Steering my car toward the huge brown gates, I blast the horn to announce my presence and wait. In the few seconds it takes for the gate to unravel I appraise myself in the rearview mirror and adjust the brown strands that fall over my face from the wind as I drive. As expected it didn't take up to a minute for me to be granted entry and so I let go of the brakes and drove into the vast compound which housed a beautiful house. It's a state-of-the-art storey building structured in an L shape with the floor above comprising only glass. On my first day here I thought it was a show house only to discover later on that it was indeed his residence. Nicholas Damien Lazarus, 32, handsome, tall, attractive, intelligent and stinking rich is an architect who has made a name for himself outside his aristocratic family. The Lazarus were known to be from old money and owned most of the properties here in Los Angeles. I know you must be wondering why I was in the house of such a renowned man, wel
"You just need to dispose of these burnt babies," I utter as I produce the tray from the oven and cough more as the smoke hits differently. With one arm over my nose, I carry the tray to my right, thankful for mittens as I dispose of the cookies in the trash.Thankful that's out of the way I place the tray under running water and bend over the sink to reach the windows. Unlocking the glass, my fingers halt in their task as I spot two cars pulling up in the barrage. "Lord helps me," I blurt as I see Nicholas, his back to me while he stands, legs clad in jeans apart in a powerful stance, wide shoulders stretching the material of a black vest that appears to cling to his muscular form.I stand frozen as I watch the people in the vehicle alight. A strange feeling creeps in as I observe the bodyguards line up beside the cars.Despite the distance I can observe the shift in their demeanour, even Nicholas though I am not able to see his face appears different, with a certain air around him.
Thumb stuck in my lips, I nip at my nail as I pace across the perimeter of my living room in lounge yellow shorts and a black tank top. The coolness of the white tiles meet my feet with each step as my brain strives to process the events of earlier.I just arrived my apartment which is situated on the outskirts of LA half an hour ago and since then I haven't sat down to rest as the thoughts swirl around in my head.The sound of utensils from the kitchen to my right reminds me Josh's presence. My bestfriend had showed up a week ago at my apartment with a bag and when I asked what he was doing his answer was simply that he was bored out of his mind at home.Josh is a cheerful person and fun to hang with however he comes off as a loner as he finds no reason to start up conversations with strangers or make friends, making me his only friend as he was my only friend.We lived together for 3 years before his girlfriend at the time insisted she wanted privacy. It wasn't a big deal for me thu
The car parks at its usual spot and Klein shuts the engine. I lift my view from my phone and we make brief eye contact through the rearview mirror. He nods at me as if in encouragement and lights, closing the door after.In the few seconds I'm alone inside the vehicle, I slide my phone into the clutch that goes with the dress and take hasty but deep breaths. “Okay Lisa, try to be calm.”“Nicholas might just be playing with you,” I tell myself and quickly shake my head at that assumption. “No this doesn't seem like a joke.”“However,” I inhale a long breath as I sight Klein walk to my car door. “You can do this. You've been through worse than this.”My door is pulled ajar and I offer Klein a ready smile as he offers me a hand. I grab it and carefully step down from the car, my heels planting on the concrete flooring.Immediately I step out of the vehicle, the eerie feeling hits me again. Unconciously I drop Klein's palm as I sense someone watching me. He frowns for a second but realiza
Hands on hips, my hair packed in a knot stop my head, I watch the men Nicholas sent move my luggage downstairs. The clock on my blue painted room wall read 11:45 AM.“Hey hey, careful.” I rush toward my bedside table in black biker shorts and a loose-fitting red t-shirt. I quickly grab the antique lamp gifted to me by my grandma from one of the men as he is about to drop it roughly into the large box. “That's precious.”“Sorry Luna,” the curly haired man bows in apology as I cradle the object in my arms and brush an invisible spec of dust away.“Don’t sweat it,” I waved him off with a smile and walked barefooted on the black furry rug. I try my best not to fall as I side-step two other men who are also busy packing any object that seems valuable to me and of course my cookbooks from the shelf on the right wall of the room.“I can't believe I'm doing this,” I mutter to no one in particular as I return to my position on the door and observe the life leave my room as any belonging of min
I freeze at his statement, my stomach flipping as I feel something hard rub my butt through the material of my shorts. “Shit!” I blurted and jumped away in shock only to he yanked back to his side.“Stay,” he whispers in my ear, minty breath fanning my skin and causing goosebumps to rise on the surface. Before I can utter a word in protest his left arm circles my midriff and pins my form to his.“You alright Lis?” Josh implores in worry, a panicked expression on his facial features, more so as a gun is swiftly pointed at his head. “Fuck.”“What are you doing?” I inquire, my eyes wide as I watch my best friend almost shit his pants, a sweat breaking out on his forehead. The men around him poised for attack. “Klein?”“This is a warning,” Nicholas growls, his hold on me tightening as I aim to break free and run toward Josh. “Next time you poison any ounce of harm to my mate, you might have your head separated from your body.”“Drop that gun,” I grit at Klein, my eyes spitting daggers. “N
I remain mute for the rest of the drive hence the constant circles on my skin renders my brain useless to the point of not being able to form words. I try to speak as we pass the entrance of the Lazarus estate but no sound leaves my lips.My silent question is answered as we zoom past the large walls to another gated land, this one 10 times smaller than the estate however, it is 3 times larger than most mansion compounds.He honks at the tall black metal gates and it takes mere seconds for the object to slide to the left, giving space for the vehicle to enter. Steering inward, my mouth games in awe as the first thing my eyes meet is a water fountain that sits at the centre of the vast compound.I spot the van that contains my belongings parked in front of a two story striking edifice, the same men of earlier offloading the objects. Two tall and well crafted white pillars standing strong and imposing as the house is built in the most modern state of the art architectural design.Floor
“Alpha,” Klein comes barreling through the door with two other men in tow. I abruptly shift back to give them leverage, inciting me to stagger a bit as I lose my balance, only to be steadied by a firm grip on my arm.“Careful,” Nicholas whispers in my ear while I try not to focus on the tingling sensation at the spot his palm meets the skin of my lower arm where the short sleeves of my t-shirt can't reach.“Follow Jazreal,” he declares at the men who bow briefly before straightening. “The long table and chairs need to be brought out.”They nod in response and whirl toward Jazreal who is already making his way below the staircase. I frown in confusion as I wonder why. My silent question is answered a moment later as they disappear and Nicholas informs me, “There's a door there that leads to the basement.”“Oh,” I mouth in understanding, feeling slightly embarrassed that he can guess what's going through my mind. “Was it that obvious what I was thinking?”“I'm a werewolf,” is his simple