All Chapters of Serpentine Desires : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was tired, so tired I couldn't even lift a finger. My back was screaming at me for being a superwoman last night and my buttocks were sore. God damnit! Not even a week and I already wanted to go back.Lord knew why I decided to be a saviour when I knew I was a blind owl. Couldn't even see without my glasses, and now, not only was I left with a broken elbow and sprained foot, but broken glasses too. I got them fixed before moving to Russia, and now it'd take another sum of money to repair them. Great. Looks like my clumsy ass come with a price tag – and not the discounted kind. Brilliant."You up, Dorogaya?" She walked through the bathroom door wearing nothing but a towel. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling my cheeks warming. Despite the Russian cold, Alina preferred wearing less clothes than a sunbathing lizard. "Had breakfast?"I continued packing my bag in a hurry, realizing I had less than twenty minutes left for class. "I don't have enough time for breakfast," I grabbed the assi

I swallowed hard, suddenly not wanting to go in. He said child, but I feared that my assumptions would go to Pacific. Anyway, it was too late to back now. I was here for a job.The door opened quietly and a soft, dim light illuminated the room. I stepped in. Breaths caught in my throat. My heart pounding in my ears. The door closed behind me with a small thud, and I jumped startled.Swallowing down the nervousness, I took a look around. It was not a bedroom, but a large room bifurcated into an office and a mini-lounge. My nostrils twitched. Among the scent of leather and patchouli everywhere, there was a strong smell of tobacco mixed in it, but beyond that, there was a heavy odour of Oud. Somehow, it reminded me of the forest behind my house in Texas. So familiar yet distant. Something I was always scared to explore. Wild beasts and deadly creatures resided there.And this moment it felt like I was going into that forest. Something flickered in my periphery, my body instinctively mov

There was a little bird here. With fluttering wings and quivering eyes. Hypocritical and desperate. Weak and transparent.I had never been the one to be fleeted by small creatures. Not only useless, but they're often hard to tame."You scared her." While smirking, Kyle poured two glasses of Beluga and directed his gaze towards the useless contract. "You're cruel."So I had been told. The qualities I got from my dear father. No complains. I love the power control gave me. The feeling of being the one controlling rather than a powerless freak was intoxicating. In control, I felt alive. I set the pace. It was not a mere rush, but a necessity.Power was a necessity. Without it, I was just like that little bird—vulnerable, at the mercy of the winds. It was my armour, my shield against the chaos. It granted me control, and the ability to shape my world rather than be shaped by it. I couldn't afford to be weak, to let the small and fleeting dictate my fate. No. I needed to command, to domina

I was hyperventilating. Never in my twenty-two years of life had I imagined blushing just because a boy decided to sit next to me. I'm not trying to be dramatic, but when Ivan's friends called him over, he ditched them and plopped down in front of me, digging into his lunch like it was the last meal on Earth. I didn't know if I should stare at him, eat, or remember how to breathe. Spoiler alert: I chose hyperventilating."Are you okay, Fina? Your face is all red," I swallowed realising my panic was showing on my face. I shook my head, hiding my burning cheeks with my hair I thankfully decided to keep losing today. My hands were clumpy and all sweaty in this cold weather. I hope he didn't find me awkward or weird. Moreover, I could feel piercing gazes slicing through me. The girls sitting behind me had been glaring at me ever since Ivan and I stepped into the cafeteria. Ivan mentioned they were from our class. How come I never saw them?Or maybe you were too busy being an introverted n

He was looking at me. At least that’s what it seemed like.Unshielded hunter’s eyes, staring right through my soul and piercing me as if he could demolish me whole. Finish me whole. Shifting unconsciously, trying to ignore the sensation of my wet jeans clinging to my legs and the damp sweater plastered against my skin. The cold I felt seeped deeper than the fabric or the snow that had snuck into my jacket. It was his gaze that truly chilled me to the bone.That unbothered, unfocused, hollow gaze.I wondered what was happening in his head, and the icy draft slipping in from the slightly open window didn’t help either. I had forced myself to shut it, sealing out the storm outside—but I could still feel it. Just like I could still feel his stare.And wasn't he cold? He was only wearing a robe, like yesterday. At least this time, he had the modesty to tie it up.I, on the other hand, had to jump the wall and eat the snow. Just great. He didn’t even have the damn modesty to hire a gatekeep