I'm an emotionally crippled person. Crippled by emotions.
"Please, just this once! Ree, please!" Sienna has her hand together in a praying posture with her plum lips pouting, and brows turned down, dramatically.
I narrow my eyes and scoff, she's losing her edge if she thinks this is convincing me to go on a blind date with who knows who in her place.
Seeing my resolve, her bottom lip quivered and the first of her crocodile tear leaked. I kept my resolve, but my brows twitched. Sienna's eyes caught the movement like the hawk she is and she made an even sadder expression.
"Please, Rayna! You know Ethan will hate it if he knows. He's going to leave me, I can't live without him! You know, how he's my life!" She broke out in loud ugly sobs, I cringed some steps away.
Right. He's her life, her whirlwind romance boyfriend of last week. She says it's love at first sight, I think it is the initial signs of dementia.
Though it's worth marvelling how that rotten stinky SOB can be someone's life, especially for someone like Sienna. She's gorgeous, Okay!
Gorgeous to the point, I want to murder this bitch sometimes. I had known Sienna since we were in High School and how we have preserved our acquaintanceship till now is the 8th wonder of the world.
I flopped down on my Bed and huffed out, "Fine!" Sienna halted mid-sob and jumped my bones but before she could land I ducked and rolled on the bed James Bond style and a shriek left me.
"ACK!"
Keypoint: ducked and rolled James Bond's style. After that I fell off the bed in my very own style.
Sienna who was frozen on the bed, burst out in wheezing chuckles.
"Stop it, bitch! You still have got a lot to convince me of." I snapped, trying to hide my reddening embarrassed face. Her cackling that could rival a deranged witch knew no end. As a last resort, I got back up, threw several pillows on her, and got out of the room, stomping my foot.
Reaching the Kitchen in the Apartment I shared with Sienna I took out the frozen leftovers. Come to think of it, I hadn't ever thought a girl like Sienna would ever be in this situation. It's peculiar.
We are both from Oregon, My father is loaded so I have hardly seen someone's eye twitch my way but Sienna, she had lived a different life altogether.
Born to a single mother, she lived her life with her psychotic Grandmother and I'm not exaggerating at all: the old hag is nuts. She went around spreading crazy tales about fictional monsters and believed Sienna was one too.
I met her first when she came to our school through a scholarship, she was enviable. A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated.
I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.
She organized parties, meets, group studies with professional help every month and invited my whole damn class in my name. Sally is about a decade and a half younger than my Dad so her organized parties were rowdy and a teenager's heaven. She went as far as to sneak in alcohol and vacate the house taking Dad along with her to Villas or trips. So yes, I do believe she had an ulterior motive but because she isn't a total nutcase or bothersome, I like her.
Well, more than I like my own mother.
Back to the story, it didn't work out. You see, I have this insufferable personality and no mouth filter so any points I got because of my stepmother overdoing things were ruined as soon as I opened my mouth.
After a year through High School she gave up on Parties but her efforts for getting me a friend or boyfriend didn't deter at all.
Except for my bad personality, I am boring and liked preserved peace in my life. I spent my time, reading or in extra-curriculum classes learning new things because I have some ambitions which include a ragingly successful career and not getting knocked up in my teens.
I found Sienna, the girl living the American Dream crying in an isolated library section where only I wandered to. Then all the rest was history.
Though I'm a mean bitch, I pitied her and I also liked how she wasn't always clingy or flattering. Her grandmother was cuckoo and her life was hard. My Dad and Sally liked her by default as she was the only girl to stick around so the remaining years of her High School, she pretty much stayed with us.
Though past all her glittery life, I noted these years that she's weird. Weird… in a sense that is hard to explain... The microwave 'dinged' getting me out of my memory lane and I plated my meal and grabbed a bottle of water.
All in all, the only virtue I have is that I don't judge, and nor do I have a knack to meddle in others' business but what you see you can't unseen.
