Mag-log inThird Person POVIt had been the easiest wedding Nan had ever planned.She knew that she might have been stressed under any other circumstances. Nan had survived much worse than planning her own wedding. So this did not phase her.Scarlett and her sister had been a huge help in that regard.Nan was
He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in. Again and again. It was fast and brutal.I loved every second of it. This is what I had been craving. Lionel at his wildest and utterly crazed for me.At one point he turned me onto all fours. This new ankle only brought him deeper. Making me clenc
Nan’s POVIt should have been awkward.We were on a deserted island. The heavy weight of history of this place resting over us like a dark cloud. Exposed to the elements.It should not have been as arousing as it was.There was something about this that excited me. We were out in the open. Anyone co
I felt sick to my stomach. Everything I had uncovered had hinted at some dark origins. I could not have imagined anything like this.I could imagine it in my mind’s eye. The betrayal from the people they had led. Blood and shackles their new fate.“Only one clan remembered its original purpose. Only
Nan’s POVThis was the moment I had been waiting for.Mr. Holder had allowed us to go home and rest for a while. Correctly guessing that Lionel and I needed time to rest after that ordeal. Neither of us wanted to be far from each other that night.Mr. Holder had requested for us to meet with him at
I let the bond wash over me. Lionel pushes his emotions through. His fear, his worry, his love.I send back my own terrible fear and pain. He takes it into himself. Almost cupping it like he would a wound.There are no true words in the bond. Not really. But if there were…‘Remember…fight…remember w
Third Person POVRage boiled his blood.David had everything going for him. He was handsome, charming, and on his way to the fast track in his career.He had been born to a moderately wealthy family. Enough money not to be considered middle class. But not enough status to be anywhere near the true c
I immediately turn my attention that way. Not liking the situation. My unhappiness expands when I realize the face I am looking at.I look into the face of my ex-boyfriend…David.I go to walk away. But he stops me. “Not so fast, bitch.”“Didn’t you swear I would never see your face again?” I spit ba
Nan’s POVHis hands wipe away my stray tears.His large warm hands cup my face tenderly. He presses slow kisses there. He softly kisses the sharp points of my cheeks…the tip of my nose...my mouth….His lips are soft and cool against my flushed face. It is caring. It is sensual.And then he works his
Ancient clans would imbue certain objects with curses. Items of great value or those meant only for those within the clans. These curses responded only to the blood lines that created the curses.As the time of clans fell, so did those with the power range to create curses. Curse require a lot of po







