The party set off at night, at Anthony's house. Places were open for the guests to access in the house, but outside the house was the main spot. Not more than a hundred guests were present. Guests looked their best in casual evening clothes. Some wore birthday cups over their heads. Chatters, low soothing music, and other sounds consumed the atmosphere. The guests had enough and even extra to eat and drink. There were all kinds of food and drink. Some guests even made themselves comfortable in the pool, and some played outdoor games, while some preferred discussing.Kayla and her friends came together for a chat. Given Kayla was the birthday celebrant, she added a birthday cup to her casual brown floral dress. “Let me guess, the settings and every other thing was your idea,” Kiran said. Kayla nodded to Kiran with a smile.“It’s so sweet of Anthony to assist you organize your party. His heart is truly open to you, trust me,” a smiling Nora said, shooting her a knowing look.Kayla gav
“Dance.” Eyes fell on Imani who mentioned it. “Yes, we'd love to watch the couple dance. And even…” Her body language gave a signal that they might find her idea a little out of it. “Do something romantic at least. DJ, play them a cool song.”Dance with someone she pissed off and couldn't look at? Kayla was nervous, though her appearance only gave off hesitation. She faced Anthony. Anthony took her hand. He was going to begin the dance when she nearly decided to sit out. He looped a hand around her and gently pulled her closer. She let him take the first step, and then… they were dancing. Ball dance. She and Clinton enjoyed it back then. He made her feel like a little princess in the ballroom.Kayla was eager to stop the dance. Her charge dropped the second he slammed his lips on hers, and his tongue waltzed into her mouth as he surveyed every inch of it, sipping from her tongue. It was unexpected, yet welcoming. The satisfaction it brought was magnetic and potent. It beckoned her a h
Kayla stood at the door of the dungeon, which was slightly open. She was anxious as hell. She despised the voice urging her to go into the dungeon, knowing that no punishment in the dungeon had been bearable so far. She expected the thirty strokes of the whip, which was terrifying and discouraging. Her hands clenched and unclenched often, her ears welcoming the thrum of her heart. Closing her eyes, she took a breath, pushed the door open, and treaded in.She opened her eyes, taking in an eyeful of the dungeon. Thinking the punishment would be far more than she could bear elicited a tremulous breath from her. Where was Anthony? She worked her eyes around, searching for him. She rather saw something else. She approached the bed. The bed had never been made like a master's bed before. Two pink handcuffs hung on the headboard rail, and a rail hung above the bed from side to side —these were evidence the bed was for torture, no matter how well it was made.Stepping backward, she collided w
Anthony went back on his knees, pushed her legs apart and drove two fingers into her, catching a steady rhythm. His thrust and its pace increased with seconds until he got hard and fast enough to draw those cries and pleasure-driven responses from her. Yeah, he loved every response she made, and savored the cries she barely held back.His pace increased further, and her responses got out of control as she surrendered completely to the fleshly torture. His system was changing, also his body functions. Somehow, he was losing control of himself. He impaled her core even harder, adding a third finger. He restrained her thigh in his arm, thrusting brutally. It was supposed to hurt, and he knew it did, but she gave away pleasure. “Fuck,” he couldn't resist a growl. She was sopping wet. It drove his hunger wild.It struck him. He was slipping out of his control. An unrestrained drive to bury his cock inside her smashed him. His cock got harder and larger in his pants, already dripping off Co
Kayla turned in her bed. A smile curled on her lips. It was morning. No headache, no signs of illness —she felt good as hell. Sitting down, she threw her hands up and yawned, stretching along. She retreated to the kitchen to make coffee. To her surprise, the coffee was made already. Anthony made her coffee. Kayla couldn't restrain a smile. Fetching a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker, she made herself comfortable at the counter, where she found a note.‘Make sure you get enough rest, Jebbie.’Jebbie? Kayla was blushing. Shouldn't she be annoyed the imposter called her that? Gosh, she was changing into someone she didn't know. She really was changing, especially as she took a walk down last night's memory. Biting her lower lip, her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilating. The memory set her feelings on fire; she was getting hot. She groaned and put down her cup, clutching her stomach. Something just moved in her stomach. Another groan. It moved thrice again. It was getting uncomfortable.
