Grace stirred uncomfortably in bed. Her mind drifted back to Orion’s words and the kiss. It shouldn’t impact her this way, it should disgust her, revolt against her, but she just feels butterflies all over again. It wasn’t like it was she’d first kiss, but it was the very first time she enjoyed it. His lips were soft and addictive-She shook her head. She couldn’t get attached to him again after what he did. She was here only and only for Irene. She wanted to keep her sister safe and her too from an upcoming disaster. There were some things she was slowly realising, Azrael knew that she was alive. Her body suddenly tensed as she felt the chills. He would come for her soon. But Grace refused to keep this ruin the little world she had built without Azrael. He was dangerous. Grace tried not to think about him and closed her eyes. Thinking of everything that happened in these past few days. From Orion’s sudden truth to Maverick’s words to Azrael’s threat. It was all coming down. She gu
Her eyes followed Maverick as she walked to her seat. She watched as his hawk-like eyes watched her every single movement. She timidly took her sweet time. Her dark eyes moved to his stormy glare. If she had ever seen blue fire perhaps she had an idea of how danger transform into blue eyes.“I hope you’ve made your decision.” He tapped the edge of the pen on the table.Grace nodded. “I have.”She had spent hours pouring her possibility and thoughts into pondering all day. After breakfast, she confined herself to the room and skipped lunch and evening tea. She was startled when Arden said Maverick wanted to see her. He escorted her to Maverick before he gave her an assuring smile and walked away. Maverick leaned back, he crossed his arms across his chest. “Before you chose, I have some things you need to follow.”Grace frowned. “More rules?” Maverick blinked. “Yes, and they are not just some rules, they're restrictions.”She took a deep breath. He looked at her silently for a few sec
“It’s rude, you know.”Grace blinked her eyes, her naive eyes looking confusedly at him as little anticipation and anxiousness tingled with innocence, in its purest form, oozed through brown orbs. Maverick could spend his eternity just looking at her, despite the urge and twitch of his fingers he’d never dare to touch her.Cause he was the person who understood innocence once lost couldn’t be regained. And darkness once gazed upon, could never be lost.And Maverick seemed himself to be that darkness. When his darkness became his protective inner sheath, he was the servant of danger, bound in duty to obey his mind, the darkness became the softest of black velvets illuminated by heaven-spun stars. To him, she was the stars.“W-what?” Grace stuttered despite her courageous facade. Maverick noticed the tremble of her fingers and slight twitching of her jaw showing her unease and anxiousness. He inwardly smirked. So, he did have that effect on her.“To step inside someone else’s room, with
The conversation she had with Maverick didn’t exactly turn out to be like the one she had expected. A sigh left her mouth as she timidly walked to the dimly lit room. Last night she couldn’t get much sleep either, her thoughts were scattered and she was rethinking of what she did was right or not. Marriage wasn’t a thing to play with, but her life wasn’t anything but a game in itself. Not just her, but sheer fate also.Grace shook her head. Her fate must be laughing at her. She ran from Azrael only to land in the hands of a bunch of other sadistic psychos. One of them walked beside her with an unreadable look on his face. Hands rested in his pockets as he led her to Maverick’s office early in the morning. A dress that shows the best of her and left a little to the imagination was both cocoon and platform for her inner-butterfly. The dress sit upon her skin as soft petals, it was hue the many pinks of a rose garden. In the dress age was the blossomed flower, warmed in summer sun. Lace
“Maverick.” She stuttered. He pulled her towards the table. She kept looking at his broad back, anticipating his movements.“Bring the papers, Arden.” He muttered, his fingers tingling where his skin touched hers. Arden fixed his glasses, gritting his teeth as his eyes bore where Maverick touched her. Heart burning with jealousy. He placed papers in front of her, but his eyes not leaving the point where they touched.“Sign them,” Maverick said, sliding the papers with his free hand. Grace gulped, looking between them and nodded. She was now at the edge, there was no turning back now. It was something she had created for herself. A hell dug by herself, for herself.Her eyes looked over the words written there. She read them in her head. Slowly and making sure there was no–Her eyes widened when they landed on particular words. Snapping her head to Maverick, she asked with uncertainty.“W-what are these conditions?”“Few changes, nothing more.” His voice seemed to deepen as he glanced u
One year agoShe whimpered in pain. The raw possessiveness of his glistened over her delicate skin, marks of his ownership evident on her as he watched her body quivering. Her cries and sobs filled the entire room. Fragile she looked, the more he looked her way.His eyes raked over her body, desired in sinful ways, the white silk looked mesmerising on her, and the thin straps of the nightgown barely held over her shoulders as she wrapped her arms around herself and hugged her knees closer to her chest.She reminded him of a dove. Beautiful and elegant. Pure and naive. Every definition of innocence and every breath he took. She was engrossed in him. That’s what he liked to believe. But at this moment, in his eyes, she was a sinner. Someone who had questioned his claim raised a finger on his pride.A little bird, in a bold cap of golden feathers, alights upon the blossomed twig. Caged in golden cage. Singing on his tunes, to his accordance.His fists clenched further.But he would look
The morning came with commotion happening downstairs. Grace hardly had lifted a lid when she heard shouting from the lobby, where usually everyone sits around in the morning and evening. She groaned in annoyance as she shifted on the bed and draped the sheets over her head to block the sunlight and pressed her ears harder against the pillows trying to block away the shouts and yells. When she thought the commotion died down, a loud bang was heard from the lobby and her eyes opened widely. She remained still for a second before she fully swayed over the bed and swung her legs. Her heart almost threatened to explode and she hurriedly opened the door.Bare feet thumped against the marble floor as she rushed downstairs. What was happening? The closer she was getting, the clearer she could distinguish between the voices. Astonishingly, one of them belonged to Orion, the man who was avoiding her for the past some days for oblivious reasons. When she reached the door, with unsure hands she s
She took a step closer, the fabric of her gown touching the chair, his eyes on her, and a sudden yelp escaped her when she felt his hand clasping around her wrist and her eyes widened when she felt yanked to him. It would’ve been a mere jerk if it wasn’t for his other arm wrapping around her waist the moment he let go of her wrist. And when she opened her eyes, he was looking down at her, with a gaze she couldn’t recognise but she could…feel it.“What are you doing? Let go of me,” she panicked. Her hands raised to settle upon his chest as she shuddered the moment she felt his hand grabbing her wrists and her eyes widened. He twisted her wrists to cage them behind her back.“M-Maverick,” she tested his name on her tongue. Her heart was racing in her chest, when he pulled her flush to his chest, her legs dangling to one side as she sat on his lap. Her breathless breaths were like the wind and made his heart flutter. He had so much to say but still, there were questions in his heart. He