small mommy 的作品

Mira's POV I took a step back. “I... I'm sorry.”He took a step forward. I took another back.He looked down at my neck. His nostrils flared. A look of pure raw hunger flashed in his eyes.He leaned in. He inhaled sharply near my throat.“You smell of fear,” he growled. “And something else.”I gulped. I hit the edge of the table. I was trapped.“I'll send the baths to your room,” he said in a low voice. “You must use them.”“Okay,” I squeaked. “I will.”I turned to leave. I needed to get out of there.I saw it then. Dark veined lines creeping up the side of his neck. They pulsed like living things.Suddenly the dagger at my back jerked.It vibrated violently against my spine. It felt like it was trying to tear through the fabric of my dress. It wanted to fly out.I gasped and slapped my right hand behind my back to hold it down.Xavier’s head snapped up.“What is wrong?” he demanded.“Nothing,” I stammered. I pressed harder against the trashing metal. “I just... I feel itchy.”He nod

Mira’s POVI stared at the silver object in my palm. The weight of it felt wrong and heavy like it carried a soul of its own. My fingers traced the cold metal. The symbols etched into the blade seemed to hum against my skin.What the hell was I supposed to do with this?I flipped it over. The intricate carvings looked ancient.The sound of the door handle turning froze the blood in my veins.Panic slammed into my chest. I scrambled backward and shoved the dagger behind the folds of my dress just as the door creaked open. My hand pressed the cold metal against the small of my back to keep it in place.Maya poked her head in. Her blue eyes narrowed instantly as they swept over me. She stepped inside and closed the door with a soft click.“What are you hiding?” she asked.Her voice was sharp. Accusatory.I forced my posture to straighten. “Nothing.”“Liar,” she hissed. She walked toward me slowly. Her gaze dropped to my arm which was twisted awkwardly behind me. “Show me your hands.”My

Mira’s POV“Mira…” The voice pierced my dream. “Mira… wake up…”I rolled over in my bed, my chest tightening, my sweat breaking out on my skin. The voice didn’t stop. It got louder.“Mira!”I took a deep breath and sat up, my heart thuddling against my ribcage.The air around me seemed off.It was cold, unpleasant and a rough hand on my skin. And then I saw her. At the foot of my bed.I stared at her, my breath caught in my throat.Her dark short hair resting on her shoulders with bright eyes. The dark eyeliner gave her eyes a moon-like sheen in the darkness. “You did well to get into a home,” She breathed. I sat upright. She was real, wearing a long black gown covering her feet. One step from her made me scoot back on my bed until the back of my head bumped against the wooden headboard. “Who are you?” My heart was going crazy, but my voice came out normally. “How did you get into my room?”Her face contorted to a calm smile, but there was nothing friendly in the smile.“You real

Xavier's POV I stood up and grabbed a heavy glass decanter from the bar. I threw it at the wall, and it shattered, spilling glass and liquor everywhere. It wasn’t enough. I had to bleed. I had to hunt.My phone beeped, the screen bright. I picked it up and glanced through the screen. A picture of my stolen shipment and the others seized by the police stared back at me. The number was hidden and I bit back the inside of my cheeks. Another message popped up. “How do you like that, Xavier?” “Henrique,” I growled. He dared to try me. Another beep rang and I read the words. My anger grew with every letter. “We should work together. Not as partners of course. You'll be underneath me. After all, you are a half breed bastard.”That was it. If he wanted trouble. Then, I'll give it to him. I grabbed my leather jacket and helmet. “Don’t wait up for me,” I said to the butler as I strode past him to the garage.The engine of my bike roared to life as I started it up, driving out of the es

Xavier’s POV “Kill her! Taste her blood!” The demon’s voice echoed in my mind, and I lost my sanity.“No!” My wolf was roaring inside my head, fighting to be heard. “She is ours to protect!”My body was at war. My muscles were tense, my tendons stretched like bowstrings, and I was sweating profusely. I had her right where I wanted to. Mira was backed against the wall, her back pressed firmly against it. She was breathing rapidly, erratically. I could actually hear the beat of her heart. It was music to me.“Stay back!” Mira yelled, holding up her hands, which were shaking like the leaves on a tree swaying wildly in the wind. “Don’t touch me! I said stop!”And yet, I did not. The connection was like a magnet, and I was sucked in.I pounded my fists on the wall on both sides of her head, caging her in. She gasped at the shock of it, and her eyes went wide at the beast she was seeing.“You…you…” Mira stuttered, and tears filled her defiant eyes.I leaned in close, and I was greeted

Mira's POV I rolled to my side. I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hand around my throat again. I rubbed my neck. The pressure had died down long ago. Everything was wired to me. His eyes changed, the warning he gave. A knock hit the door and I sat up immediately. “I'm coming,” I said, rushing to the door and opening it. Standing there was Maya. She was a young maid about the same age as me with blonde hair. “Come out” she commanded. I didn't argue. “We have to attend to the master.”I paused. “The master. What happened to him?” She spoke fast. “He's not himself. Everyone has been trying to get him cooled off but it's not working.”“Mira, move your ass,” she yelled. I ran to her and followed her and stopped in front of the double doors. The door opened and three maids ran out crying. “What's wrong with them?” I asked. “Shh. Don't ask questions,” she whispered and walked in. I followed and the door closed. “We're here, master,” Maya said