Romances de D Infinity1

(Omniscient POV)Inside the conference room, shareholders sat stiffly, tense, back straight like a hammer would descend on them if they slouched. Dominic moved in his seat, the swivel chair giving him the freedom to turn from side to side. But the more he did, the more the people around him stiffened, with sweaty foreheads and hands that couldn't sit still.His lips curved into a faint smile, and watching the event life from the Acting CEO’s office which Diana had left moments ago, Roman scoffed. “ Cocky b*stard! No doubt you're enjoying the attention.” He thought, and turned the second the door creaked.“ Mr. Hill…Sullivan.” The Acting CEO called, unsure of how to address him. Roman gave him a gentle not, with a faint smile that stayed up long enough to help the man calm down.“ Would you like to join us? We have begun?”He shook his head. “ I am not here for that. There is an important announcement that will be made today. I'm here to make sure it happens.”He nodded in understandi

(Diana)I checked my wristwatch for the umpteenth time. And paced, like it would make the time to jump to the schedule. I woke up early. Right about the time before the birds ever sang. Had a light breakfast and subsequently emptied my stomach in the toilet. Three times now.It's not the food.The house feels empty without the Nostre couple around. The walls whisper. Judging eyes follow me everywhere I turn, and from the heated gaze of the two guards I have been intimate with, I know they blame me when I'm not watching. Once the dawn chorus began, my heart sank. “ How do I do this alone?” My bones crack within. My muscles twitch restlessly, and my feet hasn't stayed without motion for a minute.I'm nervous. The kind that gets you sweaty, makes you check the time always, while getting uncomfortable the closer you got to the moment. I fan myself and run my fingers through my hair. Halfway I remembered I had just had it done yesterday and this rough handling would damage the curls.

(Hazel)Dressed in a high-low olive dress, I sat through the entire proceeding, watching my sister show support for the couple that has torn us apart. I did not shift in discomfort. I watched. Last night, I had dreamt of the obvious. She was helping my enemies. I did not expect to see her in court but I came prepared to counter her. Our eyes rarely met, and when they did, the glow of spite in her eyes made me blink. There was something in her eyes. Laid back, but there. It roamed in the flicker of her eyes. In the stretch of the muscles on her face. It wasn't jealousy.It was hate. So raw and unfiltered. Wild and untamed.Lying beneath her lenses. I could feel it. Diana blames me for something, and whatever it is, it's not casual.Adrift, I heard her name and turned in the direction of the voice. She got up and walked into the box. What happened after the oat, had my stomach churning.“ These are all lies. Lies targeted at breaking my family and turning me against the wonderful p

Muted, I stared at nothing in particular. Not their faces. Not the food I had found served, waiting for me. I blanked. “I played right into her trap,” I thought, getting up to leave, but she called me back. “ Not so fast, Diana. I am not done here.” She said, dropped her cutlery and rose from her seat.“ You Sullivans think you have the real power. You think too much about yourselves. Meanwhile, you all are figureheads controlled by the person you least expect. At that moment, I wished I had come down with my phone, but then I remembered that I had attached the recorder Hazel had disabled under my own end of the table. My usual spot on the dining. I reached out and pressed a button that starts it. I hadn't tested if it still works, but I prayed it would.“ I presume since my husband and I are just some average couple, you must have thought yourself so lucky that you have never asked yourself how you got connected to Mr. Sullivan.” She continued with a contented smile. Calm. Too cal

“ You have got to be kidding me!” I thought and flounced inside. Stripped to her underwear, the woman who claims to be my mother is sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for the door to shut again.Startled, she dove for the sheets and struggled with it before she successfully covered her chest down to her thighs.“ Diana, what are you doing here?”“ What am I doing here?” I repeated to myself, and shrugged. “ I was looking for you.” I said and turned to get a good look of the man behind me. The one who had made me feel so good an hour ago that I already thought of having him over tonight. He's wearing protection, and so is the man beside him. I look down at the floor and see torn sachets of condoms everywhere, and on the cupboard was a container I recognised so well.“ Enhancements? Seriously?” I quizzed no one in particular, and turned to face the one behind me. “ Have you no shame at all? Mother and daughter in one day? How morally gray are you?”He blurted, “ come on, you both

