"A witch." "Somehow I don't doubt that." She pursed her lips, trying to cling to the last of her sanity. I really do wish to be more sympathetic to her pathetic sob story but I was rather too pissed.She was a witch! A Witch!Outwardly I kept my composure reposed, and nodded along, "So you do those voodoo ritual things?" I needed more information. If I freak out she will be alert and reel back.Snorting, she turned away as if she heard a joke, "I was the weak link of the family, I couldn't cast a spell much less perform rituals." She waved her hand in her hair, she looked spiteful for the degraded period in life then she smirked smugly. "And now they are all about how I got here!"The microwave dinged but my knife stilled ominously, "You fed my father a love portion."I need to confirm some things before I open up to her about my own dilemma. For all I have seen and experienced I don't even trust a hair iron to not turn against me.I stated it as I knew for sure. She stared at me ga
Beyond devastation is the point of invincibility.I had spent a week trying to adjust to my new reality. I may never know what triggered me today to leave misery and my blanket on my bed but I guess it had something to do with the message I received early this morning. Bathed and scrubbed, I picked up my phone again to check if it wasn't one of my illusions playing me. But no. Still there!"I found the bloke's frequented spot and temporary residence. Meet me in my office or I don't spit on the floor you walk."I don't even feel offended by my mother's crude threat. People assume I learned to swear from the neighbors but if only they knew the one-of-a-kind mother I have under my belt. I sigh with a barely contained smile, she was well past redemption. So no shade there.I had decided to wear a white Sundress with a warm Black Fur Trench Coat, matching them with heeled boots and leggings. Pulling my hair up in a ponytail and I went on to touch up my face."Huh." A closer look at my fa
"What the fuck is the meaning of this?" A shout rang out before my eyes fell on the knocked-down Mayor candidate half of the town could bet their ass would be elected this year. Shit.I felt aggravated peering at the middle-aged tubby man trying to stand up. His secretary who regained her senses back hurried to his side to help him on his feet. My eyes went to my glaring mother when the blunder I had committed dawned on me. The man stood up, huffing and puffing, and reluctantly I knew I had to salvage the situation.With a sigh to muster enough shrewdness, I leaped toward the man who flinched. Poor Panda. He looked traumatized."Mr. Salvatore! I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?" The man looked taken aback by my enthusiasm. Ha! So he couldn't digest the irony. Welcome to the club.With everything I have got, I managed to look remorseful when I rather wish I had hit my target, who at the moment was drilling holes in me with her glare. "I rushed here instantly when I heard you were here. I'm a
I grimaced as my whole body felt limp with nervousness. I was finally going to face the man who was the only person holding a lamp in my dark drowned life. "It could be another no ball in the court or it could be another weasel of a man messing with me." I pursed my lips, I wondered why I was even falling for this ruse in the first place."I need to take a seminar on decisiveness asap," I mutter as I shut my eyes in the running car.I had asked the Old Gardener to drive me to the address on the slip.His information was minimal, the address too was of a Hotel Suite so who knew when he will evacuate? I sigh my humiliation away, stalking a man. A new low for me."He had recently sold three centuries-old Artifacts for hundreds of millions, the sale was under wraps. My guess is, it was the Italians. He also bought several big names stock in the industry so you can understand why your Dad was boot-licking the guy."Mother's words rang in my head as I tried to assure my heart there was
I swung it as hard as I could to give him a free ride to the galaxies above.He turned around at the last minute with his eyes bulging in disbelief. I was quick to part with my accomplice of a possible murder. I hid my hands behind, taking several steps back only to stumble on the sofa behind me, "Sorry…" I squeaked, making sure to look as miserable as possible.I seem to have broken him though, as he just stood there hung up in thin air."I just got a little carried away—""Were you seriously going to hit me?" I should tell him he's delusional to think that I did but that might be the trigger that will get me kicked out of the door.I smack my lips together, and my silence seems to have given him the answers he sought. He fell back on the sofa, running a hand through his face. His hair was open today and I almost find myself envious of the texture he flaunted. Drool-worthy."Khanam Deewana." He muttered and I'm pretty sure he's cursing me. "Indeed a wench in Regression."(Crazy Lady)
Damn Sarkhan! Damn his next three generations.Judgmental eyes fell on me. The man looked like a noble upright man while I looked like a shameless hooker, who had exhausted all her means to seduce the man.He stood there in all his glory with casual clothes and a neat appearance, while I looked like I just had an illicit tumble in the hay.I shook as my rage took over the good half of my working brain. The little I had about me left me when my eyes fell on Old Henry, the Gardener giving me 'shame on you eyes' from the sidelines.Cocky Parttimer on Earth.I looked behind me to see that awful sewer rat now sitting on the sofa as if nothing ruffled his feathers while he observed the good show. I wished to be buried under the debris of this very building as my father looked at me with dismay. This was going to escalate into a scandal. A stain on my name forever... there were too many mouths to close. With nothing left at my disposal, I took out the big guns.I faced my father and sniffed
I entered the empty elevator and that was the end of my courage. As the door behind me, I slumped against the wall and slid down groaning.I held my heated face and hissed. Th-That... how could he dare!Sarkhan…God he does things to me, how I didn't turn into mush in his presence must be what you call adrenaline. He had been too pleased with my decision that he had offered to escort me home.I tapped my face for a better measure. I can't believe he was this close.He's such a… man!How will I live with him, after I marry? I can't afford to jump his bones just because I can't control. I snorted yet again. When I was near him I felt bold, no! Actually, it began when I became aware of his presence beside me. My anxiousness might have consumed too much of my consciousness. Men… God! I whined in my hands yet again. What do I do? I have never associated with boys or men at all with no cause. I just didn't like men close to me who thought they had a chance with me. And I believed boys wer
I'm getting married.One thing was clear, Sarkhan wasn't a fragment of my imagination. Jordan was lying.My attire wouldn't raise any suspicion.I took a look at the dress I had chosen for the day: It was a local brand. The Sheath Dress was ordinary and Red with loud Peach flowers. Instead of heels like I usually prefer I chose boots with a sensible 3-inch heel.I hummed, giving a nod at the easygoing makeover I had done with Dutch Braid. Nothing looked ostentatious. The Lycans or whatever they were that had saved me had now left me to die. But why save me at all? Why not just leave me there to die altogether instead of saving me and then leaving me to die?I couldn't fathom anything that could warrant such resentment.Was killing merciful than leaving a person to suffer, waiting for an eventual death, mercy?I had my breakfast and yesterday's dinner in my room. I didn't have any strength left to look anyone in the eye, after knowing what I was going to do today.They didn't want me
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