Lilia Aksenova is a student of the Faculty of Finance. She has a boyfriend and a favorite hobby, but life is turned upside down when a classmate drives her home. A new friend and her family are surrounded by an aura of mystery. And her uncle was seriously interested in Lily. He's a werewolf She's human He's lost his mate She doesn't know what true love is He's been living on instinct for the last decades She's relying on reason What will come of it?
View MoreIn the life of every person there is an important date - the starting point for a new round of life.
We are mistaken in considering some major events as fateful: the choice of a faculty upon admission to study; Moving to another city; buying a long-awaited car.
Life will turn a trifle upside down.
Lily clearly remembered the day when her life began a new round.
And this was not due to the fact that she won the lottery or learned about the imminent death of a distant, but very rich relative, no.
I didn’t meet a broad-shouldered handsome man with a charming smile, a sparkling look, strong hands and sensual lips ... although, no, I met him, but a little later.
The downpour changed her life.
- Hi! The classmate pulled the girl out of her thoughts and stood next to her.
“Hello,” Lily replied indifferently. For three years, Eleonora Rokotova was in no hurry to make friends and, as far as Lilya knew, she did not communicate with any of her classmates, she kept herself apart. She greeted politely, answered questions in monosyllables, and was never interested in anyone's life from acquaintances outside the university.
“Come on, I’ll give you a lift,” Eleanor suggested.
They stood under the canopy of the building and watched as the rain poured like a wall. Stormy streams of water foamed, storm drains could not cope with the elements, and people moved ankle-deep in water. We hurried to the stop. And it's in March! Lily looked down at her suede boots.
- It's a pity, they are very beautiful. My offer still stands. The girl smiled and opened her umbrella. - We're on our way.
- How would you know? - Lily was surprised at the knowledge of her classmate.
“And I saw you several times getting on the bus. I live in the "Lake Valley", - the girl said the name of a very pretentious and expensive place, among the people: "The village for the poor." - Let's go. - Rokotova took her classmate by the arm and dragged her under the umbrella.
The girls ran down the stairs.
Opposite the entrance to the university, a gigantic white SUV stopped. A man the size of a car ran out of it and opened the door. Rokotova briskly darted inside the cabin, leaving the umbrella in the hands of the driver. And Lily was treading water; a narrow dress did not allow to take a step on a high footboard.
The driver chuckled at the girl's efforts.
- I'll help you now. He folded his umbrella and in a quick motion swept her under her hips.
“Thank you,” Lily grumbled, straightening her dress.
The man sat behind the wheel and shook his head, drops of moisture flew around the cabin.
- Well, Elka, will you introduce your friend? He shook his head again, ran his fingers through his hair, and turned to face his classmates. - Mmmm, pretty. Lily's impudent eyes scanned Lily shamelessly.
“Enough, Mitya,” the classmate barked and hit the man on the shoulder. Man? No boyfriend. Lily looked at the pretty face. Yes, he is younger than she thought. This is Lily, my classmate. My brother Dimitri, and he is a noble fool.
- Brother?! Lily exclaimed in surprise. It was very difficult to imagine that these two were related. Elya is tiny, with thin bones, incredibly graceful hands, and this one… more than two meters, with huge palms and overly smiling. Even against the backdrop of an SUV, the young man looked impressive.
“Elka didn’t eat up her porridge, so she didn’t grow up,” Dmitry responded to the remark. - For you - just Mitya. - And again a wide smile, showing perfect teeth.
Rokotova snorted and laughed:
- Oh well.
- Lily, - the girl had to introduce herself and shake the hand extended by the guy.
"Lilia," he repeated with his eyes closed, and drawing in air, he added: "Very tasty girl."
“Does that even mean?! And why did I get into a car with strangers?! To hell with it, with the rain, I’ll get there on foot! Lily panicked.
“Mitya,” Rokotova growled, “don’t scare your friend!” She will now run away because of you!
The girl's hand was finally released from the grip, and Lily cautiously moved closer to the door.
"That's a compliment..." Dmitri said.
- Keep them to yourself. You forget that not everyone understands them. Don't pay attention, my brother has no sense of tact, it's not natural. A rude and a rake, - Elya emphasized the last words with pressure.
"Rake" ... And who in our time uses such words? Lily thought.
“It's okay,” she smiled politely and watched in horror as the SUV pulled away.
There was still the opportunity to jump out on the move, while passing the checkpoint. Lily imagined how she would look from the outside. It is only in the films that the heroes land beautifully on their feet, but she would roll like a sausage through the puddles and, most likely, under the wheels of some car.
The click of locked doors pulled out of her thoughts, at which the girl nervously twitched.
- This is so that you, Flower, do not jump out on the go. - The guy was having fun, and she could only puff frightened and hope that in thirty minutes she would really be at home, and not dug in the nearest forest belt.
Elya laughed merrily, but seeing the fear in her friend's eyes, she pulled back the laughing guy.
Don't worry, we're normal. Elya burst out laughing again after her own words. - Honestly.