“ A law suit?”“ Yes, princess. I thought about it deeply before doing it. I warned them to come clean, or I will meet them in court. I have broken a promise before. I do not intend to start now,” Madeline replied, flipping through a bridal magazine like she has got a wedding to prepare.“ Are you sure that now's the best time to do this? It could wait until Piper's funeral…”“ No, princess. I cannot appear before Piper to say goodbye and have nothing to give him as a parting gift. He has always wanted you to reclaim your birthright and for the Sullivans to face the consequences of their crimes against Roman. Proving it in court is the first step.“And it's the only way I can show my face at his funeral. So, let me do it. No offense that you're a Sullivan, but that family name needs to be brought to justice. And it has to be done while their witch of a granny breathes.”She inhales sharply and closed the magazine. Dropping it by the side, she crossed her legs, her spotless white turtl

Two weeks later, morning sickness hit home. With Mr. Li's funeral around the corner, I kept it to myself. Unsure of whether my guess is right.Last thing I want to do is raise Aaron's hope only to dash it into pieces. On the eve of the funeral, thunderstorm hit home like a rage of the sky. Lightening tearing through the heavens like an entirely different shot of its own. For brief seconds, it would draw a map over the face of the sky, blending with the background fit of the clouds like an art piece. With one of the bed sheets draped over my shoulders downwards, I peeped through a parting in the curtain. Aaron had ensured the windows were down before retiring to bed, but it did nothing to prevent my shuddering breath at every class.“ It's going to be wet tomorrow,” I muttered under my breath.“ Mm-hmmm.” Came an unexpected reply.“ You're up?”“ Yes. Felt your side and it was empty.”I dragged my feet, shambling towards him, while the sheets dogged my steps. “ Come here,” he said a

Sneaking out of the house, I dragged Aaron to the club where we met each other for the second time. I recall he had been drugged. “ Do you remember this?” I raised my left wrist to him, showing him the Rolex watch he had gifted me. He shakes his head. “ You still have this?”“ Yes, I still do.”“ Does that still work?”“ Yep!”“ Isn't it a little old?”“ Nope!” I maintained, running my hands around the edges. “ Don't you think you need a new one…”I cut in sharply, “ no, Aaron. I don't need a new one. I need this.”Softening a little, I took a deep breath and sighed. “ You told me I had the same birthday with your late little sister. It was also your first gift to me. Nothing can replace it. Nothing.”“ Sorry, Mrs. Devinsky…”I punched his belly quickly, before anyone could make sense of what he said. “ Forgive me. That was a slip.” He said, coughing. For a moment, I was worried I might have punched too hard. I take off his hood, and felt his face. “ I'm sorry. It must have hurt a

Olive and beige, I chose. Not to fit into the background or stand out, but to remain me. Rough winds greeted me when I stepped out of the car, whipping my curls against my face. The graduation gown responded to the wooing of the wind, swaying in every direction it called. Heels clicked on the marble walkway. Heavy footsteps fell with a thud that made my eyes follow the shoes. The scrap of metal in the distance fell in sync with the honks of excited parents and delighted guardians. This is not a matriculation.It is a convocation.But I couldn't have imagined I would be attending it alone.The end of a four-year journey. The end to beefs and feuds that had us second guessing ourselves. Of professors who would have you crawling to pass a course. Some who take gratification in kind. Some whose annoyance stems from your very existence. Some…some whose happiness only comes when you're sad, lonely, frustrated and depressed. And a few who need heirs that will fill their shoes when they're

(Nicki)It was stormy outside when her presence was announced. Maya and I shared a look. Her forehead wrinkled, and her lips twisted in displeasure. “ No way she is here because of the baby,” she summed. “ That's not like the vixen.”“ Careful now. She's a member of the Devinsky family. It's only proper for her to be here.” I countered. Knowing Maya's temper, nothing is going to stop her from striking a hurtful blow at Lisa if I so much as showed signs of support. I waited for her entrance, my eyes lingering on the door with mixed feelings. It's been awhile since we saw each other. “ What's keeping her outside?” I muttered, more to myself than to Maya whose attention had reverted on the yarn. She wants to make a cap for little Aaron.She scrunched her nose, glanced at the door, and shrugged. “ She might have bumped into Mr. Devinsky on her way, and chose a different mission.” She taunted, avoiding my gaze.I fight the urge to confirm what she had just said. I trust Aaron. He wouldn'

