Novels by MORANU O.A

CHARLIEShould I just drag this man and tell him how badly I want this to happen between us?Because who the hell stays married for over five months and remains untouched, unmated and unbonded?Hell, he is not the one being tortured, it’s totally I who’s being killed by this agony of a thing.If this man child keeps treating me this fragile, I pray to goddess I don’t end up spoiled.Something deep inside of me keeps telling my consciousness that Damiel is considering my assault but what he doesn’t know is I don’t know when it started but I feel very safe when he’s around.I never get why others tend to feel safe around another until I met the presence of Damiel.He makes me feel in control of a power that isn’t even mine.He brings to life those deeper sides of mine I never knew I had stored somewhere.I never knew a day will come that this would be heard from me but it’s actually nice being in an arranged marriage, one with Damiel in it as a package.I feel safe.It’s morning.The wo

CHARLIE So… I realized the mysterious box is quite helpful.It’s been three weeks now, since Hailey and Dailey introduced me to my fantastic three, yes, I named them.And I can say with full confidence that those things are stretching the fuck out of me but no pain no gain, right? Isn’t that the saying.Damiel on the other hand does not seem to notice the way I limp sometimes to the dining table, how I walk with little limps to my classes or how I grow red in the face at the sight of a cucumber.It has been so embarrassing of me to keep coming down to the living room every night wearing nothing but a clear see-through silk night wear that hugs my little growing curves.Dailey has been in charge of my foods, he makes sure I only eat the things that blesses my curves or so he says.Hailey has been in charge of my little exercises and clothe closet. Wear this, wear that, tighten this, tighten that, I am no doll.The man behind all reasoning for my sufferings doesn’t seem to want to spar

CHARLIEMy body is not listening to me; it keeps getting me by the minute. Someone gets me Damiel now.The moment I got to Damiel, I thought he was going to ask me for a kiss but no, this man pulled me into a fucking hug.Who hugs an omega in heat? Let me grind on something or suck on it for all I care, yet he had the guts to pull me for a hug.Fuck him and his hug, even if his hug is making me brawl me eyes out, I clinged to him with my life.Shameless me tried hooking my hand on his clothes and trying to pry them off when he held me still against him. I moved to my other hand which was also stopped by him. Upon being bedridden, he held my two hands tight with his right hand and brought me closer to his face, he used his left hand to support my chin as it snaked down to my neck holding it firmly.His hand remained on my neck as he tightened it more and more by the minute, it was fucking hot that I rolled my eyes deep into my head.He kept choking me a few more times before I started

DAMIELI replied, feeling my heart do that thing it did when my mother died in my arms with no way to receive help from anyone except her twelve-year-old son, who was badly beaten with her and had her blood painting his whole body.He let another tear slip from his eyes.“Vaffanculo, io… voglio Damiel, voglio te.”[Fuck you, I… I want you, Damiel. I want you.]Charlie’s tears were starting to rain down his cheeks.My hands itched to wrap around him.Someone as calculated as him is definitely saying all of this just to get the chance to stay here and fulfill his duty, as he thinks he should.And the fuck? Did he just chest-slap me?I looked up to see Charlie beside me, his face all red, soaked with tears and puffy.I could pinch it.The way his tears kept streaming down his face made me look like an asshole.My little lamb deserves better.“I know what crazy things are going on inside your head. It might be a duty, yes, it is my duty as your royal consort, but I am not forced to do it.

DAMIELThat feeling like you’re floating on air, not water. You feel light but heavy; you feel full and, at the same time, empty. No one said angels were rude to newcomers.“Someone fucking attend to me.”Murmurings.Charlie.I can smell him, sweeter than normal and smoky. His scent is stressed. I hate that. He is feeling like shit because of me, and who the fuck left him here while he is in heat? Is he even having a clear mind?This was part of the reason I wanted to settle him off somewhere else, to avoid situations like this, where he feels like he has to take on his responsibility as a royal wolf consort while neglecting himself.He is here while in heat, for fuck’s sake.I might be a dangerous man after all, but I am no scum of an alpha.Even bedridden like I am, I’m sure they have tried prying him off me or out of here, but his scent can’t help messing with my head.Okay, little lamb. Someone needs to get him out of here and take care of him. The pain and discomfort of having to

CHARLIEFuck me. Because I may or may not be a little bit fluent in Russian. He fucking feels like I am disgusted by him, it is the fucking opposite, ugh!!! When that man child gets here, I am surely making him know he does not disgust me one bit. I want him, it’s weird but deep down I know I do. I feel so relieved finally knowing he doesn’t feel disgusted by me but where do we go from here. I feel so useless being left here, if I had started the trainings early, I would have gotten somewhere.At least I got to know Zyne can split a car in two, don’t ask me how, all I know is, if can. Zyne is actually stringed than it looks. And the problem with Ezryold telling me not to worry about Damiel, he said he was going to assist me in geting things clear between us and literally calling Damiel a fool. Damiel voldov a fool!! Fun fact is…. Ez has no idea I heard all of khalys and Damiel conversation, I smoothly understood every single thing said between them. He will kill me if he knows.The ho