The delicacy and how strained the situation we were trapped in was, I was having this delusional feeling inside me that told me that something was about to happen, something inevitable. And be it my intuition or the fear in my chest, my sentiments were certainly affecting my unborn child. Not that I could only feel my child, I could also sense his sentiments. Just like the fear and yet underlying hidden feeling that something inside me was changing. ImI couldn’t exactly feel it completely, but I could feel my child’s heartbeat and his pores inside me growing, expanding. It must have related to something Nicholas had done. Lucifer tsked as he shook his head looking at Nicholas. “We can end this in a way that’ll benefit both of us, Nicholas.” There. There it was. The thing, the feeling that had been clawing me since Lucifer unlike his predator self started to have a civil talk with Nicholas. There was something in his mind that I wasn’t aware of, something cynical and far mo
Blood froze in my veins, the paranoia in my mind was becoming a reality, taking a shape, a turn, a frame, Melissa’s silhouette. The only person that deserved my hatred more than Nicholas, the only woman who had destroyed me once and now she was back to snatch my happiness away from me again. I was startled, scared, terrorised, angry. And all this emotions bottled up as one. The most intriguing one among them was rage. That explained the familiarism. Just because Melissa had taken a different body this time, her selfish self couldn’t be changed. She still was that self-obsessed freaky bitch. “What are doing here, Melissa?” Lucifer asked, his eyes not leaving hers. The more he looked at her, the more my heart shattered, the more I felt the rage to drive my claw into her chest and rip her heart out, the more I wanted to claim Lucifer as mine and the more I felt strange. “We are fated, Lucifer. Where you are, my existence is there.” Her honey laced words were anything but fa
“How are you alive? The last time I remember, you died with me? Then-“ “You don’t shut up, don’t you? Still couldn’t figure out what Lucifer saw in you.” Melissa groaned with annoyance and I held back the urge to roll my eyes. What a scheming wench she was. “If you’re gonna kill me, at least I deserve to know some answers, don’t you think?” I pushed further as she dragged me down the stairs. The spiral stairs were making me nauseous but it was the least of my worries now. Melissa was alive and God knows where Lucifer was. I was unsure if Nicholas was still alive and if there was something wrong with me. Melissa took an incisive turn as we reached the cellars when she let go of me suddenly. “So, you’re gonna kill me here?” I mumbled as I looked around the cellar with only one single, barely enough to see a window that was situated on ground level. The four walls lacked any colour instead of grey concrete walls and floor. I looked amusedly at her as she groaned in frus
“This shit’s getting on my nerves. First you’re telling me that the ancient bad bitchy witch is alive, then you’ve almost succeeded in giving me an heart attack by saying she’s creating a reincarnation spell and third, her body is getting destroyed? Like what the hell? How’s she supposed to reincarnate when her body is destroyed?” Damon groaned in frustration in the phone before speeding towards the forest path. “Calm down, Damon. You just need to go there and note the situation. We’ll handle the rest.” Damon sighed and shook his head. “I’m doing all this because I trust you, Draven. Don’t make me regret this.” Damon could hear Draven sighing and heaving a deep breath before he heard his deep voice. “I know what I’m doing, Damon. I just need to make things right, for once, for all.” Damon gritted his teeth and nodded regardlessly. “I love you, brother.” Damon could practically imagine Draven grinning as involuntarily a smile created on his lips as line went off
Magic. What a word. If someone would’ve told me this two years ago, I wouldn’t have believed them. Who would? No one, precisely. Magic was just a hypothetical word that was used to enhance the beauty of the world. But today, it was different. I believed in every other thing that I would never have. Magic. Spells. Reincarnation. Second chance of life. Everything. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve been through them. It still felt like a dream that I was once dead, and I lost my children to Melissa. To save everyone, I had to sacrifice my blood. Not a thing a mother would do, but a thing a true queen would do. Elijah, my dad, my brother, Michale, Angelina, Victoria, and every person I loved was going to become a pawn in Melissa’s play and I refused to let them die, so I did what I thought was best. She needed to die. And today, I was standing in something similar situation. My people were fighting outside, Lucifer was probably looking for me, worrying. Despite my frustration with Draven, h
Draven grunted and docked a brutal punch over his jaw, the man knock over his back gripping his jaw as he pulled himself away from him and screamed while charging at him again. Draven sighed annoyingly before running past him with speed as he snapped his neck. “Bloody, bastards,” he cursed as he wiped his hands over his pant. “Where is she?” He raised his brow as he turned around to see Nicholas holding himself by the wall as he limped to him. Draven chuckled. “Who? The witch or the bitch?” He snickered and Nicholas growled before trying to charge at him before Draven lunged past him and kicked him in the face. “Melissa! What did to do to her?” Nicholas growled and Draven sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Melissa, Melissa, Melissa. She’s not who you think she is. I don’t even know if she ever existed.” Nicholas frowned. Draven rolled his eyes. “The woman you saw years ago, It wasn’t even her real body. God! The body I fucked wasn’t her real body either.” Dr