“Uh-huh,” drawled her brother. If he's a brother, of course.
- Hope. - Lilya turned to the window and, to her own joy, noted that they were going in the right direction.
Elya kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the seat with her feet.
"They say you're good at drawing," she said.
Buckle up, Elka! If the uncle finds out, he will tear off my head, - Dmitry asked.
To which the girl rolled her eyes, but still put on her seat belt.
“Uncle is turned on my safety,” Elya explained, wrinkling her nose.
- Is it bad? Lily asked doubtfully.
“Believe me…” Elya took a breath of air, wanted to continue the story, but glanced at the driver's seat and fell silent. Well, what about drawing?
“I’m drawing,” Lilya answered, and she herself became agitated with renewed vigor.
“How does this Mitya know where to take me? After all, they didn’t say a word.”
- Well, Flower, scared again? The girl was being watched in the rearview mirror.
“Are all my emotions so clearly reflected on my face?”
“I didn’t say where to take me…” she said.
— Don't worry, we see you almost every morning at the bus stop. Yes Elka? So I know you in absentia, - said Dmitry.
"Yes, Mitya," answered the sister.
“In general, there is only one road leading out of the city, and, by a happy coincidence, it coincides with our direction. The guy laughed and slammed his hands on the steering wheel a couple of times, obviously pleased with his joke.
“I told you, fool,” Elya waved her off. So what are you drawing?
- Everything. More often portraits, I like when the work is done realistically. But it takes a lot of time, so it takes a long time to finish the job. What the customer requires, then I draw, - not wanting to go into details, Lily managed with general phrases.
- And what do you like yourself?
- Nothing, when a hobby goes into the category of work, it does not always bring joy.
- Why? - the meticulous classmate did not let up.
For the tenth time, Lily assessed the view outside the window, made sure that they were going towards the house.
“Because it’s full of perverts and people with a complete lack of taste. And what do you do in your free time? she asked.
— Garden, I have a garden. Elya shrugged her shoulders melancholy. - I still do not give a quiet life to my brother, and not only to him. Can I come to visit you someday, I really want to see your work? The girls said they were incredible.
“Elka, you know…” Dmitry shook his head negatively.
“I know, I know,” Elya confirmed doomedly.
A feeling of resentment for a classmate and, probably, female solidarity, forced Lily to answer:
- Of course, come. Do you want tomorrow after class? I can't today, I need to finish the order.
- Want. Mitya, will you take us? Elya asked her brother with childlike joy in her eyes.
- Not! he answered.
“Please, I’ll just take a look and then we’ll go home.” Half an hour.
We'll talk at home.
“Strange dialogue… very strange. Why can't an adult go to visit someone? Lily thought.
To her delight, twenty minutes later the SUV parked at the entrance, and Lily breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the door; nasty little drops of rain flew into my face.
“Well, Flower, where are you going?” Wait, I'll help. - The guy in a couple of seconds was next to Lily and extended his arms to her like a small child. - Jump.
— I myself.
“It was not enough to be in the arms of others for the second time in the evening.”
“You yourself will only wring your neck in your boots,” Dmitry remarked.
Lily slid to the edge of the seat, lowered her leg, but the wet sole slipped off the metal footboard, and the girl collapsed into the man's hands with a limp carcass.
"Put me down," she protested.
- Yes please. It was a pleasure to meet you, Flower, - Dmitry said.
“Lily,” the girl corrected and waved goodbye to Ela. - Thanks for the ride. Call when you want to take a look. I'll be happy.