Sienna never had to work out to stay in perfect shape which you could probably blame on genes but she seemed to hear things I didn't, like she usually knew when someone was past the door before they knocked and could tell dirty clothes from clean without ever bringing them to her nose to smell. It was like she was a superhuman or something.
Most of all, I have never seen her fall sick or be hungover, not to mention the texture of her hair and skin that I can only compete with after several spa treatments.
I hear giggling voices from the living room, as I sat on the aisle. She must be talking to that trashcan. The guy had literally no redeeming qualities.
My mind wandered to how Sienna usually disappeared at night. She had a room in our Mansion. I'd mild insomnia for most of my life so I usually stayed up late. One night when I passed by her room, I heard her phone ringing continuously and she was not picking or putting it on silent. I turned the knob and her bed was ruffled but she wasn't there.
It could be that she left for a late-night romping but my Dad had built our Mansion like a fortress and even I, who have lived my whole life there, had never been able to sneak past the security. The next day, I found her on the Breakfast table looking fresh as ever, I had stayed the night in her room so I know she didn't return.
Mostly you would see her sniffing or making strange voices, I have even seen her eyes glazing unnaturally but I never pointed out. Because first, though people believed she was using me I'm smart enough to know her presence in my life had its merit and I'm used to her presence.
Another peculiarity is Ethan, the previously mentioned trashcan. Sienna is the high maintenance type and I have never seen her with a fling without a six-figure income nor have I ever seen her giggling or falling on thin air for someone like she does for him.
Ethan is a freeloader who lives off his brother in a close-knit family. There's nothing about his appearance that stands out, his manners are that of a juvenile delinquent and I have smelled weed on him a time or two.
Though he's fit, I will give him that. His Brother owns a Security Agency so he's not going to die starving anytime soon.
Sienna had always been a freak but because she was hot and willing for a good time, boys were always in and out of her revolving bedroom door. When I decided to come to NY for College, the decision was based on my ambition to expand my wings without Dad's influence and Sienna tagged along.
I wish to run my own Business without crouching under my Dad's shadow. Anybody can be rich if they are determined but not everyone is an icon to look up to.
Sienna comes jumping in the Kitchen at that moment, dressed up like she's going in a pageant. I recognize the channel crop-top I bought last week and the jimmy choo wedges Sally sent me last month. If it isn't obvious, we are the same size. Unfortunetly.
"He is taking me out, how do I look? Do you think Ethan will like it?" I bet my pussy, he will. That good-for-nothing goes bonkers for her.
Her face is caked with make-up, my make-up to be exact. She doesn't own make-up, she never needed any. She still don't but like I said, she becomes a lunatic for him in 7 different ways.
I raise a thumbs up and scoff, "You look good which you should, as 85% of articles of clothing and accessories clinging to your body are mine when I clearly remember telling you not to touch anything unless it is two months old in my closet." Told you, attitude issues.
Sienna burst out laughing and checks herself in the mirror covering the wall, "Let's see if he will like it enough to spend howling the night in my clutches." She throws her head back and laughs with her head thrown back.
And this is why we are friends.
I tip the glass, looking at the woman most definitely under influence, "Wreck him to shreds but when I get up in the morning I don't want to see that trash passed out on my woolen couch." He had been, for every day last week.
Sienna looks my way and wink, "If we are coming back, we surely won't make it past the door."
I raise my glass in a mock toast, "Cheers to the Old senile lady from across the Hall dumping her trash on your passed-out asses." And I'm not even kidding, that crazy lady had done this to more people than you can count on one hand.
She opens her mouth to retort when the bell rings and she unnecessarily widens her eyes before she turns to the mirror at lightning speed then leaps to the door.
And I hear several squealing and smooching voices while I try not to gag. When they go on for about minutes with no intention of stopping, I can't help myself, "Get past my door already, I'm hardly interested in a live demonstration of how rodents colonize!"
I hear snickers before I see them, clung together like chewed chewing gum to sienna, is Ethan. He's Latin American with a sweet Bronze complexion and a dozen piercing and ugly tattoos. He's smiling sickly with his teeth on display, "Darling Ree, you sound awfully jelly~ I know a dude who is into stuck-up bitc– Aah, you bitch!"
