Marina
I turn into Medusa with hissing snakes for hair when a guard takes me to the dungeons. He hangs my birdcage in the middle of a dark room, right in front of another prisoner.
"You..."
My eyes turn vicious as I glare at the person tied up in the birdcage in front of mine.
Long blonde hair falls down on the floor, and his head jerks up, revealing a pair of broken blue eyes. My mood immediately turns sour.
John.
"Marina?" John's voice is weak. He barely possesses enough power to keep himself sitting on his knees. Bruises cover his skin, and his muscles look less swollen from a lack of protein. I almost pity him.
"Yes, John," My bitterness mixes with anger when I feel that familiar pull between us, that humming in the air. I no longer want him, but the mate-bond is trying to force me into loving him. I hate it.
John awkwardly laughs, clearly nervous about speaking with the mate he left for another girl.
"How have you b
MarinaI'm a bundle of nerves when Adam enters my prison cell. Even though I'm imprisoned, the metal bars are doing nothing to hide me from his widening eyes, from the intensity of the aura surrounding him.I feel exposed under his gaze and extremely dirty. I haven't showered in ages, while Adam seems to have gotten his shit together during the time we spent apart.For some reason, he also seems more rugged than before, more intimating somehow. Maybe I'm not used to being around him anymore, or he grew a couple of inches.I bend my neck, once more studying Adam.He is wearing fresh clothes, and his raven hair is back to looking perfect in a new braid. Did Adam put time into fixing his hair before coming here?Irritation chews me up and spits me out."I brought you some food," Adam sounds strange, guarded.I glance past him at the food scattered over the floor. He spilled the milk, and now the bread is soaking it up like a spong
AdamIf anyone told me there would come a time and day for me to love someone who wasn't my mate, I wouldn't have believed them.In my eyes, the mate-bond is sacred. But I was wrong about how the mate-bond works. I thought the mate-bond made you incapable of loving anyone else other than your mate, and yet, I'm far gone when I peer down at the woman in my hands.It amazes me how such a tiny little thing can make my insides burn, cry and beg for her touch. The intensity of my emotions is like nothing I've ever felt before.Marina.Lord, I've never been this whipped by a woman before, owned, and she doesn't even realize it."Do you think we could somehow use vervain to our advantage?" Marina asks.I lean against one of the walls, sinking down until I have the little mistress pressed to my upper abs. She isn't as stiff as she was a moment ago, even daring to make eye-contact when I peer down at her.It makes my heart swell in my c
MarinaBack inside the mountain, I never felt at home. It felt like I was sleeping, endlessly waiting for my life to begin as the seasons went by.The only thing able to bring a smile to my face was my daydreams about John. I thought meeting him again would save my life, change everything I knew and make me happy.And I was right.If John hadn't broken my heart, I wouldn't have met Adam and fallen in love.He isn't my mate, but does it truly matter?Adam feels like my home, the only thing that makes sense in this crazy world of mine. With him by my side, it suddenly feels like I can do anything.Silently, I peer up at the sleeping angel with my heart swelling in my chest. Adam is cute, although he would probably find it insulting if I said it to his face.But no matter how cute he is while lying all spilled out on the ground, I won't let him fall asleep on me just yet."Adam?" I clear my throat. "This is kinda uncomforta
MarinaSadness is the chance to learn about yourself and your soul; it's when your heart opens its windows and doors.Now, as tears stream down my face, I realize how much Adam truly meant to me, how much joy his smile brought me, and how much I truly loved him.I'm stranded, crashing while my mind calls his name, but there is no answer; Adam doesn't call my name as I shout his. There is only silence slithering around me as memories of us play on repeat inside my head."I think Jenny got the other ones locked up in her bedroom," John pants as he sets me down on the ground. He is shaking, tired from running in his human form in a castle built for giants. His blonde hair is sticking to his forehead as sweat glistens on his skin. "I just need a moment,"Looking around, I notice that we are standing in the throne room. The morning sun is lighting up the walls, blinding my eyes. Old paintings cover the walls; banderoles are hanging from the ceiling, and
MarinaChaos is the only word able to describe my reality as of now. Lily is staring at John, who is busy howling into the wind and breaking things inside the castle to relieve his agony.So far, John has thrown three chairs and ripped apart every banderol from the ceiling, frightening Lily further with his display of strength and anger."Should we do something?" Lily asks me in concern."I honestly don't know," I reply.As I'm looking up at John, I notice the ground trembling beneath us, and when I swirl around, I detect my furious sister.What a sight.Standing in the doorframe of the throne room is one enormous, ruffled angel.My sister's wings are no longer on her back. It seems the vines did a good tearing them to nothing, leaving her looking like a giant human with burning rage covering her face.Bruises kiss her skin while she is heaving, her shoulders slowly falling up and down as she glares at me with murderous