“ You wanted to talk. I would advise that you make it quick.” Aaron snapped, hands dipped in his pocket.Michael chuckled dryly. Unlike him, there was no trace of mirth or amusement in his voice. “ My guess is that you blame me for drawing you away from her before the flatline.”“ I'm not here to assign faults or act righteous. I want to get back to my family. That is all, and the faster you speak, the best for all of us.”Micheal looked across Aaron's shoulder to the door they had exited moments before, a rattling silence settled in his heart, and in its company, was memory.Of the love he once had. A love like this.“ I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he started off, after a long pause, but Aaron came at him mercilessly.“ You don't seem to have anything order than two wrong feet and your grumpy heart. Don't patronize me, Micheal. You and I are not friends, and we cannot be friends. But if there's something these past few weeks have taught me, it is this: you don't get to decid

Third person POV)He sped towards the door like a mad boar, and skidded to a halt when one of the male nurses rushed out and barred his way. “ It's best you stay outside for now…”“ No…no…I shouldn't have left her side. No…Nicki, please…I'm still here…”“ Please, Mr. Devinsky. Let us do our job.”Eyebrows raised, muscles contracting with sharp piercing pain, he scowled. “ Which part of what I said wasn't clear? That's my wife in there!” He thundered, about to push the nurse away, but the doctor on glasses showed up in time to stop him.“ You brought her to me. I need you to trust me with her life. I have never lost a single mother under my watch and by God, I am not about to lose the sweetest of them all. She will hold her child. She will…now get out of my ER so I can work.”He stepped backwards until he bumped into Michael. Making no attempt to apologize, his knees knocked and crumbled. He cupped his face, down on both knees, with his soaked clothes clinging to his body like a secon

From the moment he dropped the question, to the time my father had his men march me to the bride's room like a prisoner of war, bound in fetters, and shamed through the streets of men who couldn't wait for me to be pronounced guilty inorder to rip my clothes off me, my muscles contracted painfully, uncertainty dragging the reins of my helplessness. My heart lurched, a wave of shivers leaving me with a shuddering breath. Even my father didn't doubt my involvement. Almost like everyone wanted to get rid of me.It wasn't the death that scared me. It was the process which would be involved in proving my innocence that scared.I would have to drink her blood. The blood oath. The prove everyone is waiting for. “ Drink it all!” Damian scowled, eyes burning like molten lava. It hasn't changed since his arrival in the hall.I swallowed it all down to dregs, the metallic taste lingering on my tongue long after I had licked it off my lips. “ According to our traditions,” I said, with one hand

I felt a skip in my heartbeat. I glanced at my father wondering how he had agreed with something as ridiculous as this. I am to take the crown from his head and transfer it to Damian. What other way would they tell me to give him my crown myself. “ Let me get this straight. Something tells you all that I would go along with this preposterous plan? You wouldn't think that father. Certainly you must know I wouldn't bow to this nonsense.”“ Yes,” she replied. “ We knew. Which is why we made a second plan.”“ A second plan? Fine. Out with it! Tell me how you intend to cage me so that I can't raise my head or cough a word while carrying out your goal for global peace.”She chuckled softly. “ Why would you think that? Of course you know I wouldn't dare. Your mother's loyal men would sooner hang me in the cursed fields than have me hurt a hair of your head.”“ I'm glad you and I share that opinion. So, what do you have in store for me…stepmom?” I said, after fighting off the urge to call he