I’ve always been curious about various things, life, the sun, fate and the kiss of death. The word was limited yet held the power to seize everything in its hold, I varied, yet condemned. I felt every emotion yet I couldn’t reflect any. I had been staring at her body for a moment now, waiting for her to wake up and attack me, to kill me, but she couldn’t, she was dead. I killed her. The storm raging up in the sky reflected the one bubbling in my heart. I’ve become what I despised the most. A murderer. A killer. This wasn’t my intention, I just wanted to help. But when she admitted she was responsible for Elijah’s death, I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t help but feel dangerous. Maybe because Elijah was the next good thing that ever happened to me. He was there, always, just like Falcon, looking out for me, caring for me without a second thought. He indeed was a friend in need and not in need. He knew what he promised me and yet he could do wonders to make that happen. We spotted
The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. At daybreak, it is cool and invigorating, full of songbirds, walkers and joggers. At midday, it is sleepy, hot and still. In the evening, shadows lengthen and coolness returns. But at night, it can be a frightening place, with dangers lurking in the dark shadows of the foliage. Dewdrops, rolling along the roses I planted a few weeks ago, the balcony was covered with plants and flowers, and nourished dreams, splashing a piece of transparent sunlight. In a golden squeak, hatch dawn that is no longer wet. Early morning was like the baby who wakes up after a night of sleep, just like the one giggling in my arms. Everywhere, there is vigour and vitality. The flowers, and the grass, are so green, I feel comfortable, I like the beautiful morning, it gives me a wonderful start. Since it was the week
The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. At daybreak, it is cool and invigorating, full of songbirds, walkers and joggers. At midday, it is sleepy, hot and still. In the evening, shadows lengthen and coolness returns. But at night, it can be a frightening place, with dangers lurking in the dark shadows of the foliage. Dewdrops, rolling along the roses I planted a few weeks ago, the balcony was covered with plants and flowers, and nourished dreams, splashing a piece of transparent sunlight. In a golden squeak, hatch dawn that is no longer wet. Early morning was like the baby who wakes up after a night of sleep, just like the one giggling in my arms. Everywhere, there is vigour and vitality. The flowers, and the grass, are so green, I feel comfortable, I like the beautiful morning, it gives me a wonderful start. Since it was the week
I’ve always been curious about various things, life, the sun, fate and the kiss of death. The word was limited yet held the power to seize everything in its hold, I varied, yet condemned. I felt every emotion yet I couldn’t reflect any. I had been staring at her body for a moment now, waiting for her to wake up and attack me, to kill me, but she couldn’t, she was dead. I killed her. The storm raging up in the sky reflected the one bubbling in my heart. I’ve become what I despised the most. A murderer. A killer. This wasn’t my intention, I just wanted to help. But when she admitted she was responsible for Elijah’s death, I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t help but feel dangerous. Maybe because Elijah was the next good thing that ever happened to me. He was there, always, just like Falcon, looking out for me, caring for me without a second thought. He indeed was a friend in need and not in need. He knew what he promised me and yet he could do wonders to make that happen. We spotted
Draven grunted and docked a brutal punch over his jaw, the man knock over his back gripping his jaw as he pulled himself away from him and screamed while charging at him again. Draven sighed annoyingly before running past him with speed as he snapped his neck. “Bloody, bastards,” he cursed as he wiped his hands over his pant. “Where is she?” He raised his brow as he turned around to see Nicholas holding himself by the wall as he limped to him. Draven chuckled. “Who? The witch or the bitch?” He snickered and Nicholas growled before trying to charge at him before Draven lunged past him and kicked him in the face. “Melissa! What did to do to her?” Nicholas growled and Draven sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Melissa, Melissa, Melissa. She’s not who you think she is. I don’t even know if she ever existed.” Nicholas frowned. Draven rolled his eyes. “The woman you saw years ago, It wasn’t even her real body. God! The body I fucked wasn’t her real body either.” Dr