The inhabitants of Purgatory fed on the emotions of people who got here - sinners. They drove them like cattle, forcing them to atone for earthly sins, reveled in human pain, fear and despair.The unceasing rustle of wings was heard behind him, Andras confidently crossed the rocky terrain, driven by the thought of speedy revenge. “ No, I will feed on the witch first. - From this thought, he lost his stride and smiled predatoryly, imagining how Mila would ask for forgiveness. Definitely on my knees. Only on your knees! “And then I’ll close my fingers around her thin neck and…” He shuddered with excitement and anger.Andras lazily threw over his back:- Abomination, how long have I been with you? - and added a step, not waiting for an answer.— How should I know? the freak snorted. - It's neither day nor night. Only people. Only food.Squishing sounds and a heart-rending scream forced the demon to turn around, grimacing. Swollen to the size of a cow, the Abomination dug its thin, curved
Andras loudly announced his return, slamming the door.Mar ran out of the living room and shook his finger:“Hush, hush, lady is working!” - he whispered, and holding an edifying thumbs up.“Before, I was not met like that,” said the owner of the dwelling.— Bes! he snapped indignantly. - You didn't mix anything up? I'm still the boss here!— Yes, lord. The shorty backed off. “But the lady is not in the mood. She strictly forbade her to be disturbed.“Now I’ll cheer her up,” the demon whispered menacingly and stepped onto the first step.Until recently, only he dared to be out of sorts in his own house. What now? And now suspicions began to creep in that the servants were less afraid of him, and more lazy.— Mistress! Shorty overtook the marquis, ran up the steps first, and in such a hurry that at the very top he stumbled and fell to his knees. Fussily he got up and flew up to the office, knocking three times, whispered:“The master has returned, mistress.“Hmm,” the demon drawled dis
- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:
- Well. Melissa dropped her backpack at her feet and looked around.Andras's room was a study: shelving, armchairs, a fireplace, an ottoman, two desks, one littered with books, thick leather-bound albums, sheets of notes and empty packages of nuts, the second is clean, but with black marks on the surface."Don't you want everyone to see what a slob you are, Grand Marquis?" She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously.“The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman:
- Lord. - The demon appeared right in front of Andras' feet, threw up his head and spoke: - The lady has been found! The lesser demon's throat gurgled with delight.- Great day. The Marquis broke into an anticipatory smile. “And it will be magnificent when my fingers close around her wrist.” Who found?“Furfur,” the demon gurgled.“What irony,” the demon chuckled.Tired of futile searches, the Grand Marquis went for a trick: he had to reveal to his brothers the news of finding a mate and wait for others to do all the work for him, Andras will only have to appear at the right time in the right place and pick up the ever-elusive soothsayer.Only in the face of a common danger, the demons unite, and the rest of the time their relationship can hardly be called friendly. Centuries-old lawsuits, mutual insults, conspiracies, encroachments, attempts - this is what any self-respecting demon must do throughout his life.Tired or do not want to participate in the eternal squabbles - you will be
“This is not how I envisioned my first coven. Melissa looked at herself in front of the bathroom mirror. The reflection smiled wryly and reached out with trembling hands to the neck of the bloody shirt.The witch left the holiday as soon as she received the permission of the Supreme, but before that she had heard enough of the mockery of other witches and enjoyed the incessant chatter of the demon in her head. But Andras was tired of harassing her with stupid questions, or he was simply busy with something else, more useful, and now there was a pleasant silence in his head.“And I didn't imagine it that way. - The raven turned to the wall and answered absently, examining the ornament on the tile."Don't we know how perversely dreams come true," Melissa laughed.Her fingers nervously touched the marks left by the nails of the Supreme: on the forearms, collarbones, thighs and shins ... Dirty-burgundy streams of water descended over the stomach, legs and disappeared into the dark drain h
- Get undressed! commanded Ingelda the Soulless, only after listening to her granddaughter's vague story.- Granny!"Quick, I said!" — Demanding firm tone did not fit in with the appearance of the witch. Young, graceful, with flax-colored hair and young green eyes framed by dark, fluffy eyelashes. “Well, why are you snapping your beak, Pascal, undress her quickly!”- No, I'm on my own. I just don't understand why.Ingelda grabbed the zipper of her dress and pulled it down.“If he put his seal on you, and the Grand Marquis did, I’m sure…”How's the print? Melissa felt like slapping her forehead.Deftly slipping her dress from her shoulders, she dropped the rag at her feet.“And what did I teach you two?!” Ingelda walked in circles around her granddaughter, looking at every inch of her skin.“I warned her that her idea would end badly,” Pascal taunted.“You should not have warned, not allowed!” exclaimed the old witch.“Just say the word across to you,” the familiar mumbled.— What are
Andras was sincerely surprised that he fell into such an elementary trap. “ How could you not notice the witch circle?! - scolded himself. - As if for the first time a trap was set not on the floor, but on the ceiling! lamented the Grand Marquis. - No wonder women are called "witches" even those who do not have a witchcraft gift. They will confuse their heads without sending visions. All these tricks, seductive outfits, languid looks, smooth movements and sharp phrases that remain in memory for a long time . Namely, in this witch, who stood opposite, everything that Andras was thinking about was combined. He could have sworn he had never met a dozen of such women in his life. Witch. Goldilocks. Intoxicating with her mere presence. The embodiment of a cocktail of femininity and pride.Forgetting himself, the Grand Marquis leaned forward and was able to take a step. Without thinking about how he escaped from the witching circle, succumbed to the impulse and dug into the plump lips of th
“The hostess is suspiciously cheerful,” grandfather Yosha thought. He dangled his furry legs over the edge of the cupboard, polishing the crystal goblets to a shine.Pascal, for the hundredth time, studied the Book of Knowledge in search of the demon he needed. He thought: a yellowed page, covered with angular handwriting, hung in the air:I don't want to agree, but you're right.- Why are you leafing through it all, leafing through it? Do nothing? grumbled the brownie, taking up the decanter. - If there is nothing, then help. The hostess does not drink twice from the same glass.- Who drinks? croaked the raven, rustling the pages.- Everybody! Really what will happen if you taste currant liqueur several times from the same vessel?“I tell you, village,” the raven complained, croaking.- And I'm telling you: I've been serving in the city for four hundred years! Yosha began to frequent, waving a checkered towel. - As the owners set off from their homes, so I followed them. And our vill
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