They could be getting wed and this is his own way of telling me ahead of time. I imagined her by his side and my chest tightened. I could not be with him openly, but she would. Even in private, he has grown distance…gone from my side to be with her. “ I knew you must have learnt about us. That alone would explain your attitude.”I waited for it to fall. For this weight on my chest to fall off with the confirmation of my suspicion. “ I never planned for it. The goddess had her own plans…”“ The goddess?” I shrieked in near horror. “ No…no…no. It can not be. Tell me this isn't true.” I cried.“ She's my fated mate.” He announced. My knees knocked and crumbled to the ground. “ It cannot be,” I mumbled, reality sinking into my muddled brain. Every pang I felt when I learnt about her, returned. Twice as worse. Hitting home like it could saw me in two. Getting the reins of my emotions, I got up from the grown, looking into space like whatever that had dared to offend me was across my pos

(Third person POV)On the wall, a tablet reads 30LC, with strokes marking and crossing months that had gone by in the Lycan Calender. Marked as 30LC. Daisies and roses adorn a flowery pot on each side of the room, its fresh scent perfuming the whole room. Seated on the dining, are the two royal bloodline since the first descent. And today, a marriage proposal has brought them to the same table. “ Damian,” the king called, and took the alpha prince aside. “ Your sister has been summoned but she will not appear. Our guests can not be kept waiting any longer, neither will I oblige her anymore. This would make the fifth marriage she is rejecting, and I will not have it.”“ I shall talk to her,” he replied coldly and exited into an adjoining corridor. Moments later, he arrived at her door. It's parted, just enough to let her pet through. He looked inside and met everywhere neatly set, but she's asleep.“ Lucy Delily. You can not sleep this long on a day like this,” he said, and tapped her

(Lucy)I don't know which one is more embarrassing. This young uncivil man, shredding the top of my dress in the midst of over fifty people scattered everywhere. Or the fact that guards are sweeping in like it's doomsday, inviting my eyes to feast on my half-naked cleavage.Good lord!Someone loped straight up to me, and threw a jacket over my shoulders, with the back of the jacket covering my chest. I mumble a thank you, sincerely grateful for the quick save.“ May I accompany you back to your quarters, ma'am?” He asked politely. The way he says it makes me question myself if I had run into him earlier. It comes back negative, and that is when my eyes roamed around until it settled some metres away, where a familiar figure radiates a hot rugged charm, with an aristocratic pose and demeanor that tugged at my heartstrings... momentarily...but that aura…it feels like I am looking straight at the angel of death.I glanced at his line of sight and met the young man who had torn my dress,

(Damian)I have been told about my five times of reincarnation, but the healers never identified the face of the woman. All they told me of was the tattoo. So when I found Lisa, I thought I had finally found her. The woman who has been destined to meet her end in my hands in every lifetime. A part of me wanted to correct the pattern, but something else works for it as well — having a pup. She's the only one that can carry my child. The five stars of reincarnation meant something to me. I couldn't fathom there could be another reason for her to have such a tattoo on, other than as a result of glimpsing into the past we both lived through together. But I was wrong. Maybe it wasn't a tattoo after all. Maybe Lisa had copied the real mark of the five stars from someone…it's true owner. I waited until she had finalized on the day of the time walk. The head healer excused herself and that's when I got up to meet her. “ By chance,” I droned, repeating the question in my head ever before th

He dismissed me, and dressed up like nothing happened. I waited until dinner to ask Luthor the question that plagued my thoughts. He didn't come home either. Picking my food, ears tilting at every screech or steps coming my way.After a long wait, I retired to bed without eating. At midnight, I tiptoe downstairs for a glass of water, hoping I don't wake anyone. But midstep, lights flood the room. I hold a hand over my eyes, complaining. “ And here I thought I could grab a glass of water without waking any of you.” I said, my vision adjusting to the light. Ignoring the momentary disturbance, I step across the sitting room, heading to the kitchen.Then it occurred to me, I hadn’t seen who flipped the switch.I trace my steps backwards, eyes focused in the direction I would find the switch, while my heart evened its beat like it just a regular occurrence.Footsteps came to a halt, and my gaze landed on a figure, leaning against the wall with just his pajama on, hands akimbo, like a shr