Magic. What a word. If someone would’ve told me this two years ago, I wouldn’t have believed them. Who would? No one, precisely. Magic was just a hypothetical word that was used to enhance the beauty of the world. But today, it was different. I believed in every other thing that I would never have. Magic. Spells. Reincarnation. Second chance of life. Everything. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve been through them. It still felt like a dream that I was once dead, and I lost my children to Melissa. To save everyone, I had to sacrifice my blood. Not a thing a mother would do, but a thing a true queen would do. Elijah, my dad, my brother, Michale, Angelina, Victoria, and every person I loved was going to become a pawn in Melissa’s play and I refused to let them die, so I did what I thought was best. She needed to die. And today, I was standing in something similar situation. My people were fighting outside, Lucifer was probably looking for me, worrying. Despite my frustration with Draven, h
“This shit’s getting on my nerves. First you’re telling me that the ancient bad bitchy witch is alive, then you’ve almost succeeded in giving me an heart attack by saying she’s creating a reincarnation spell and third, her body is getting destroyed? Like what the hell? How’s she supposed to reincarnate when her body is destroyed?” Damon groaned in frustration in the phone before speeding towards the forest path. “Calm down, Damon. You just need to go there and note the situation. We’ll handle the rest.” Damon sighed and shook his head. “I’m doing all this because I trust you, Draven. Don’t make me regret this.” Damon could hear Draven sighing and heaving a deep breath before he heard his deep voice. “I know what I’m doing, Damon. I just need to make things right, for once, for all.” Damon gritted his teeth and nodded regardlessly. “I love you, brother.” Damon could practically imagine Draven grinning as involuntarily a smile created on his lips as line went off
“How are you alive? The last time I remember, you died with me? Then-“ “You don’t shut up, don’t you? Still couldn’t figure out what Lucifer saw in you.” Melissa groaned with annoyance and I held back the urge to roll my eyes. What a scheming wench she was. “If you’re gonna kill me, at least I deserve to know some answers, don’t you think?” I pushed further as she dragged me down the stairs. The spiral stairs were making me nauseous but it was the least of my worries now. Melissa was alive and God knows where Lucifer was. I was unsure if Nicholas was still alive and if there was something wrong with me. Melissa took an incisive turn as we reached the cellars when she let go of me suddenly. “So, you’re gonna kill me here?” I mumbled as I looked around the cellar with only one single, barely enough to see a window that was situated on ground level. The four walls lacked any colour instead of grey concrete walls and floor. I looked amusedly at her as she groaned in frus
Blood froze in my veins, the paranoia in my mind was becoming a reality, taking a shape, a turn, a frame, Melissa’s silhouette. The only person that deserved my hatred more than Nicholas, the only woman who had destroyed me once and now she was back to snatch my happiness away from me again. I was startled, scared, terrorised, angry. And all this emotions bottled up as one. The most intriguing one among them was rage. That explained the familiarism. Just because Melissa had taken a different body this time, her selfish self couldn’t be changed. She still was that self-obsessed freaky bitch. “What are doing here, Melissa?” Lucifer asked, his eyes not leaving hers. The more he looked at her, the more my heart shattered, the more I felt the rage to drive my claw into her chest and rip her heart out, the more I wanted to claim Lucifer as mine and the more I felt strange. “We are fated, Lucifer. Where you are, my existence is there.” Her honey laced words were anything but fa
The delicacy and how strained the situation we were trapped in was, I was having this delusional feeling inside me that told me that something was about to happen, something inevitable. And be it my intuition or the fear in my chest, my sentiments were certainly affecting my unborn child. Not that I could only feel my child, I could also sense his sentiments. Just like the fear and yet underlying hidden feeling that something inside me was changing. ImI couldn’t exactly feel it completely, but I could feel my child’s heartbeat and his pores inside me growing, expanding. It must have related to something Nicholas had done. Lucifer tsked as he shook his head looking at Nicholas. “We can end this in a way that’ll benefit both of us, Nicholas.” There. There it was. The thing, the feeling that had been clawing me since Lucifer unlike his predator self started to have a civil talk with Nicholas. There was something in his mind that I wasn’t aware of, something cynical and far mo
This world’s full of misery and lies, no matter how hard you try to keep yourself together by holding the thin pieces of hope that barely help you to conclude anything, you still find yourself wanting for what has made you suffer more than anything. And probably this was the reason why I was in this situation, I wanted to be left alone, away from all this, but at the same time, I wanted someone to hold me close and ruffle my hairs mumbling sweet nothings into my ears. This ecstasy was something I wanted to cherish, wanted to live and then there was this unrelenting feel that something was changing. I was never the one to wish for someone’s demise or harm something knowingly but this, this man made me wish for hell, a sadistic and cruel way in which he was bound to die. I knew it. Cause Lucifer barely kept his enemies alive not when someone threaten his obsession. And for the first time, I wanted the same. “Why’re you doing this?” Nicholas grinned, making me both grit my teet