Before he could end his ridiculous proposition, I had thrown the Monthly Fashion magazine on his shit face. "I'm not drunk enough for that." Walking around the aisle, I give him a stink eye. "Don't stain my marble floor with your insufferable presence and get going." I don't stay to hear his retort, instead walk to my room.
I heard a growl and Sienna whispering something inaudible to him. Weirdos! I don't like him and I'm sure the sentiment is mutual.
Flopping down on my bed I bury my face in a pillow. I wait with my raging thoughts for about ten minutes and when I'm certain they are gone, I groan loudly in my pillow.
Out of people, I despise the ones who leech off others the most but I can't help myself being a bitch so this is what I get. People naturally don't like me and those who try to, are either those who have relations with me or want something from me.
Worst of all is, though I hate sharing my things, I allow Sienna because I don't want to be stranded alone. For the same reason, I won't confront her for her freakiness. I'm even going this weekend to that stupid Blind date for her.
I'm so pathetic, and maybe even biased toward that bastard Ethan. Sienna is outgoing and likable, with Ethan in her life she's making more friends, probably I'm not going to have a friend soon.
Why can't I just detach myself from toxic people?!
But I know that's because... that would result in nobody being left on my side.
I look like an unemployed escort. After the inspection of six minutes, I have come to this conclusion. From glaring red matte lipstick to the black bodycon dress, I look like I'm desperate to get laid, which I'm, but I would rather not announce it. I roll on the heel of my black strappy stilettos and hum in satisfaction. My auburn hair was fluffed well and falling past my breast. For once my steel-blue eyes were popping out with the abundant attention they have received today. Sienna sure was good with make-up. Well, much better than I was after years of use. But I must say she contoured like a professional, I look mature and sexy. I wasn't a very tall woman at 5'2 and I had that heart face structure that was more on the cute side so this transformation was appreciated, it made me look like a female Fatale. Wait... why am I shaved and prepped like a hooker, when this is a fake Blind date? "I have a problem understanding why the hell am I going like this when the purpose of my visi
The lighting... It must be the lighting, Rayna! "I don't have time for this bullshit—" His phone rang and he stopped mid-sentence. Was it my imagination or did he look more panicked than frustrated? "Alpha, the girl—" He looked like he was cut off and his eyes glowed brighter and feature tensed. I took a cautious step back. Alpha? Alpha male?! How much did his parents hate that dude to name him that? His glaring eyes dug holes in me and the other hand clenched tighter by his side. Is it only me or the whole Restaurant is glaring at me now? "But Alpha, the girl—" He was cut-off again and glared harder at me. What's his deal?! My eyes fell on the Exit as my heart constricted in panic. This isn't good. I need to leave this place. Whatever the hell it is, I'm sure it includes selling and buying a human being which doesn't sound good for me as that sold Bitch in question sent me here. She is dead meat. "Yes, Alpha." The man cuts off the call and turned his unwanted, undivided attenti
"Luna!" A chorus broke out in apprehension. "Rayna!" I shake my head at the absurd name, "My name is Rayna and I would be grateful if you ladies could tell me what the hell is going on!" I misstepped trying to regain my balance. This didn't give me good vibes. I desperately want to get home. I stumble, pushing them away. This was getting bothersome and creepy with how these women were getting cozy with my body despite our lack of acquaintance. No sane group, bar a cult, would dress an unconscious woman in a wedding dress. I shook my head; it could be a joke: such horrendous pranks were popular these days. Though it is giving me creeps to not see a single familiar moron, it doesn't really bother me as I believe nothing horribly wrong can happen that hasn't already happened tonight. This is just a sick joke. It should be... I clench my fist and scrunch my eyes, I have to just not give these sick people the reaction they want. I turn, craning my head. The dress had a lot of flare and
