RoxanneI looked around the building; it’s been 10 years since I last came here, and I wondered what Moscow looked like now. I was so scared to step in because our last encounter had been a disaster.I had sworn to him that I would never step my foot in this place again, ever, but here I was 10 years later, coming back to the same place I vowed never to step foot on again for help.I heaved a sigh and pushed the door open, walking into the store slowly, like I was counting my steps.Although nothing much had changed from the outside, the inside of the building had an entirely different look. There were different stencils on the walls, and the interior design looked more beautiful than I remembered. It was looking more filled than usual; it seemed life had been good to Moscow all these years, and business was seemingly booming.There were so many bottles and so many portions around, and wrapped medicines were arranged everywhere. I spotted the "Nikkai,” a very powerful portion as well,
KylianIt was such a beautiful morning in LA. I got up from my bed, stretched a little, and proceeded to enjoy the beautiful view from my window. I stood with my hands tucked in my pockets by the window. The day had dawned bright and clear. Sipping lazily on my cup of tea, which was served minutes ago by the maids, I appreciated the beauty of Los Angeles. The sight was more spectacular this morning as a low mist covered the clouds, creating a beautiful sight. It’s been 5 days since Roxanne mysteriously went missing, and all efforts to find her were in vain.I had a gut feeling as to where she might be, but I didn’t want to mess things up. I was hoping she’d come back on her own, but it’s been 5 days now, and I don’t see that happening anytime soon. When she first went missing, I contacted the police to help me look for her, but there's been no positive response from them since then. I had a hunch on where she might be as there were so many loose ends, but I felt it wasn’t the right ti
RoxanneI hit the road immediately I was able to get the antidote from Moscow. I hope this works out, as I needed to get out of this pack. Being wolf bane was toiling with my mind. I couldn’t transform, I couldn’t use my powers, and I couldn’t even speak to my wolf, and being among other werewolves made me conscious of that fact. I hope this works out so I can leave the pack and return to Los Angeles, I already missed my life as a doctor.I returned to the camp following a secret route I found. I was very careful not to make any noise, as I didn’t want to raise suspicions.I thought about going to see Whitney to inform her I was back and how I succeeded in getting the antidote, but I decided against it and just headed for the healing chamber directly.I entered the healing chamber and found Damon’s father lying weakly on the table. It seemed his health was deteriorating quickly, as he looked frail and pale.I dropped my bag, and steadied myself, moving closer to him. I noticed he was s
Damon I walked into the healing chamber to see Father, and as I inched closer, I noticed a figure on the floor. On getting closer, I realized it was Roxanne, she was sitting there crying.I noticed she was gathering some things off the floor as I got closer. "Roxanne,” I called out, still puzzled about why she was crying. She stifled me immediately she noticed me and immediately began to hasten to pack the things she had scrambled on the floor. I watched her as she stood up and bent down to pick up some things from the floor. Damn it, her butts arched nicely and were facing me. I had to fight back the groan that threatened to escape my lips at the sight in front of me.I noticed there was something wrong as she stood rooted to a spot, fidgeting. On getting closer to her, I noticed her eyes were wet with tears and there were dried-up tears on her face.“Roxanne, what happened?” I called immediately and pulled her into a tight embrace. She didn’t resist, she relaxed instead, placing h
RoxanneI sat in front of a clustered table in my room, surrounded by loads of sketches, fabrics, and the faint scent of raspberries. The morning sunlight filters through the large windows, casting a beautiful glow over my room. With my ink and brush in my hands, I began to sketch the perfect ball gown for myself. Yes, since I foolishly accepted Damon’s offer to stay back for the ball, I had to design myself a dress as I wasn’t comfortable with someone else doing it. I have been away for too long to just comfortably let down my guard. And besides, this was something that was a piece of cake for me.Whitney sat on the plush blue chair, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she described the kind of ball gown she wanted. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile as she made gestures with her hands, painting a picture of the gown she envisioned.“I want to look so beautiful. You know, I’m looking forward to meeting my mate Roxanne. It’s been years, and I can’t seem t
DamonI wore a smile on my face as I got ready to leave for the club with Roxanne. She had sent a maid to inform me she’d be joining me at the club. Not like I enjoyed clubbing, I just wanted to look for an opportunity to spend some alone time with Roxanne and I was hoping to make today a memorable one.I brushed my hair and moisturized my face, tucked in my ladder pants, and sprayed perfume all over my body, as I wanted to smell nice. I left my room and headed out to wait for Roxanne in the lobby. Soon enough, I saw her approaching the lobby looking like a goddess. She was putting on a sexy red dress, and her hair was laid down. She also applied some light makeup to her face. “You look so beautiful, I must confess,” I said to her immediately she got closer.“Thank you,” she replied, smiling at me. “Shall we?” I said to Roxanne, stretching out my palm, which she collected without hesitation. We both headed toward the car. The drive to the club was long as we both sat in silence. I
RoxanneAfter the dance with Damon, I was in light spirits, and I felt truly happy. Dancing away my worries was one activity I’ll always enjoy; maybe coming to the club with him wasn’t such a bad idea.Settling down in my seat, I signaled a waiter to bring more tequila for me as I had emptied my glass earlier. Soon, my order arrived, and I poured a glass for myself. I was not someone who enjoyed drinking, but I just wanted to loosen up a bit that night. I mean, what’s the point of being so uptight in the club?I heard footsteps approaching, and I raised my head to look up, thinking it was Damon, but to my surprise, it was an old friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. I looked away as I wasn’t really in the mood for a chitchat, but it seemed he knew I was the one anyway, as he soon approached me, settling down on Damon’s seat."Woah, Roxanne, is this you?” He asked with surprise visible in his eyes. I rolled my eyes at him. What sort of ridiculous question was that?“Of course not; it’s
Damon After Roxanne threw up on me, I took off my clothes, as I didn’t want to be drenched in vomit. I returned to the room and discovered she had thrown up on herself again and was sleep-talking.The sight made me chuckle instead of being irritated; she was such a silly girl, drinking to the extent of getting drunk even when she knew she had a low alcohol tolerance.I looked at the sleeping figure on the bed. Thankfully, she didn’t throw up on the bed. I walked towards the bed and crouched down, stroking her hair lovingly as she squirmed on the bed. She must be uncomfortable sleeping with that dirty cloth.Hearing her say she had a man whom she loved today had hurt me in ways I couldn’t explain. When did I have such strong feelings for her? Or was it the mate bond? I continued stroking her hair lovingly as I admired her beautiful self; she was such a beauty to behold. Why did I ever let her go? “Damn you, Mia," I cursed in a low tone. She was the reason I had missed out on a life wi