ATLAS’ POV“What’s wrong?” Christabel quiz with her eyebrows curved. I pull away from her completely. I just feel weird and unpleasant with everything I was about to do. All of a sudden, the whole act is irritating to me. Trust me, u don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have a strong boner, but using it is the problem. For just no lucid reason, I don’t feel the urge anymore. “Just leave.” I pick up her shadier on the floor and hand it over to her. She gives me a flummoxed stare. “What do you mean? We were both enjoying ourselves. Why did you stop ? Did I do something wrong?“ She heaps at me a series of questions. Unknowingly to her, I am vacant of answers for her. There is this bewildering hole in my heart. “No! You did nothing wrong. It’s just that I don’t want it!“ I flush out. She stands up from the couch with the shirt still enclosed in her hands. I stand a little off from her. She walks up to me and places her hand on my back and then around my arm.I feel slight itchiness a
ATLAS’ POVI rush up to Christabel that is in the blood bleeding her life out. I feel a cold spasm on my feet as I gloat at her completely unconscious in the pull of her own blood. I bend down and grab her on the floor with her hands dangling whilst in my arms. Her blood drops mommy clothes and stains it. “Fuck!“ I growl and grasp her firmly. I wag my head in anger. I never knew she was going to do such or I wouldn’t have let her. I thought it was her usual empty threats of saying she can’t leave without me.Why in the first place would one want to kill herself because a man rejects her love? This is one of the reasons why I say love makes you weak and you tend to do things you won’t do with a clear head. I rush her to the car while still heaving in my arms. I pave her in the back seat while I rush up to the front driver seat and start the car. I drive out of the compound and match the accelerator with all my might. I grab the sleeves of my already stained white shirt and fold it
CELINE’S POV“Wait! You feel differently?” I ask with my heart hest heightened up. I know I asked her that for an answer, but I wasn't expecting to hear that from her so it threw me off board. “Yes, I sure do feel weird.” She nods frantically as though saying something casual. My heart is stuttering as it pummels. I am sure that I have started something that I can end.My imagination flares as I start imagining how I’d explain everything to Harley since she is a werewolf? She looks at me with contracted eyes.I am sure she can pick out the nervousness embroidered on my face. Dull eyes seem attractive. I look at her to pick out any signs of being a werewolf but I can’t see any.Her nails look very short and okay. I know it’s supposed to be that way but. Gosh! I don’t even know what I am saying. I wipe my rugby when On my face to clean up the imaginary sweat on my face.“What wrong? I think you are the one feeling weird now” she chuckles and stretches out her hands to me. I snicker
ATLAS’ POVMy eyes roll at my blood stained shirt while I stand outside at the corridor, ogling my eyes still trying to get a clear reason for christables actions. It's bewildering how someone can do such just for the sake of some seeking love. I have always said that love is for weaklings. Love is for those who do not know their worth and do not have things to do. Love is for those who do not have a purpose in life. Love should be a thing that is erased from the existence of life. There is nothing what do ever that is going to make me become such a weakling for some stupid emotions to the extent of wanting to kill myself because the person I supposedly love doesn’t reciprocate It.I have always locked that feeling far away from my heart and actually I don't have a heart so I don't even bother having the fear of ever falling in love. I lean my back on the wall and relax wholly with my hands placed in front of me. The doctors are taking care of her in the Ic unit. I glint my stare a
CELINE’S POVI place my hand on Harley’s chest.the injury in her chest that is supposed to show that she was shot there is close to closing up totally. My eyes widened to the edges when I rest my hand on her body. She looks at me surprise but I don’t want to make her get suspicious “What’s wrong!?“ she quizzes as she still has her hand pressing on her chest. “It’s.. it’s nothing” I stutter and pull my hands completely away from her body. “I think I need to call the doctor to check up on you. I don’t want to take any chances, at all.” I say and turn to leave hastily headed to call the doctor.She grabs me by my wrist and holds me back from moving. Further away from her than the first step I have already taken. For someone who is sick, her grasp is quite firm. “You don’t have to. I am fine” she coughs out with her hand still huddled on her chest. Her yes now looking all dull.“Are you kidding me? How can you say that you are fine?” I grab her hand and move backwards.I place my ha
CELINE’S POVAtlas’ eyes flows its gaze on me as though there is something about my face that marvels him. His brows are firmly curved and his edges quite deepened. I have literally lost contact with my tongue. I can't articulate any sound talk more than a sentence. I am all numb as I watch him gape at me as though he wants to devour. The look in his dark eyes can pull the soul out of anyone. I am trying so hard not to cringe at his sight. I think my silence has made him lose his cool or rather patience. He pushes a step forward with eyes eyes lurking all over my body. I Joel tenaciously to the spot I am standing. I think it’s time for me to move backwards. My left leg leads the way. He continues coming closer to me whole I push myself backwards. I think I have met my end. I hit my back on the wall and spread my palms out. That doesn't stop him from coming even closer. I push down saliva as that’s the only thing I can do with my tongue, aid saliva down my throat. “I…. Ummm” I stut
ATLAS’ POV“Isn’t it” I breeze out in a husky voice with my eyes peering up at Jane. Her eyes look very fickle and fragile. There is a mixture of weakness and strength in her eyes. It was very funny of her to think that I didn’t notice that she was following me about like a fly. I sensed her pretense behind me and so I decided to crazy her right in the aft. I know it’s because of the blood stained shut shag she is following me about to figure out what’s really happening.“No!” She manages to snap out of whatever she is in.She gasps and catches a grip of her nerves and senses. She tries breaking free from my grasp but my hand is holding and firmly pressing her down. Her breath is ragged and her face contorted in fear, or no, I won’t calm it fear but rather I’d say nervousness is the word. “Let go of me” she growls in a mellowed voice. I smirk as her begging feeds my ego. I love it when someone is under my orders, especially those who think they can do things on their own without
TAIKA’S POV“Let go of me..” I whisper in a tender voice as I still looked at Atals. His eyes carried some flaking heat and his breath was has hot and boiling like the sulfur erupting from a volcano. “No..” he growls out with his husky voice. I didn’t know why I felt that way staring at him and listening to his voice. He draws even nearer than he already is. His lips very close to mine. My eyes was slowly closing spontaneously on its own. I tried keepi my them woke and opened but the energy tug came with locking it was very enormous that I could hold myself back. I could feel his lips almost lying on mine but my bones were all broken and my nerves were inactive. My brain was dead that I couldn’t do anything. You’d be right to say that I was dead in total. I pushed down saliva to reduce the tension and uneasy I felt. Chunks of sweat fill my forehead and my hands stuck to the wall as they were glued. “Leave and stop following me!” He snapped and my quickly flashed open. I stare at