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Sienna I can’t hate Tash, I can only love her. She is my best friend, my cousin. Killer is a man that never got a taste of sweet, Tash can be that for him. He needs sweet, not a bitch. Not me. I have so many skeletons in my closet. The look he gives me, sensing my thoughts, says maybe I am right. “Let me take him for a bit,” Natasha whines in a sweet voice. I wait to hear the no, but I don’t. I watch him actually give Kaleb to her. That is a first, even I have to fight Killer for my boy. Not sure why it pains, but it does. I drop my gaze aware his are steel, making the room cold as he stands there after Natasha moves away with Kaleb. “Leave.” His voice whips the air and I am not stupid to know he is talking to everyone else. That is Killer, still a bossy Stone. Always getting his way. I remain on the floor, refusing to look at his face because it will mean staring up at him, and now that we are alone I don’t w

Sienna Beggar and I decided to stop at the shops for some ice-cream. We got back to the clubhouse an hour ago. I’m sitting in front of the television on the carpeted floor trying to watch The Flash, I am a huge Marvel fan. I had a collection of comic books to prove it. Kaleb is on his back kicking his legs, fist in his mouth talking in his loud baby language. Frost, Mercy, Beggar and After were taking up the one long seater, whilst Bull and a biker named Radar took the 2 seater. The two of them stayed with us in case something happened. The club was overly cautious. Natasha hasn’t gotten back as yet, since her ride with Killer. My doing. I couldn’t tell her she couldn’t go on a ride with Killer, because it made me jealous. And frankly I doubt it would have made a difference since Killer was dead set on going for a ride with Natasha on his back, and at that stage I doubted that whatever I said would have changed the outc

Sienna“So ladies, it’s time to ride,” Spade says rubbing his hands together.“As is customary, the bride needs to sit on her haunches, Hannah and Beggar as well. No married women allowed,” Snake voices as Hannah points to her belly. Beggar just ignores them, and talks to After. I smile at her no care attitude. I can see why Zero chose her. “What must I do?” Natasha asks.“You can ride with me,” Killer says and my heart drops, like someone just threw ice water and woke me up from a dream.“Get that shit out of your head, I need to do this,” Killer says. “What? Go fuck my cousin?” I yell, and get up walking away.I leave the table and Killer follows me to the kitchen where Mercy and Knight stand by the sink washing dishes. “What’s the problem SIENNA? You have my ring on your finger, we just got married,” He asks and that is the big question isn’t it. What is Sienna’s problem?

Sienna“Sin,” Killer yells again, and I am so close to the point of strangling him if he calls my name one more time. He was up at the crack of dawn and already showered.I woke up three times during the night to feed Kaleb without any help since Mister didn’t want anyone in our bedroom when the door was closed.“I’m coming,” I snap trying to get my jeans up my ass. He takes me to a church with Kaleb at the back of the car. We jump out and Mercy, After, and Frost are waiting outside. My cousin looks sexy in a white figure hugging dress and black heels. Mercy is wearing a purple number and After has on a pants suit. Their hair are styled and makeup done to the 9’s. I look down at my jeans and then at my boyfriend, who is holding Kaleb to his chest, also in a suit. “Don’t look at me, you wanted to wear jeans.” Boy does he look sexy in his shades.“Come on, the service is about t

Sienna3 months laterThings with Killer were good, we didn’t talk about the file since that day. And no one talked about the day he wanted to kill me. The clubhouse was on locked down but we still spent our days in the river and riding the horses which I later found out was Killers. I went through Diamond’s videos, but I always felt I was missing something. Killer got Michael to add other cameras in the place but something wasn’t adding up. Our interaction with Michael was good not just for Killer, but for Frost. She was texting him again and it made a difference to her life.We didn’t make love, and it wasn’t for my lack of trying. But whenever I kissed him and I made a move for his pants he bolted up and made some excuse about something he had to do. I didn’t mind, because we spent our nights in the same bed.Kaleb was getting big and sitting up and he looked like a small mini me. Fros

Sienna"I can't Kevin." A tear slides down as I push him back."What are you scared of Taylor, I already know who you are.""Don't call me that," I snap at him."But that is who you are, Taylor Sinclair.""Who I am? This!" I pull at my cheeks, I point at my nose and circle my face, "Isn't me, I’m a fraud, a plastic surgeon’s makeup."He grabs my wrist again, "You are not that inside. You are the girl who drank my shitty milkshake 20 years ago, looked me in the fucking eyes and told me it was the best milkshake you’ve ever tasted. That girl, with brown hair, dimpled cheeks and light fucking green eyes that have haunted me, every night for ten fucking years. The only difference is now she is shaded by life. But not that." "I’m the girl who tried to kill her sister’s father out of jealousy, the one you kicked out of her home." He frowns, and swallows, "You that too, but how the fuck where you suppos

