"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
"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
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
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
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
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
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'
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
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