It was hot. Burning hot, like I was too close to the stove... Did they forget to check before grilling me alive? Where are dead meat's rights?! Despite my ridiculous inside joke, I was scared shitless. The heinous smell of burning flesh tightened my chest. My body felt heavy. Like a vortex spating me out, my consciousness was warped to reality. I heard a chorus of murmurs that grew louder by the second, but my eyelids were weighed down. I tried to pry them open. Nonetheless, as if an anchor was pulling me down, I sunk back into unconsciousness. ... The foul smell of something burning made me gag before I could even gain consciousness. Disgusted and distorted, I felt my body unwilling to move. I couldn't feel strength in any limb. 'Did those wretched demons amputate me or something?!' Another spell of sluggishness ran through me as the voices around me grew louder but before I could try to open my eyes something sticky and warm was thrown at me. My eyes snapped open when the sten
"Enough drama, Alpha Harte!" The man scoffed, rolling his eyes at the sky, "When will you morons learn? The Lycan Council had officially forbidden such practices for a decade because they are for naught!" He tsked his tongue, appalled. "You are found guilty of colluding with sorcerers against the law of the period. I, Jordan Segal, will be detaining you until further investigation." As if his interruption had broken some spell, I felt like I had a hold on my body. The heaviness in my limbs remained but I could think. A dizziness passed through, my eyes widened all the same. I realized this half-baked man was my window out of here. He held command over these people which had them feeling so threatened. Before I could formulate a plan, my desperation got the best of me. "Hey! Get me out of here! My father is Richard Reagan. If I get out of here unharmed I'll ask him to do anything for you." He looked like a big shot of this cult and my only chance at survival. "Richard Reagon? I m
Jordan-cum-wolf stiffened then ran with the drenched me in his one claw flailing like a toy. I brought my hand to my mouth so I wouldn't attract whatever calamity it was that was chasing us like a headless chicken. I have no idea how long that went on, my heart was about to fail any moment now. I resisted the urge to gag, lest this strange creature named Jordan get disgusted and decide to throw me here as canon fodder for the worst evil. It wasn't long before I was in a clearing with several black sports cars parked. One after another the men called Sentinel Monsters appeared. My mouth gaped and heart flipped but only a wrecked gasp left me as my reality turned upside down. All the rules of nature I knew had failed me. Nothing but sheer madness could make sense of it. Before my very prescription-ed eyes the monsters transformed back to buck-naked hot males. They were shouting commands to each other in panic, I didn't have time to eavesdrop before I was shoved roughly into one o
I felt my throat packed up, I expected retaliation."I… had somewhere to be so I-""Sure, you had." He murmured in distaste with a roll of his eyes before changing the gears. Even I knew my excuse was lame.I saw his hand shivering and cold sweat breaking out as his one hand frantically made calls to a number saved as 'Galen Segal'. His eyes were rimmed red and I could feel the tangible fear.He groaned as the call wouldn't connect due to poor signals. Just when it looked like he was about to throw it at the windshield window, the phone was picked up. He turned it on loudspeaker to keep his eyes on the track. "Galen…" His voice broke and my heart sank as the weight of his fear hit me."Jordan? The fuck, get out of there!" A distraught man returned.Jordan swallowed as his Adam Apple blabbed with his nerves, "You fucking swore it was all ruse! You said none Hibernating Beast has ever awoken—"A growl reverberated, cutting Jordan off, I shrunk back realizing they were all monsters, "No
I held my breath waiting for the hard hit of the ground to take my breath away but all I felt was a clutch of an arm when Jordan swung me around.I crashed into him but he just held me to his bare chest.Oh Lord, mercy…I wasn't even done measuring the shrunk distance between us so my mind could process anything lewd when a ferocious Growl had me springing apart from him.The ferocious Beast snarled with teeth bared. He threateningly stood crouched, ready to tear us to shreds. The glowing golden eyes were bouncing between me and Jordan."What is he…" I couldn't help the whimper that left me. I didn't know if he was into playing with his food but it didn't sound anything pleasant right now.Jordan pushed me away taking a step backward. Cold water washed over me.What! Is he going to…But before I could think further Jordan had turned to his own beast form. He fell on his knees. The Beast's eyes squinted as they fell on him. I staggered several steps, in his human form it was easy to
