep. I had woken just in moment when the door opened and the striking man that was my tormentor, walked in. He was quick to be on my side as he helped me sit up. By time time, sleep was gone, I realised that I was naked. Self-consciousness engulfed me and I immediately tightened the hold of sheets around me. I looked up at him and my breathed hitched. His gaze was lingering on me, but today something was different. And then I remembered last night's events. He had confessed his feelings, he let me saw his heart. A warm smile created on my face as I looked up at him. "How are you?" His voice thick velvet, laced with tenderness. I just couldn't believe, this man, the one who wanted me to suffer, was being gentle with me! My happiness was in seventh cloud. I couldn't explain my emotions. "I-I-" I cleared my throat and continued. "I'm fine." I managed to let out. But his eyes were trained on my face, taking my every fea