Kayla walked briskly in front of Anthony as they moved into the house. They returned home after the accident on the highway. Kayla hadn't thought the day would turn out the way it did, nor had she thought letting Corey take her to Qynville would result in betrayal. She walked with fear flooding over her, apprehending what would happen the second they were inside the house.Kayla had only walked a few steps past the foyer when a sharp pain in her head provoked a yelp from her. Anthony fisted his hand so firmly in her hair, spinning her around to make her face him. His grip tightened with seconds, wrenching cries off her. Seeing the anger flickering in his bloodshot eyes, tangled with the willingness to harm her and the bloodcurdling ambiance he emanated, Kayla lost her courage and hope to her fear.“You told Corey about us, didn't you?”His voice oozed raw anger and threat. She hadn't told anything to Corey. Corey figured them out himself. She shook her head as long as his grip on her
Behind the door to Anthony's office at Toflan, sat Anthony in his office chair, buried in the depth of his thoughts. Yesterday was all about him making inquiries to figure out how Corey tumbled to the secret behind his relationship with Kayla. Everything panned out with Kayla being on the side of the truth.He remembered every word Srymium said to him about Corey when he called Srymium for questioning. Srymium said he'd been the only one on Kayla's tail, and if there was anyone else, he'd have sniffed out the person through their intention. Anthony had to ask if somehow Corey read Nora's mind to figure it out, but Srymium said Nora and Corey only crossed paths once at Sonia's housewarming party. He went on to ask Srymium if he read Nora's mind. Srymium read Nora's mind that night. Nora only talked about Kayla choosing him over Corey. “Son of a bitch,” Anthony mumbled.The vicious and contemptuous eyes of vampire servants working at Corey's house lashed down on Anthony’s car like the
As the servant walked Anthony and Kayla to the place where Corey was, Kayla couldn't be more afraid. Why had Anthony brought her to Corey's house? When got to Corey's study, the servant left them standing a few feet from the door, closing the door behind him. The silence in the air was terrible. The men kept staring each other in the eyes. Each time Corey brought his gaze her way, she hurriedly looked away. Kayla couldn't believe she was standing right in Corey's presence again after telling him off. Anthony's reason for bringing her here was her greatest concern.Corey smiled at them. “Why am I being visited by a couple this time?”Anthony stepped to the table. Perching his hands on the table, he leaned down, his eyes digging into the bastard’s eyes. “After our discussion the other day… you called my wife to your house again.” The idiot hushed up. He still wanted to merit a place in Kayla's good book. Anthony could assume himself the angriest man in the building right then. It took a
Three years later.A prolonged silence reigned in a bedroom. The silence had nearly grown beyond silence, but the sound of vacuum cleaners broke through the door as muffled sounds. Anthony lay shirtless in the bed. His eyes were closed as though he were asleep, his hand laying over Kayla's back. Kayla lay with her head and half of her torso on him. Her eyes were wide open. Unlike a shirtless Anthony, she had a gray nightshirt on.Kayla's mind couldn't go through so many thoughts and imaginations without her remembering the hot sex they had last night. It was hot—so hot and rough that she gulped down two bottles of chilled water and energy drinks after. Thank goodness their neighbors lived many blocks away, and their house was soundproofed. Their bedroom including. She and Anthony were glad the kids didn't interrupt, Eaven especially.It was seven in the morning, yet she and Anthony were stuck in the bed like heaven would fall if one of them had left the bedroom. “I went to the hospita
Already, everyone had risen to their feet. A wolf leaped at Marcus. Marcus flew up to the height of the wolf, and drilled his hands and claws into the wolf's torso, splitting the wolf into two. All wolves enraged, Wolan zoomed closer to make a swipe. Marcus leaned backward, his feet scraping the floor as he glided beneath Wolan. He grabbed Wolan’s leg from below, and twisted, wrenching a pained growl off him. Twisting one more time, he flung him to the wall harder, and Wolan broke the unbreakable wall. Dominic rolled over the floor, yelling in pain, holding his leg. Another wolf came at him. Marcus allowed the wolf to descend. Immediately the wolf descended, he took his hand up and penetrated the wolf's chest wall, pulling the wolf's heart out of him. The wolf whimpered and dropped dead, shifting back to a dead human form. Bo zoomed towards him. Marcus caught him in the air by the neck and snapped his neck, throwing him aside.Camlin stood up and tossed the spring-chained axe at him.