MarinaLooking into the face of my sister isn't easy. She shoved a dagger into the heart of my lover and ate my friends; it's difficult holding back that screaming rage at the back of my head.My memories are still intact, but I remind myself that none of that has happened yet; it never will.Although it hurts me, I know I won't save John, meet my friends, or even have the gorgeous Adam fall in love with me.At this moment, I will change the future."I-I didn't know you were awake..."Jenny's voice is pained, filled with sadness. Her face holds no anger, only loneliness as she keeps her gaze on the floor.I roll out of bed with a smile slowly creeping up on my face. Deep within me, my heart is mending. It's whispering soothing words into my ears, telling me this Jenny wears the face of innocence, that she isn't evil yet."Jenny, I'm sorry," I place my hand on my sister's shoulder to offer her comfort as my eyes convey regret. "
MarinaNever in my entire life have I been running this fast; not even when my life was in danger did I put this much force into my legs.The sun is lowering behind the trees, painting the scene in this vivid orange and salmon as the warmth of spring fans my hair. I'm sweating; on the verge of vomiting from not being in the best shape after the ice cream I ate after dinner."I shouldn't have gulped down that glass of wine either," I scold myself as I stop to breathe. With the support of a tree, I lift my head to squint ahead.The lake is looking as lovely as ever with glittering water under the sunrays. I keep staring, my heart stopping in my chest at the sight of a large man sitting by the corner of the lake.White wings, the wrong color, clad his broad back as he observes the setting sun. He lifts his chin to the sky, and I sigh at the short white hair on top of his head. The hair is shaved on the sides but more extended in the middle; I honestly
MarinaI don’t want to get married today.Pure discomfort is radiant in my reflection as I sit on that damn chair in front of the mirror while my mother is standing behind me. She is humming to herself and braiding pearls into my hair to create that perfect Victorian hairstyle.She is calm and collected. And I hate how she is acting as if it’s perfectly normal to marry off your teenager to some random guy from another tribe before she has even turned eighteen.His name is Rain. I haven’t met him yet. My mother says it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, but I had hoped to at least see his face before our parents had arranged this wedding.My mother, however, called me shallow when I asked to see his face. Apparently, I should be grateful that my family has found me a husband. It’s a privilege to get married, my mother has told me.Unfortunately, I don’t share her opinion. At least
MarinaNever in my entire life have I been running this fast; not even when my life was in danger did I put this much force into my legs.The sun is lowering behind the trees, painting the scene in this vivid orange and salmon as the warmth of spring fans my hair. I'm sweating; on the verge of vomiting from not being in the best shape after the ice cream I ate after dinner."I shouldn't have gulped down that glass of wine either," I scold myself as I stop to breathe. With the support of a tree, I lift my head to squint ahead.The lake is looking as lovely as ever with glittering water under the sunrays. I keep staring, my heart stopping in my chest at the sight of a large man sitting by the corner of the lake.White wings, the wrong color, clad his broad back as he observes the setting sun. He lifts his chin to the sky, and I sigh at the short white hair on top of his head. The hair is shaved on the sides but more extended in the middle; I honestly
MarinaLooking into the face of my sister isn't easy. She shoved a dagger into the heart of my lover and ate my friends; it's difficult holding back that screaming rage at the back of my head.My memories are still intact, but I remind myself that none of that has happened yet; it never will.Although it hurts me, I know I won't save John, meet my friends, or even have the gorgeous Adam fall in love with me.At this moment, I will change the future."I-I didn't know you were awake..."Jenny's voice is pained, filled with sadness. Her face holds no anger, only loneliness as she keeps her gaze on the floor.I roll out of bed with a smile slowly creeping up on my face. Deep within me, my heart is mending. It's whispering soothing words into my ears, telling me this Jenny wears the face of innocence, that she isn't evil yet."Jenny, I'm sorry," I place my hand on my sister's shoulder to offer her comfort as my eyes convey regret. "
MarinaChaos is the only word able to describe my reality as of now. Lily is staring at John, who is busy howling into the wind and breaking things inside the castle to relieve his agony.So far, John has thrown three chairs and ripped apart every banderol from the ceiling, frightening Lily further with his display of strength and anger."Should we do something?" Lily asks me in concern."I honestly don't know," I reply.As I'm looking up at John, I notice the ground trembling beneath us, and when I swirl around, I detect my furious sister.What a sight.Standing in the doorframe of the throne room is one enormous, ruffled angel.My sister's wings are no longer on her back. It seems the vines did a good tearing them to nothing, leaving her looking like a giant human with burning rage covering her face.Bruises kiss her skin while she is heaving, her shoulders slowly falling up and down as she glares at me with murderous
