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DEVINA'S POV “We're good to go, ma'am. Everywhere is clear.”I licked my lips, tightening the hold I had on the gun as I glanced at Denzel and readjusted my mask, determined to finish this quick and efficiently. It was my idea, after all. I opened the car door, getting ready to come down as Denzel did the same. “Good. Everybody start moving.”I adjusted the mask on my face, pulling the hood of my leather jacket up to hide my hair as well. Denzel and I walked step by step, and I tucked my gun between my jeans and my waist. It was uncomfortable there, but I could easily collect it if anything went wrong. Hopefully, nothing did though, because I only had the gun to threaten them, and the last thing I needed was to be forced to pull the trigger just because they were proving to be stubborn and wouldn't listen. Denzel and I made eye contact, and I could tell he gave me a gentle, soft and reassuring smile, although I couldn't really tell because he also had a mask on as well so maybe I
Why the moon roars Tense shot.
DEVINA'S POV I bit my nails, starting from my left thumb as I clenched my teeth on it until it stung. Tearing off the extension from my finger, I spat out the nail and moved on to the next — my middle finger. I wasn't a fan of biting off the nails of my index finger, or my pinky one either. That was gross. I preferred to stick to my thumb, my middle, and my ring finger. Those made the biting more comfortable and didn't make me have to arch my wrist in an odd angle. I was very much aware that biting your nails wasn't exactly the best of habits, neither was getting so frustrated that you'd pull on your hair until you'd accidentally tug quite a few strands off. I wasn't so much of an innate peasant that I didn't know that much. But, ultimately, I had to choose one of the two as a coping mechanism, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to be walking about and parading the streets while the blazing sun would shine on my bald head with an unforgiving heat. That seemed like a special kind of tortu
Why the moon roars Apology not accepted.
DEVINA'S POV I placed my hand on the old lady's thigh, squeezing it as I shuffled closer to her. She stared ahead, letting out a low whimper when our shoulders brushed even closer together. We were on the way back to the hotel so we could pack our stuff and get to the airport. I had texted Nightshade that we had gotten the woman and made sure the man didn't have the balls to say anything to the police — not like the police would've done anything to intervene that would actually affect us anyway — and he'd replied like the bossy bastard he was:Irritating Bitch 2:37am :Good.So you can do something right. Well done, my loveI already booked you a flight back for around 7amBaekalis’ mother is riding with the other menDo you understand? Me 2:38am :? Am I going to get on the flight alone then?? Jesus… Irritating Bitch 2:38am :No DevinaYour so slow Keep upDid he just type “you're” as “you”? I was poor and struggling, but certainly not illiterate. God, the way he typed someti
Why the moon roars Denial
STEPHEN'S POV Clyde sat down on the bed, gesturing to the chair behind me. I grabbed it and drew it closer to him, sitting directly opposite. We were facing each other, and like this, it was possible to see every one of each other's facial expressions. Clyde crossed his legs, putting one over the other as he laced his fingers together. He rested his laced fingers on his knee, leaning forward as he stared at me. “Stephen.” Clyde's posture, even though he was leaning, was still inhumanly straight as he addressed me, his tone filled with faux gentleness. “I think it's about time we talk everything out. Don't you?”I waited with laboured breaths for Clyde to start talking. He seemed to take much pleasure in building up the tension because he really did just stare at me for over a minute. I shifted in my seat awkwardly, the thin layer of fabric covering the foam of the chair wrinkling underneath my weight and making a weird sound. I brought my hands together, fiddling with my fingers i
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DEVINA'S POV “Dev.”“Devi.”I shuffled around, stretching my arm out to feel an empty space beside me. I grumbled under my breath, grabbing the closest thing to me. It was a pillow — or at least it felt like it — and I immediately wrapped my hands around it and clutched it tightly, burying my face into it so deeply that I was sure that my cheeks were squished against it. “Devina…”I nosed at the pillow, getting comfortable as I let myself get consumed by darkness. God, I was so tired. I really just wanted to sleep. “Babe!” I flinched, my whole body jerking so harshly that my head hit the head board. It was mainly made of foam and was soft overall, but the force I had used to hit my head against it made it hurt very very badly. My eyes immediately shot open, my hands abandoning the pillow as I cradled my head and winced, the part that had hit the head board throbbing. “Shit, I'm sorry, Devina. Are you okay?” I glared daggers at Denzel, sulking as he came to my side and removed my h
Why the moon roars Run boy run.
DEVINA'S POV We stopped at the airport's entrance, just in time for us to get organised and settle before our flight left. Hell, it hadn't even landed yet. The driver didn't bother turning off the car's ignition, and while we were seated, I took the liberty of uncuffing Cynthia's hands. I removed the gag from her mouth as well, throwing it on the floor and waiting for her patiently. I observed as she stretched her jaw, opening it and closing so as to soothe the ache that must've been present in the joint. She also rubbed at her wrists, the area slightly red and irritated, but it looked like it would be fine in a few minutes…or hours. Cynthia sniffled, and I brought up the spare handkerchief that I had come with to dab at the place underneath her eyes, cleaning her face with it as well so she looked a tad bit more presentable. Denzel helped her smoothen her hair, running his hands through the tangled locks. If you ignored the redness of her eyes, and how her bottom lip was trembling
Why the moon roars Extraordinary.
STEPHEN'S POV The car ride back to the pack house was awkward, far more awkward than it was to leave. It was weird being alone in the tiny space with Clyde after an argument — if I could even call it that — like that. Although, thinking about it now, it was less of an argument and me just snapping at him..? Maybe I should apologise. He seemed kind of hurt when I didn't let him talk. I mean, it wasn't like anything was his fault anyway. If we really analysed the situation, most — if not all — of my current problems were self inflicted. Well, self inflicted wasn't exactly the right word for it. They were less self inflicted and more…mismanaged. They could've been greatly avoided if I just calmed down and talked to someone. But it was too late now, I suppose. The only thing I learned from this whole thing, really, was that I was just an idiot. Imagine trying to kill yourself and then failing because you didn't know how to do it right — even though you thought you did. Dear god, my li
Why the moon roars Man on the moon.
STEPHEN'S POV Clyde made pizza. It was surprising to me that he even knew how to, almost as much as it was surprising that the pack house even had the necessary ingredients we needed to make one. When I had asked him why he chose to stress himself out and make pizza instead of instant noodles or something, he simply smiled at me as he brought the cooked pizza out from the oven. “I'm pretty sure Ardyn would eat anything you make, if that's what you were worried about,” I mumbled, the lovely scent of pizza filling the atmosphere and reaching my nostrils. “It's not that he wouldn't eat anything else,” Clyde mused. “It's just that I promised I would make it for him, or we would just order some, if he behaved for a week straight without any complaints from anyone. And he did, so I suppose his reward is in order, right?”I plopped down on the chair I dragged back when we had first entered the kitchen, chugging down a bottle of water. The temperature was cool, not cold enough that it woul
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