I expected him to stop. To detach and hurriedly pull up his pants. Or disappear somewhere while I take the time to straighten up and compose myself before heading to the door. But he pressed in, holding me by the hips and slamming in like his next breath depended on it.I press my right palm over my mouth, drowning the feeling to loose myself and mount him right here. Right now.I pant below him, my knees threatening to cave soon. But the way he reaches for my hand, intermittently, keeps me longing for each thrust to come at greater speed.And when he came, I was halfway to orgasm. Dissatisfied. Disappointed. Wearing a disgruntled look like an endorsement of my displeasure.If only he knows how much I hate him right now.He lets out a sigh, detaching from me. I kicked his hand, annoyed. “ What? Oh dear, my bad, you aren't satisfied.” He asked, grinning like he just won a lottery.“ Hope you're satisfied now? You finally had what you wanted.” I complained bitterly. I was almost there.

I slumped on the swivel chair, exhausted. A storm swirled in my head. I don't know what Luthor is up to, but I don't have the luxury of time to wait for some divine revelation of all that. Once the clock struck twelve, an alarm went off. My first lecture for the day. I push my weight up to my feet. First few seconds go by with my attempt to steady my steps.“ Alright, Moraine. Let's do this. We can't let him win.” I say to myself, prepared to make it to class without passing out. “ Good afternoon, everyone.”“ Good afternoon, Professor.” And a disorganised ring of voices that chose “prof,” instead, followed.Halfway into the first class, an activity going on at the edge of the classroom got to my attention. I try to ignore it at first, until I couldn't. “ She's going to know…let's go easy.” came the voice of the girl sitting on Luthor's thighs.Deserted, with only the two in the roll, their identities weren't difficult to capture.“ Do you care if she sees us?” He flatly said, wit

A new student for the professor I have no idea which of my problems gives me sleepless nights. One month of a horrendous honeymoon, I'm back to school, as Professor Moraine Kingston.Getting off the car, I paused, taking a look around the environment I have missed for months now, but that's not all.My eyes scan everywhere with greater attention like I'm looking for something.I have no idea what it is.Heels clicking against the floor, I strut toward my office, mainly avoiding the stares of the young ones around and responding to quick ceremonial greetings.Reaching my office, a student pops out by my side.“ Welcome, Professor.”“ Mm-hmmm.” I hum, taking in his appearance with quiet dislike.First three buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned, leaving his hairy chest outside. His smile is rehearsed and flirtatious, lips moving with strange difficulty. His pants are tight. Doesn't look comfortable to me at all. And his hair? Dyed.Like a man I know from Adam normally does. “ Name, an

Leaving one monster for the king of monsters. I suddenly regret leaving at all. No, I regret taking his offer. Adam would have sold me to him without second thoughts. I made it easier for him to acquire me.I sold myself to him.“ Do not misunderstand me, Moraine.” The clattering of his cutlery against the saucer snaps me out of a drift, and only then did I notice I hadn't taken a bite of my food. “ My men can trespass anywhere, but not with my wife. It's the greatest disrespect to tempt you into making…a cuckold of me.”“ How romantic!” I thought. I could smile or blush if I hadn't read the message on the screen.“ He was sent to you.”By whom else apart from my bloody contractual husband? Sending a man up to me and killing him when I complain is another shade of darkness.“ As time goes on, you will understand my choices better.”“ Mm-hmmm.” I hum, and began to eat. But the message doesn't leave my eyes, neither does the gunshot leave my ears. I jerk every time it goes off, skippi

“ Just for tonight,” he added, his fingers already traveling towards me, while his gaze remained locked with mine.“ You should stop,” I said and turned away. “ You will lose your job the second your boss finds out about this. I will pretend you were never here. Leave.”“ Moraine…”“ I said, leave!”Taken aback, he stares at me for long and tilts his head, but he doesn't move. Or leave.A smug smile lifts the corner of his lips. “ I understand you don't want to sound desperate but that's a bit too much. You know, I could help you tonight. No one needs to know. If you don't talk, I won't.” He says, seductively running his fingers over his throbbing length. “ A male stripper? For goodness sake, did he send him to test me or what?” I sigh and click my tongue. “ I will rather fuck myself than give you that chance. Besides, you are not half of the man I f*ck every night. Now get lost before you miss a ball and the chance to ever make any woman happy again.”Gone like a breath, the room se