Her eyes stay latched on mine till begrudgingly she is shoved into another corridor. Her material beauty shone brighter than Sirius. I tear my eyes impassively.The charm of a demon is such... huh.“Tsk. Her wooers come in all sizes, and now species.” Annoyingly Ddurehan wriggled his brows.Rashard peeled his eyes away from the opening she disappeared to, chuckling.He raised his hand in the air. His Twin Daggers from across the room, swishingly flew closely by several heads, landing in his fist. Gasps and then a deafening hush fell with his stunt.Turning around he craned his neck, “What I saw was a pathetic slave, lavished with gold and silk that can't cover the shackles in her feet.”The Hall submerged in a mum disturbance left in his wake.“God! Sordan had screwed him up good,” Durehan muttered with his mouth dripping his drink. The Coven’s Master hadn’t been the ideal father figure.Hashtan tipped his head pouring more of the rich fruit sap “It must suck to be the runt of the fami
Eerily static, everything in his house reeks of lousy witches and nuisance. In the veil of the night, I stare down at my wife with empty eyes. She always looks almost innocent of any flaw known to men. “Nafasm.”How she held my attention just breathing you would expect her to be the most profound of arts. Carved to perfection and vices.“Little Temptress.” Whispering in the night, I graze my forefinger on her cheek. From her neck to her inviting bosom. Her miniature freckle there buzzed with her beating heart. This dainty twig-like neck would snap in two with a flick in my hold. This fragile, yet she had this inexplicable hold on me. I narrow my eyes, sniffing her close. The transition had begun. I scrutinized the minx and I wonder how she made it this far.She will likely need to have molten lava in her veins to survive the change. The corner of my lips turned up humorlessly. There's a possibility the last thread holding me here could disappear any moment.As if to gut me good, she
I jerked up with a yelp, my hand on the bite mark warily still. Leaping for the coat, I wore it turning my head away from her. Once the evidence of my blunder was under wraps, I pivoted to her. she stood there with hands twisted on her chest and a dirty smirk in place, “What is that? A hickey from your lover to remember him by?” It stung when she called it out. My lover? The man looked like he could hardly stomach the sight of me. I curse the day I fell into this loop of misery. Venus didn’t have much to her if you took away her lineage and the grudges that drove her motives. Dad always said she was all ‘all rattle and no rain’. Inconsequential. Perhaps that is what drove her this mad at the world. Unsurprisingly I wasn’t feeling generous enough to humor her jabs, “Watch what you say. I’m not as laid back as your diabolical family.” I was giving back the throb Sarkhan's indifference had left on me to her. And despite this new low, I didn’t have an ounce of guilt. She scoffs. Eve
We both took the comfort only we emitted for each other and in those moments his identity or my obstinacy didn't exist. Though I didn't acknowledge it, I was the monster my parents' blunders birthed to.I sigh burying myself deeper and getting cozy with the hard and sturdy man I barely knew. A voice from the back of his throat snaps my head up. I see his eyes squinted at the ceiling before scrunching them up like he was holding something in. He looked so intense, so intimidating. Everything about him screamed sinful, the wide shoulder that could shoulder two of me. If I didn't know he was 'Lycan', I would assume he was one of those sculptures carved to surreal perfection in Italy, brought to life with a kiss of true love.Assuming a mere kiss had the capacity to achieve such a feat. I purse my lips but decide it's futile to ask anyway. Hiding my reddened face on his chest I take a breath. He wasn't ready for an upgrade from his status as my comfort pillow. Like a glutton, I open my