Krav The pressure pushed again, harder. Not an attack. An instruction. Get up. Move. Remember. Claim. The same way I would tell a young dragon to ride a crosswind instead of fighting it until he tumbled. “Not yours,” I said. “Not this life.” I felt it smile. Not warm. Not cruel. Certain. Then my vision shifted a last time and locked into something that made my stomach drop. I was looking through eyes that were mine and not mine at a battlefield that wasn’t a field. A grid suspended in air. Bodies moved across it in lines. Wolves. Dragons. Something older. I moved my hand and the grid answered. A door opened in the middle and he walked through. Me. Not me. He carried blue in his bones the way I carried it in my blood. He carried heat in his wings that matched the heat in my throat. He looked at me like I was late. Then he said my name in a voice that had never needed a mouth. “Korrin.” My body flinched. No one had called me that in years. Not as a name. As a title. The old wo

Krav Flight always cleared my head. Not tonight.The city dropped away under me into a clean grid of dark roofs and blue ward lines. The tower spires cut the clouds. My wings drove hard. Air burned through my lungs clean and hot. I pushed higher until the hum of the lower nets faded and only the high lanes held me.Catan wanted the cold and the height. My panther wanted ground and walls. I ignored both. I needed the sky.Three days since Ashlyn’s vision. Three days since Keiral said the name none of us should have said. Three days of sleep broken into pieces. Every time I closed my eyes, the seams moved. Every time I landed, the ground felt wrong, like it wanted to tilt.I banked east and cut for the ridge. The mountains held steady in the dark, black lines against a washed moon. I rolled, locked my wings, and let my body fall until the wind screamed in my ears. At the last second I snapped open, flared, and climbed again. Muscle. Bone. Heat. Simple.Then my vision blurred.It hit fa

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Keiral For many moments we stood in silence, contemplative of what this all meant.Ashlyn. Me. Mira. The deaths. The god. It was hard to come up with anything worth saying.The lab around us hummed — the steady pulse of tech, the low thrum of the generators under the floor. The overhead lights buzzed faintly, and the air felt too still, too tight.Ashlyn stood with her arms crossed, eyes distant, as if she was somewhere else entirely. I sat on the edge of the counter, legs dangling, trying to make sense of the puzzle pieces that refused to fit. Mira sat near the door, her head low, fingers fidgeting with the charm Ashlyn had given her weeks ago.It wasn’t just fear that hung between us. It was confusion — a thick, heavy kind that doesn’t let thoughts form straight.“I keep thinking maybe it’s all connected,” I said finally. “The deaths. The dreams. The god.”Ashlyn didn’t look at me. “They are.”Her voice was quiet, but final.Mira lifted her head. “Then why us?”That was the questio

Ashlyn In all my years, I knew someday death would find me like a calling card, waiting to show me its face.It came that night.Krav’s apartment was quiet except for the hum of the city through the windows. My skin still burned from where his hands had been, slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of us, saalt, musk, heat, and something electric that always came after we touched. My hair clung to my neck. His heartbeat pressed steady against my back as I lay half across his chest, eyes half closed, lungs trying to remember what calm felt like.We didn’t talk. We never did right after. It wasn’t awkwar, just silent. The kind of silence that said everything we didn’t have to.Krav’s fingers traced along my shoulder, lazy. His breath warmed my ear. “You’re quiet,” he murmured.“I’m thinking.”“About what?”“Whether the gods still remember who they made us to be.”He gave a quiet laugh, more breath than sound. “If they ever did.”I smiled faintly, but it faded almost as quick. S

KeiralIt had been a month since they found out about the god, and not a single day since that day had passed without me worrying about it. The labs were quieter now, but my mind wasn’t. Every night the dreams came.The black horse.The shadowed figure.The voice whispering about choices and fire.It was never the same, yet it always ended the same — a feeling that something inside me was ticking down, waiting.The rain started late that afternoon, soft against the window glass. I sat cross-legged on the couch, hair pulled up, surrounded by folders and half-empty tea cups. The apartment Ellan had given me was too big. Too polished. Chrome counters, slate floors, a single plant that kept dying because I forgot to water it. It didn’t feel like home — just a pause.A knock came at the door.I didn’t move. “I’m working,” I said.“You’re lying,” Ellan’s voice answered through the door.I sighed, got up, and opened it.He stood there holding a brown paper bag that smelled like soy sauce, ga