LOGINKRISTINE’S POV*********************PRESENT:To say I was shocked would be an understatement. The past concealed to me was before me and I found it unbelievable. Covering my mouth with the back of my palm, tears were shining on my cheeks. The truth had pierced my heart.Suddenly, the world I had created with pride, thinking it was “clean” had perished.“And… you? How did I forget you?” I asked, on the verge of shattering into endless cries but swallowing it down.“I told Dorian to do it.” He breathed out, hanging his head low, emitting endless gloom.“You were too attached to me. You couldn’t breathe without me, so he obliterated the word “Nightwood” from your memories.” Shutting my eyes, silent tears rolled down. My heart was consumed by a void where my insides were burning. All this happened, and I was oblivious to it…? How could I?“That is why I… had no memory why Dorian killed my father. I only remember the reflection. He was holding a… cane. His hand is bloody.”He took a d
THIRD POV***************After being unconscious for three days, Krisitne woke up with a burning fever and barely enough strength to stand on her feet.Dorian was beside her. Changing towels on her forehead. His condition was a mess, his messy sleeves roughly rolled upward. Massaging her feet to help her body recover.She gasped, regaining her senses as what happened struck her harder than any blow. “Do-Dorian, What.. What happened?”“Kristine, relax…” He whispered, sitting beside her and holding her burning palm, rubbing it. “Do-Dorian, Dad.. he… he.. Was.. I didn’t know what else to do… I don’t know… What took over me…” Kristine started to panic, tears streaming from the corner.Dorian held her face, uncertain what to do to reduce the sting of her soul.“I heard what happened. You don’t have to worry about anything. I will take care of it.”“Zayne…? Where is Zayne? I—I need to see him…” She whimpered, trying to move, but her head throbbing violently, dying to see him, but he held
After our heavenly moment, I cleaned myself up and changed into my pajamas while waiting for Dorian to return.He would be home soon. He wished me precisely at 12, so I sent him away to get me cake from a specific far-away bakery to get some alone time with Zayne.I received my gift from the man I love.Beaming, I was walking down the corridors, humming to myself, going back to Zayne’s room to drag him out while we waited for the cake.On the way, I heard voices coming from the other room, bewildering me as to who could be awake at that hour.“Please stop coming after me. I.. I cannot do this. I don’t want this.” I recognized the voice as Zayne’s mother. She was whimpering, her voice miserable and the thought of her being in trouble made me agitated.Who would dare to hurt my supposed mother-in-law?I snuck up, opened her door slowly and was staggered to find none other than my own father there. He pinned her down on the bed with a predatory look.“Why not? You’re so damn beautiful L
KRISTINE’S POV*********************Happy birthday to me.I slipped out of my room and moved silently through the dark corridors.My ‘gift’ was waiting for me and I needed that more than I could realize. I didn’t care about anything tonight except him.Zayne’s door was already slightly open. He was waiting for me with the same intensity as mine. The second I entered the room, his hand came from the side, locking the door so nobody could interrupt us.“Happy birthday my dear Kristine. Happy birthday to you…” He began to sing in a musical tone, his exquisite blue eyes observing my night robe hungrily.He tugged a strand behind my ear before leading down and capturing my lips with his talented ones. I smiled, kissing him back hopelessly.My heart rate rose. Excitement was building in my body. The knot of lust was too much. I fucking needed Zayne. He had become essential to my breaths.“My birthday gift, Zayne,” I whispered against his lips, my fingers already sliding into his hair,
THIRD POV***************One day before her 20th birthday, Kristine was walking through the corridor, humming a melody to herself with a never-ending grin plastered on her features.Looking forward to her ‘gift’ from Zayne.Before her mind could register, a hand extended and grabbed her wrist, halting her breaths at the intense contact. “My, my, where is that angel going?” Zayne emerged from the other side, pressing his thumb on her pulse, his eyes darkened with desire.Her face flushed, glancing at the corners, “Zayne? What are you doing? Dad is in the next corridor,” She whispered, trying to break her wrist free.“So what? Tell my heart to stop.” Pressing her against the wall, his weight captured her body into his, submerging them in the moment where nothing but they exist. Zayne wished to create a world like this.Just the two of them. No restriction, no status, no fear.“God, ever since you got Dorian’s approval, you have become reckless.” She giggled, poking his heart with h
Kristine led me to the terrace, the moonlight casting on us to create an ethereal moment, to share an unforgettable kiss I would engrave in my core, the most beautiful moment of my life. “You promise, Zayne. I am 18 tonight.” Kristine insisted, her fingers clutching around my shirt, inducing an exquisite sensation.Our heartbeats were moving in sync, I couldn’t help but to sway in the moment, holding her wrist gentle, staring keenly at the desperate woman. “Were you waiting this badly for me?”She nodded hastily, closing the gap between us, “More than you can imagine. Kiss me. You promised you would.”“I don’t think we…”Her patience was at her limit. Shutting her eyes, she whisper-yelled, unable to control her magnifying desire.“I don’t care about our status, dammit! I want you! I want the man I love to kiss me! Just kiss me, please…!” “You asked for it.” Sighing in defeat, I knew I had promised and she was 18 finally, plus our growing longing for each other hand became unendura







