A lie.
Yes, it was but at least it would guard Matteo’s pride.
Amanda looked anywhere but him. She didn’t want to see how he would react. He had already passed first base, and to suddenly cut him off was a sure blow.
“I see...” he sighed, but there was a tinge of annoyance mixed there. He stood up and sported a very hard erection clearly visible under his loose pants.
Amanda, not expecting this to greet her, blinked thrice, unable to take the view.
“I am your soon-to-be-husband Cait. You should be more willing next time. I certainly don’t wish to ra*pe you.”
His eyes were cold, lifeless, and because of this, Amanda shuddered. She tried to muster up a reply, but failed, feeling her throat truly dry. It left her a feeling of dread.
Seriously? He wasn’t considering that right? They were just st
Swirls of purple and red coated Amanda’s irises. Her teeth were like a wolf’s in an attacking mode. Some strands of her hair floated, seemingly alive on their own. And her face was devoid of any other emotion except for hatred. Pure one.Those were what Cord could detail out amidst seeing just whites and grays in his perspective. But he expected this. He expected this right after noticing the damn amulet around her neck.Maybe, he could have acted cautious when he materialized in her apartment, but after he sensed her while still in the throne room, his control snapped and his shadows immediately transported him to where she was.The strength of her grip on his neck could never be denied though. It was truly suffocating him despite not needing oxygen to breath. He gnashed his teeth and in reflex, held her elbows to stop her.His back hit the wall in the end. It was so hard that a landscap
~ Amanda ~Not caring for the aftertaste of blood in Cord’s mouth, we lip-locked as if it was a mandatory thing to do, which in our case was. It had been a long grueling two days. A painful time away that made our longing grow and mature. I felt empty during those days, never had Matteo made me complete, but being with Cord now meant that I am and more.I don’t even fucking care if Matteo was looking for me at this very moment.I wanted Cord to erase all the traces of that mage in my system and to start that of, Cord knew he must focus on my mouth first.Our tongues twisted and flicked, exploring each other as if it was our first time. I grabbed his head, threaded my fingers through his hair and pressed his face more against mine. Cord didn’t seem against it for he groaned deep within his throat, clearly satisfied.He felt for my breasts, but it
Madrid, Spain, Apartamento de MeijiaYear 1820“By blood they were cursed, and by blood it shall be undone,” a woman lying naked side by side with a man said. Her head rested on his shoulder while a contemplative look on her face showed. She was a beautiful woman, hair of curly brown with gold highlights on the tips, plump lips and a creamy skin.She straightened after a heavy sigh and elbowed herself up to see his handsome visage. “That’s what my mother said,” she continued.The man beside her twinkled hope in his eyes and smiled. “I see. Then, does that mean your blood will heal me? Turn me into a human again? We could finally spend time together without fear or reproach?”He cupped her face with both of his hands and thumbed her pinkish cheeks he admired so much. He waited for her to answer, expecting
“Amanda!” Cord’s voice resounded on a dimly lit spacious hall once he materialized in it. There was no one around except for the empty furniture sets and empty balconies above him. The chandelier lights were turned off, the lamps in the coffee tables were the same and the only thing that kept the place bright were the lightings that broke out from the sky from time to time passing through the uncovered floor-to-ceiling windows.“Where?” he muttered to himself as he took in the room he was dumped in.This room somehow was familiar. In fact, very familiar to him.The first clue was the foul stench of blood in every corner and every space. Second clue, was the blood red carpet his bare feet touched. Third was the gloomy darkness of the place, the same theme in all rooms of his castle. And last, were the sinister silhouettes lurking behind the shadows. He may not clearly see them due to his temp
Somewhere in a Moroccan RegionAmanda, at age 10“Mum,” Amanda softly called, tugging at her mother’s coat to catch her attention. Her mother looked down at her and smiled, the coldness of the air around them was visible through their breaths. “You let me come with you in this old cemetery to visit a tomb, yet it has been so many years now and you still haven’t told me who is lying in it.”A lush forest of green surrounded them, but they weren’t lost. On their way was a stone path going to an abandoned cemetery styled in the Victorian Age. Statues of angels and cherubs stood sentry on each tombstone, but there was one that didn’t have any. The one that both of them were going.Her mother, Eloisa, pursed her lip and sighed. “Hmm, such a curious daughter you are.” Her eyes glinted with mirth unde
“Sire, everyone is gathering in the throne hall,” the Head Majordomo announced the moment he was given permission by Cord to enter in his bed chamber. His head was bent low; eyes cast downward giving his Master and Mistress some privacy.Cord retracted his hand from Amanda’s flushed cheek. She was but sleeping soundly, too tired and spent because of the energy she consumed while on rampage, and because of this, he was able to study her, from her smooth face down to the curve of her lashes. He kept a mental picture of her, the colorful one, before his time for blindness returns.“I will go there now, Jerome,” he sighed and then stood up, but not before planting a kiss on her forehead. “Have Arissa and Noman stay by Amanda’s side until I return.”“Yes, Sire.” Jerome nodded. “They are just waiting in the receiving room. They will come inside once you leave.&r
The moist soil dirtied the man’s boots as he continued to trek down the path to an abandoned graveyard. Dark was the sky and it almost looked like it was going to rain soon. That fact didn’t bother him though. He’d be out in a jiffy once he finished the job enough to keep him dry.Around him was a forest with slender trees and overgrown shrubbery. Some distance ahead, at the end of the pathway, the gate to the cemetery lay open, its hinges almost falling off the support column and its bars, rusty and chapped.For a mage like him and one that had walked the earth for quite some time, he had been to different kinds of places, enjoyed his time while there and met some lively people who had no clue as to who he was.But this one, however, was a different story.He had never been in this cemetery before, or any cemetery for that matter. He hated such places, but he had to tolerate it for
“Ms. O’Malley will see you now, ” the Head Majordomo announced just as he stepped inside the drawing room.The visitor, Chief Irisha Moretti of the Spa Police Department, stood up and nodded.“Alright, ” she said.“Come with me please.” Jerome turned heels towards the door.The Chief followed silently as they went up the second floor of the Vitalis Castle. Once there, they turned in one hallway and then stopped in front of the door to the music room.Jerome knocked twice, announcing their presence, and then he called out, “Sire, Chief Moretti is here.”“Come in, ” a muffled voice sounded.When they entered, it was Chief Moretti who blinked several times. It wasn’t because she was surprised to see the Master of the Vitalis Castle present with his signature blindfold on