Kim
the song replaying in my head. All I can think about is the scene in Shrek with Fiona and Prince Charming and Shrek.
I stand as I hum the tune. Closing my eyes, I lift my arms to rest on my imaginary dance partner, and slip to a grande ball in an ancient hall with my Prince Charming. I twirl around the balcony.
I’m so caught up in my make believe world that I jump slightly as a warm hand is placed in mine and a muscular arm wrapped around my waist.
I open my eyes to stare into diamond blue eyes and inhale sharply.
“Don’t stop.” He says softly as he sweeps me around the balcony. So I don’t. I keep humming and gliding, never breaking contact with those diamond eyes.
Once I finish the song, I take a step back from the stranger. He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach.
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Calypso“Fuck, Kiaan.” I moan into his ear.He growls be at at me as he push deeper.Training took a bit of a detour today. We decided to go to the outdoor rings for some early morning training. Things got very intense and somewhat heated. And since we’re alone, we let it get heated.My eyes snap open. “Shit!”“Holy fuck!” Kiaan growls back.“I know where it is!” I shout and push him away from me. I push off of the tree he had me pinned to and pull up my gym pants.“What is happening?” My mates stares at me all flustered with his pants around his ankles.“I have to go. But I’ll see you later.” I shout and I run towards the castle.Roy has been wracking his brain for days on where the angels estate could possibly be. He gave us all Honey’s description of what the actual estate looks lik
KimThe clicking is so lowly turning me crazy.ClickClickClickClickClickClickClickMy eye twitches in time with the clicking.ClickClickClick“Miss Ashyver.”I can’t help but look up at the voice.“How are you?” The Daemonium. Why is he here?I scowl, the croak in my voice undermines it, “what do you want?”He crouched down to be eye level with me on the floor.“I think it’s time to re-integrate you and start your training again.” He says calmly.“How about you go fuck yourself and I’ll stay right here.” I spit at him.“Perhaps you aren’t yet fully broken. But don’t worry, I’ll fix that.” He stands. “As of today you will be getting proper me
3rd person perspective It must be quite a sight to behold. The Crown Prince of the Wolves; The Leader of the Vamps; The Second Born Princess of The Wolves; The Witch Queen and The Gremlin General marching at the head of an army. They emerge from the forest and March down the hill towards an awaiting band of Angels. The army holts and Roy steps forward. “We wish to speak to The Daemonium.” His voice carries across the valley. Black shadows form around the training grounds and from them rises a Fae Male. “What do you think you are doing on my property?” The male speaks loud and authoritatively. “We simply come for Kimberlee Mylean Ashyver. Hand her over and we will leave peacefully. But a fair warning, we are not afraid of a war.” “You should be.” _________________KimClick click click click click click click click Who could it possibly be now? “Miss Ashyver.” Dereks voice sounds off. I sit up slightly. “You have to eat something, Kim. Please. Something. Anything. Tell me wha
He knew he made the right choice. She is perfect. Kim stands in the middle of the throne room. The power, my power, emanating from her. “Are you sure?” I ask Hermine. “I am. I have chosen his replacement.”A single nod before a send it all. The wind flows across the floor towards her. It flows into her, around her. Both absorbing into her and emanating from her. The power begins to glow. Her skin having a faint gold hew as her halo forms. Gold and glowing. Her eyes golden ringed as she looks at him. “Queen to E6.” Her voice is strong as it returns to its strength. Her entire body returned to its glory. Daragan looks shaken to his core. In an attempt to save himself, he throws his power at her. At least whatever is left of it. Kim catches it and tugs. She tugs him. He falls forwards, grabbing for the stand he sent to her. She pulls. Pulls it closer to her, pulls him down the steps. Pula until he lands
What a pathetic little life I’ve got here. I can’t help but reflect as I stand on the edge of the balcony and look out over the forest.My life wasn’t always bad. I had a whole little family until I was about 13. That’s when my human mom cheated on her werewolf mate, my dad. My dad left her, taking me with, to his pack which I never knew existed until then. I was taken from my friends, my life, and dropped into a wolf pack as a human hybrid. Everyone hates me. I was too human to be a real wolf and they didn’t like that, I was always less than them. I wasn’t just looked down on but also bullied, badly. The only friends I have are the Alpha’s youngest child. One of The Twins, Angie, who is a year older than me. When I went into university, her oldest brother and I become friends too. To be Alpha, Aaron who is 5 years older than me but we’re close.And to make matters worse, I have a mate. The person who hates me most, tor
“I beg your pardon?” I stand and look shocked at the male before me. “I don’t want my mate to bow before me. You are my equal. You shouldn’t now before me.” He says with a smirk. “But I…” there are very few times in my life when I’ve been speechless so it’s a rare occurrence. I don’t like not having something to say. Raymond Darla said ‘words are weapons stronger than ones that breaks bone’. Words are important and amazing, I pride myself on having and infinite labyrinth of words, and yet in this moment I have none. He places his hand on my cheek. “You are stunning. You’ll look amazing in the painting that will hang on the ancestral wall.” “I can’t be your mate.” I say, my senses flooding back to me. I snatch my skirt and move back towards the table to grab my belongings. “And why not?” He fol
I peel my eyes open to be faced with a dark room that is not mine. Thank the goddess it’s dark because my head is pounding. I let my eyes adjust to the dark room. Sun pounds against the closed curtains leaving a slight glow to the room. I try to sit up but a very muscular arm holds me still. I glance over my shoulder to see scraggly blonde curls. What the hell happened last night? I remember drinking and dancing and now I’m in bed with the Prince. I lift his arm and slip out of bed. My dress is hanging over a chair in the pack house guest room he’s occupying. So this must be his t-shirt in wearing. I grab the dress and slip into the quiet hallway. And head out to my house to get changed for breakfast with Angie. “You are a very difficult to track down.” The Prince slips his hand into mine as we dance. “I am?” I giggle. He is so pretty to look at. Like a painting. &ld
Breakfast goes by painfully slowly. By the time everyone stands to leave, I’m honestly half dead. “You okay, sweetheart?” The Prince asks sweetly but I cringe slightly at the pet name. “Yup. Just very hung over.” I try to play it off as just that. “You were pretty drunk last night.” “I wouldn’t remember.” I say with a slight smile. “You were pretty drunk last night. You passed out while we were slow dancing so I took you back to my room so I knew you were safe.” “Thank you.” I run my fingers through his silky hair and I swear he purrs. “So…” he coos, “Do you want to pack your stuff now or should we send someone to pack it when we get home.” “What?” I look at him dumbstruck. “I assumed you’d want some of your stuff in the castle but we can b