Marcus switched to his vampire form—a pale ash skin, visible veins poking out on the layer of his body, long fangs, pointy ears, dark eyes like midnight, a face like an animal, and longer claws. Kicking Anthony in the torso, he slashed the claws of his hands at him, slicing his throat and face, blood surging out of Anthony's wounds with pressure. Anthony bounced back and healed.Making another slash with the claws of his left hand, Anthony bent backward and let his hand swing past his face, then he sprang up to claw back at him but he leaned backward. Marcus stood upright and stabbed his claws into Anthony's stomach, pulled him closer with his claws in his stomach, and buried his fangs into his neck. Anthony growled in pain. Retracting his fangs and claws, he shoved Anthony aside by his neck.Anthony fell and changed back to his human form, convulsing, grunting, and groaning. Kayla heaved herself from the floor and ran up to him, holding him closer in her arms, while he struggled to h
The room quietened. The vampires dropped, yet everyone still squared up vigilantly, prepared for even the most sudden attack. Before their eyes, the throne chair turned its back to them and slowly turned again. Marcus appeared sitting on it with his hands on the armrest. His puckered brow emanated pure rage and vengeance. The sight of him only had everyone getting even more prepared. Marcus worked his eyes around for a while.“My empire. My soldiers. Everything that I spent every century of my life building, has crumbled before my eyes,” Marcus said. His tone was placid but pressured by existing rage. “Words can never express how angry I have become. But actions can.”The moment his chair turned, deep growls apart from the wolves’ resonated in the room. Not aware of where it came from, they looked around. Screeching, hisses, growls, and snarls clouded the atmosphere. It took a while before they grabbed the situation. The dead vampires were awakening again. The ones without complete bo
One of the elders lifted Catelyn from the floor and slammed her against the wall on the platform. The elder with fire radiating from his hands zoomed to the platform and unleashed the fire on her. Catelyn still on the floor, quickly put out her hand and blocked his fire. A hand wasn't enough, as his fire conquered hers, she added another hand.Fierce rumbles erupted from Jacob as he took a defense stance in his hybrid form, ready to take on an ascendant that was baring his fangs in front of him. The ascendant zoomed forward. Jacob met him midway and pulled his head off his body. An elder came behind Jacob's back and lifted him from the floor, trying to dismember him with telekinesis. Jacob growled in pain as the elder spread his limbs apart, pulling them from his torso. Unable to endure the energy and pain, he shifted back to his human form the second his hand fell off his body.Tally spotted Jacob. He growled with rage and zoomed toward the elder that was dismembering Jacob. Another
They looked up and saw Anthony passing the wall Marcus had passed through.Anthony appeared straight right in Marcus's main chamber through the wall. He wasn't sure he had seen anything so demonic as Marcus's throne. One could swoon at the sight of the red-eyed and fanged sculpted cobras serving as the armrests of the throne chair. Sadly, he wasn't intimidated by the creepy things in the room, not even by the people in the room.Approximately ten vampires in black hooded cloaks stood on the left, and twenty in scarlet hooded cloaks on the right. Anthony was certain of one thing… the black cloaks were elder vampires with powers, and the scarlet cloaks were ascendant vampires with powers that were unlike the ones he fought back there.He was here to send this ancient bozo with faded green eyes to where he belonged. The grave. With rage, vengeance, bravery, and readiness trapped in him, he stepped closer and stood a bit close to the middle of the vampires. “I knew you'll come.” Anthony
Anthony and Amber made it back into the building after fighting their way through. They were met with unusual changes when they stepped into the lobby. The whole place now seemed digitalized and modern, rather than an ordinary palace lobby.“Where are we?” Amber asked.Anthony continued strides and Amber followed. “This building is technical. A complicated great work of science. It changes form.”“So, you know where we're going? How do we know where Marcus is?” “Follow me.”Amber retrieved a pistol from his pocket and shot a newborn alighting from the stairs above ground and the newborn burst. Her light brown eyes bore into Anthony's. “Get your head in the game.” She was giving the pistol back when another vampire that had killed his opponent came at them. She spun around and shot the vampire. “I’ll keep this.”They continued further to the rolling staircase.Anthony and Amber stood before a wall that was sliding open. Both froze at the situation on sight. The place was large like a
Anthony continued further, lurching as he walked. He was hopeless, pained, and afraid, his eyes red with tears as he breathed shakily. His beast wouldn't stop growling in his head, clawing at him, so restless—the beast was enraged and pained as him.Marcus's scent was always there. He might go the wrong way if he followed it. But there were other scents on the path he walked. The scents he'd smelled in the chamber, along with Marcus's. A realization waltzed in, shooting him into motions. He could follow those scents to wherever they took his mate to.With haste and fury, Anthony walked from one hallway to another and entered four different elevators that lead to different floors, paving his way with the solar lamp and pistols he used to knock down the vampires that crossed his path.Anthony was met with ten soldiers in gas masks right in the passage where the scents took him. He stood many feet from the vampires, staring at them, getting himself prepared. He was confident that Kayla w
Anthony remained in a stance, a foot, a knee, and palms on the earth, his glowing eyes surveying his surrounding. Newborn vampires. Fledglings. They were everywhere around. They were aiming his way. He could smell them, their courage, confidence, and their readiness. He even smelled their deaths. Both far and near, he heard every single sound they made. His right ear twitched. There were two vampires on different trees in his vicinity, fifteen coming at him. They were two hundred in the forest right then, but only a few were after him.The newborn on the tree descended, one coming from his front and three from his left. Anthony yanked his machine gun off his shoulder, sprang up from the ground, and shot the newborn descending from the tree. He threw the machine gun up in the air, sliced the neck of one of the vampires with his poisonous claws, snapped and pulled the other's head. Then he caught the machine gun once it came down, and shot the five coming at him. Their screams, hisses,