All Chapters of ROYALS OF RIDGEWOOD: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

STORMTo say I have never been sexually frustrated is an understatement.I bust open my bedroom door and I stop in my tracks. It has been transformed into this beautiful space and in the middle of it, there is this huge bed it could fit ten people.“you like it?”Cole asks behind me and I jump, having not heard him.“I thought I wasn’t allowed to have a bed in here.”“Well, we figured we will at one point want to be together and cuddle together, so why not make your room special, if you want us all you can have us,” he replies and I walk in as I run my fingers along the soft fiber on the sheets.“I like it,” I murmur and I look up to see him smile a little. It almost makes me forget that I am supposed to be mad at them.“I am glad you do,” he gets in and heads towards the bathroom.“you need to shower,” I point out as I stare at his bare chest which is covered in blood streaks and his black jeans too are covered in blood.“yes I will, but you first,” he starts to run me a bath in the h

STORMI am clenching, and instead of being met with pain, I feel him start kissing my neck, and start to grind on me. I forget that I was supposed to be anticipating pain and start to try to lift my hipbone to his. By now, it's only he who is touching me and I wonder where the others are.I feel a smooth and blunt prod my entrance and then start to push in. The one with me right now stops when my body goes taught again that he stops and before I know what is going on, he holds me in a hug, rolling me over for a minute and then I feel another body behind me and then I am back on my back again. This time, I am laying down on a body that’s holding me.He starts to tease my nipples and the other sucks one in his mouth as he runs his blunt tip between my folds up to my bud, in a back-and-forth movement. The one behind me positions his length in between my butt cheeks and with the feel of it, I can't imagine being turned on more than I am at this moment.The tip goes back to my entrance and

STORMI get out of school early today, as I have to meet with my mother today, who thought it was a good idea to come to school and pick me up.I am tailing her as she heads to a glade nearby and stops the car, getting out with a small bag in her hand.I slam the car door shut, feeling both great seeing her and also very anxious.“you shouldn’t come to the school like that again,” I start as I approach her.She only smiles before cocking her head to the side. “hello baby, I am glad to see you as well.”I sigh as I hug her, yes briefly closing. Every time I hold her, I feel like I am dreaming but also very glad to be with her.“how was school?”“oh you know, same old same old,” I shrug as I kick a stone.“no, I do know, I uh,” she sighs wiping her brow. “I missed all of that with you.”I suddenly feel awful for thinking that she was being reckless showing up just like that. “it's good, I am ahead of all the classes and there is even a PTA meeting I wish you could attend and fill the pa

STORMMy imagination of the ball was surpassed. It was a fancy black-tie event with cocktails, canapes, a band, and dancing.There were so many high-profile people in the werewolves community in attendance I wondered if the president might be there as well.“Father outdid himself this time round,” Cole says as he looks around the room. The boys all stand on my side as we all examine the room and my eyes peruse to see if I can see where the council is. They are all dispersed, talking to different people across the room.Now that I am here, with the waiters and waitresses passing drinks in their small trays I wonder how I am going to achieve this mission of mine.“I need a drink,” I whisper and Kyle takes a full trey as one of the actresses passes nearby.“I will have this, thank you.”I down the champagne, and I look at the flute wondering if that is supposed to accomplish anything. I could as well be drinking grape juice.“I got the good stuff in my pocket,” Dean says when I take his

KYLEIt's raining, and cold.That doesn’t stop the fire lit on the arrow in my hand. I release it and watch as it hits its mark. Dean does the same beside me and we all watch as the arrows spark and light the bodies to flames.I can hear my small brothers' sniffles and my mother’s sobs.I clench my jaw as I watch the body burn, the funeral gloomy and the rain hitting my face, as I watch father burn beside his best friend since childhood. It seems ironic that they were all born on the same day, has been together since, and died on the same day.I won’t stop watching even as the boats float away to far distance and people start leaving.My mother and brothers linger for a while and then they too leave. I don't move an inch.That’s because I don’t know what this means. For the first time in my life, all of my life, I don’t know how I am supposed to behave, do, or even act let alone say.I think it’s the guilt I carry deep within me. I had wanted and even fantasized about the old man dyi