In 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 poli
“Elka, if Leo finds out, we will get hit in the neck, both of us!” Dimitri watched his sister in the rearview mirror.“He has nothing to learn yet,” the girl grumbled."I really hope you don't set me up." Nothing will happen to you, but they will let my skin down.The car turned onto a country road and picked up speed.- I know. But…” Elya tried to reassure her brother."Shhh," said Dimitri. Leo is here.He stopped in a clearing and opened the passenger door.A topless man jumped lightly into the seat. He was wearing only jeans that he hadn't bothered to button up.Why does the car smell like a woman? Mit, did the woman roll again? He immediately began to reprimand. Leo slammed the door in annoyance.- It was I who asked for a ride from a classmate, it was raining outside. Or is humanity also forbidden? Elya asked with a challenge.“No,” the man replied. - Go. - He ran his hand over his face, wiping the drops and grimaced, examining his feet with adhering clods of dirt. “Vela won’t le
Two months later.***Ella, don't go crazy! Lily exclaimed in a rage.- Why not? - The friend was determined and was not going to give up her idea.- Because…- What? Elya gave the girl a long look. “Don't say you're afraid.- Decided to take it weakly? Lily asked with a smile. “Places that Khvostova visits should a priori be avoided,” she tried to explain common truths. “Where are you going with the main slut of the faculty?”— To the bar. And don't be such a hypocrite, people love to gossip and exaggerate.Rokotova pulled up her legs and, bending them under her, settled herself more comfortably on the sofa. Lily, on the other hand, took her place at the table and finished the next order, quickly moving the pen over the tablet.In her case, the fame is well deserved. Elle, trust me, it won't end well.“I didn’t think that you would turn into my mother, or rather, uncle,” Rokotova snorted, not forgetting to flip through the event feed on her phone.“Did you forget that only a couple o
Infected with some kind of childish anticipation of the “holiday”, the friends thought out a plan for several days.Lilya had to pull Rokotov in the classroom: all her friend's thoughts hovered away from her studies.What do they wear in places like this? Elya asked.— Like in any club. The choice of outfit depends on the purpose for which you are going.“I haven't been to clubs,” she admitted.Lily's eloquent look was better than any exclamation of surprise.- Jeans and a comfortable jacket. Extra attention is not needed, - the girl explained.Elya nodded understandingly and continued to record the lecture.***Saturday night was chosen for a reason. According to Eli, only his brother was free in the Rokotov family, and he would not dare to refuse his sister, especially in studies.“That’s all for now, we have a lot to do,” Rokotova said goodbye to Dmitry. She pushed him in the back and closed the door in front of her nose, not even letting her say hello to her friend. - Well, how do
- Stop! Lily screamed loudly.But in the standing noise it was impossible to hear one's own voice.- Stop! she screamed louder.The hippo dragged Elya back to the stairs. The guy, although he looked frail, but the girl could not free her forearm from the male fingers. He stopped, pulled her angrily towards him and shouted something in her face. Rokotova did not hesitate and answered. At some point, she even went on the offensive: Behemoth twitched nervously at her words, anger distorted her haggard face, and shaking Elya's shoulders with force, hit her in the face backhand.Lily took off. Pushing people away, she made her way through the crowd to her friend.The hippo again grabbed the girl by the forearm and dragged her, stopping her attempts to break free and run away.- Let me go! Lily read her friend's lips. - Let go!At that moment three men didn't come to Elya's help, she dragged the Behemoth and held him, emotionally explaining something. The conflict grew, Ros descended from t
Dmitry accompanied Lily to the apartment. He had to make sure nothing else happened to her. Enough of what happened due to the fault of his younger sister.Elya watched her brother in the rearview mirror, and now that they were alone, she was afraid to start a conversation.“Tell me everything in detail,” he demanded.She recounted the events of the evening, keeping silent about something, adding something, trying not to attach importance to what had happened.When you live in a family where you can’t lie even on trifles, you quickly learn to remain silent.The werewolf clicked.“It doesn’t work, sister. Not today. Nobody will believe your lies.“I didn’t lie,” the girl said stubbornly.- I'm a Chihuahua. What doesn't look like?The sister furrowed her brow and pouted her lips.“Looks like a jerk too.”- How tired I am, Elka. And you think I'm the only one tired of babysitting you? No, I want to tell you a secret, everyone! Everything. Maybe stop playing the victim?The car veered off
The car drove off onto a dirt run-in road, bringing the girl closer to a huge house, standing alone to the side.Lily pressed her forehead against the glass and widened her eyes. She giggled as she surveyed the area. As far as the eye could see, the mansion was hidden by a high fence.After paying the taxi driver, she lifted her head, not imagining what people could hide behind five-meter walls.The wrought-iron gate was ajar, as if inviting them to come inside. Somewhere in the distance, girlish squeals, laughter and music were heard.Lily took a hesitant step into the territory.- Wow! she breathed.People's rumor did not lie: the Rokotovs were unacceptably rich.The mansion struck with its size no worse than the territory of the site. Several cars are parked at the entrance, obviously the owner's ones: the students could not afford such cars.To the right is a garage and playground. On the left, practically on the territory of a coniferous forest - it's hard to call it a park - the
Pushing off from the sandy bottom, Lily emerged from the enveloping coolness and turned her face to the light breeze.The sundress did not fetter the girl. With lazy movements, she kept herself afloat.To the shouts of approval, Trubnikov hurried along the path. He raised the bottles over his head, showing off his booty. They flashed, reflecting the light of the lanterns, and joyful cries filled the night.“I hope he doesn’t start talking now about what he saw,” the girl jumped out of the lake at this thought. A wet cloth covered her body. A sharp gust of wind, and the skin is covered with goosebumps.Lily dived into the tent, changed her wet clothes for thin summer jeans and a top, hurrying to close her mouth to her overly talkative classmate. She knew Trubnikov very well: he told what he saw in a matter of minutes, and also embellished with his perverted inventions.The guy was pouring alcohol into plastic cups.“Hold it, Lilka, I added lemonade,” the cocktail handed out.“And that’
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