MarinaSadness is the chance to learn about yourself and your soul; it's when your heart opens its windows and doors.Now, as tears stream down my face, I realize how much Adam truly meant to me, how much joy his smile brought me, and how much I truly loved him.I'm stranded, crashing while my mind calls his name, but there is no answer; Adam doesn't call my name as I shout his. There is only silence slithering around me as memories of us play on repeat inside my head."I think Jenny got the other ones locked up in her bedroom," John pants as he sets me down on the ground. He is shaking, tired from running in his human form in a castle built for giants. His blonde hair is sticking to his forehead as sweat glistens on his skin. "I just need a moment,"Looking around, I notice that we are standing in the throne room. The morning sun is lighting up the walls, blinding my eyes. Old paintings cover the walls; banderoles are hanging from the ceiling, and
MarinaBack inside the mountain, I never felt at home. It felt like I was sleeping, endlessly waiting for my life to begin as the seasons went by.The only thing able to bring a smile to my face was my daydreams about John. I thought meeting him again would save my life, change everything I knew and make me happy.And I was right.If John hadn't broken my heart, I wouldn't have met Adam and fallen in love.He isn't my mate, but does it truly matter?Adam feels like my home, the only thing that makes sense in this crazy world of mine. With him by my side, it suddenly feels like I can do anything.Silently, I peer up at the sleeping angel with my heart swelling in my chest. Adam is cute, although he would probably find it insulting if I said it to his face.But no matter how cute he is while lying all spilled out on the ground, I won't let him fall asleep on me just yet."Adam?" I clear my throat. "This is kinda uncomforta
AdamIf anyone told me there would come a time and day for me to love someone who wasn't my mate, I wouldn't have believed them.In my eyes, the mate-bond is sacred. But I was wrong about how the mate-bond works. I thought the mate-bond made you incapable of loving anyone else other than your mate, and yet, I'm far gone when I peer down at the woman in my hands.It amazes me how such a tiny little thing can make my insides burn, cry and beg for her touch. The intensity of my emotions is like nothing I've ever felt before.Marina.Lord, I've never been this whipped by a woman before, owned, and she doesn't even realize it."Do you think we could somehow use vervain to our advantage?" Marina asks.I lean against one of the walls, sinking down until I have the little mistress pressed to my upper abs. She isn't as stiff as she was a moment ago, even daring to make eye-contact when I peer down at her.It makes my heart swell in my c
MarinaI'm a bundle of nerves when Adam enters my prison cell. Even though I'm imprisoned, the metal bars are doing nothing to hide me from his widening eyes, from the intensity of the aura surrounding him.I feel exposed under his gaze and extremely dirty. I haven't showered in ages, while Adam seems to have gotten his shit together during the time we spent apart.For some reason, he also seems more rugged than before, more intimating somehow. Maybe I'm not used to being around him anymore, or he grew a couple of inches.I bend my neck, once more studying Adam.He is wearing fresh clothes, and his raven hair is back to looking perfect in a new braid. Did Adam put time into fixing his hair before coming here?Irritation chews me up and spits me out."I brought you some food," Adam sounds strange, guarded.I glance past him at the food scattered over the floor. He spilled the milk, and now the bread is soaking it up like a spong
MarinaI turn into Medusa with hissing snakes for hair when a guard takes me to the dungeons. He hangs my birdcage in the middle of a dark room, right in front of another prisoner."You..."My eyes turn vicious as I glare at the person tied up in the birdcage in front of mine.Long blonde hair falls down on the floor, and his head jerks up, revealing a pair of broken blue eyes. My mood immediately turns sour.John."Marina?" John's voice is weak. He barely possesses enough power to keep himself sitting on his knees. Bruises cover his skin, and his muscles look less swollen from a lack of protein. I almost pity him."Yes, John," My bitterness mixes with anger when I feel that familiar pull between us, that humming in the air. I no longer want him, but the mate-bond is trying to force me into loving him. I hate it.John awkwardly laughs, clearly nervous about speaking with the mate he left for another girl."How have you b
MarinaWhen Colton takes my birdcage inside the castle and enters this colossal room, the entire world stops.The sight before me wasn't one I expected.Blonde curls splayed out over an elegant chaise lounge chair, hands belonging to a female angel excitingly reaching into a bowl of humans as she laughs; it all turns me to stone.I'm having trouble breathing as the blonde angel dangles a human in front of her waiting mouth while servants are fanning her face with gigantic leaves, massaging her feet, and collecting empty wine glasses around the marble floor beneath us.The human screams, but the female doesn't care. Her mouth opens wide as her tongue greedily slips the human into her hungry mouth."That's so refreshing,"I wince at hearing Jenny's voice, realizing this is her. Colton clears his throat, and I immediately wish he never had.Jenny, her narrow red eyes, twists her neck to observe first Colton and then flicker down h