"My door isn't locked." He only smirks cupping my face, "Feverish." The voice was so rich like a siren call, it had me entranced. Surprisingly so. I was stone cold just a while ago. He snatched up the blanket and bundled me up before getting under too. Even with the flimsy barrier of the heavy blanket between us but his heat still reached me. The sensations he awoke began from the depth of my heart so a layer couldn't help from the shyness. My eyes cast down to his chest exposed between the buttons. "You shouldn't have bothered, human these days are too materialistic to believe." Snapping up I can only stare at him. While I was distracted his hand came down soothing my hair. I slid closer to him. I only guess from where he conjured it from, but he slipped something into my parted lips. My first reaction was to spit out the unfamiliar thing but he covered my mouth. I looked up at him horrified. "Eat." His decree fell on like a sentence, and I chewed it bursting the tangy and sweet
"He can't kill you, Rey! You are his only heir." I reassured my beating heart, repeating my life mantra. This is what I counted on when I screwed up. I stand in front of the giant oddity of bricks and stones I called home. It had never looked this intimidating. I knew my father was already aware of my arrival much before I stepped into the perimeter but my heart just thumped down at the thought of facing him. Dragging my feet on the path, I halt with a grimace. I should have gone to my mother's place instead. She would be pissed too but I won't be this scared of her. Besides, like any other emotion, her anger was volatile gasoline too. Sarkhan wasn't agreeable when I told him to leave me we were close to our estate but I didn't want to choose a discreet tombstone for him in our backyard, so I insisted. Dad will probably know who I hitched a ride with. But I'm too virgin to be a widow. Looking up, I'm struck to see my Dad standing in the doorway. He looked far more wretched and mi
"Yours? You bit me to call me yours?" I asked with my brows raised and my mouth ajar. I really was shaken. "Huh! I can't believe it. Why don't you piss on it me too?""I'm open to fetishes, but golden showers are disgusting.""Ha!" Did he just make a sorry attempt at a joke? I'm so done with him."Cut the crap! Why the hell would you bite me?" With pursed lips, I clench my hands from taking a swing at him "Is that what you are? A cannibal?" Despite my apparent repulsion, I didn't pull myself out of his lap. Instead, I craved his calming touch.Strangely his touch tingled sometimes and sometimes it just made me feel inexplicably calm. It probably is why I'm not screaming bloody murder.His face again is passive, though his lips are still upturned I know he wasn't amused anymore, "I injected my venom in you. It worked like antibodies." Staring was the only thing I could do. He scarred a very visible part of my body. His nonchalance is what enraged me the most.The only thing we had spec
I felt, I was underwater drowning and reemerging with no sense of my own organs or r a body I resided in for that matter. Like I didn't exist out of the haze I was in, nothing came to my mind. My thoughts and existence blurred in and out of consciousness. I drowned deeper till I settled with the sand. Then like a breath in my lungs, I jolted hearing it."Wake up, Nafasm. It's been days. Your Ki…"My conscious followed it with a yearning that hurt me physically. The soul I knew to be tranquil, dead scalded me to reach him but then it all fell mum yet again. A peace I never knew washed over me. I felt assured. Empowered. Invincible."Fuck it! Fuck!" "Alpha, the Luna won't survive thi—""Get the fuck out!" Screams and crashes followed. But like an onlooker I regarded nothing. like a ghost faded in light, I just heard."Alpha, please we need to inform the council—""Fucking leave!" The growl was inhumane, from a man broken beyond consolation. Passively, I tried to remember any emotion a
Startled but too out of my wits to speak, I just muster to hold on to his strong arms when his head invade the sensitive space between my nape and shoulder blade. The stark difference in height has him leaning on me and he too noticed. The next thing I know I'm levitating."Sarkhan!" I squeal, trying to push the guy away but the loss of momentum has me grabbing his head. My eyes widen, looking at his face buried in my breast. A gasp and a ferocious roar are the only thing that resounds beside my thumping heart. I release his head, only to keep my hands firm on his shoulders for support. "Sarkhan!" I grit out as the heat on my face exceeds. His other hand is freaking under my ass! My back stationed against the wall was of hardly any coverage. His chin and cheek were still nestled in my boobs. The damn flimsy bra wasn't even padded.A man. A real MAN was there! I haven't even looked a half-naked man up close and this! The most opposite sex had gone with me is a tap on the shoulder. I