MasukDebbieThe kitchen was dead silent. For the past hour, the air had been thick with confusion. Rex, River, and Rain sat there, watching me like I was a ticking time bomb. They kept asking the same question over and over again."What is a kit, Debbie?" Rain asked for the tenth time. "Is it for the house? Is it a weapon?"I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat felt like it was filled with sand. I just stared at the front door, waiting. Finally, there was a knock. Rex stood up, his tall frame blocking the light as he went to the door. The guards handed him a small, brown paper bag.He walked back in, holding it out to me. "The guards said this is for you.""Yes," I snapped, snatching the bag from his hand. "I ordered it."I didn't give them a chance to ask anything else. I turned on my heel and marched upstairs. I could feel their six eyes boring into my back, full of curiosity. I slammed my bedroom door and ran straight into the bathroom, locking that door too.My hands were shaking so h
DebbieThe morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows, hitting the white tiles with a brightness that made my head throb. I sat on the edge of my bed for five minutes, just trying to get the world to stop spinning. I felt heavy. I felt weak. My stomach was doing somersaults, and a thick wave of nausea kept rising in my throat.This is weird, I thought, gripping the banister as I walked downstairs. I had felt fine yesterday. Tired, sure. Stressed? Absolutely. But this morning, I felt like I had been hit by a truck.I walked into the kitchen. The smell of frying bacon and buttered toast hit me like a physical punch. Normally, I loved that smell. Today, it made me want to run for the bathroom.Rain was at the stove, humming a tune and flipping pancakes. He turned around, a huge grin on his face."Debbs! Look who’s finally awake. Good morning, sexy. You’re just in time.""Morning," I murmured. I pulled out a chair and slumped into it, resting my head in my hands.River was already a
~~(Black)~~ I stood in the center of the Great Hall. The air was heavy with burning sage and cold stone. My father, the Grand Alpha, stood to my left. And right across from us, the High Priest sat on his throne of twisted iron. He was the one who controlled the spirits. He was the one who could make me a King. "The plan has changed," I said. My voice echoed against the high ceiling. The High Priest looked up. His eyes were milky white, blind to the world but seeing everything else. "Changed? The ritual is set in stone, Black. What has happened?" I hesitated, because how could I explain such recklessness to him? I looked at my father. He didn't blink. He knew why the plan was failing. "The girl," I muttered. "The vessel. She is… no longer... available." The High Priest leaned forward. The room grew deathly quiet. "Available? What do you mean by she's not available?” My throat ran dry. The priest was no joke of a person. My father stepped forward, sensing my hesitation
Debbie I stood in the center of Rex’s room, my feet sinking into the thick rug as I waited for him. He wasn't in the room when I walked in, and I thought he might be out of the house. I never thought he was in his underground arena. I watched Rex as he walked in. He jumped, his eyes widening when he saw me sitting there in the shadows. He looked like he had just seen a ghost—or perhaps a man who had just been caught doing something he shouldn't. "Debbie," he breathed, his voice a ragged whisper. "What are you doing here?" I didn't move. I kept my back straight and my eyes locked on his. "I should be asking you that, Rex. Where are you coming from?" “Oh… sorry. I… I had something doing down there…” He moved forward just a step. “What are you doing here? I thought you went to bed already,” he asked. I wanted to press on what he was doing, but that might just be perceived as me being nosy. I diverted to the main reason why I was here. "I think you, more than anyone, know why I'
Rex. I walked down the dark hallway of the underground area. The air was cold and smelled like damp stone. Every step I took sounded like a drum in the quiet. I stopped in front of the heavy iron door. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small glass syringe. It caught the light, looking sharp and dangerous. I unlocked the door. It creaked open, revealing the small gray room. There she was… Chloe. She was huddled in the corner. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were wide with fear. As soon as she saw me, she started shaking. "No," she whimpered, backing her head against the wall. "No. Please. Don't do this to me again. I can’t take it anymore. Please!" I walked toward her, my face as still as a mask. "Relax, Chloe," I said. My voice was low and flat. "You shouldn't push yourself like this. It’s bad for your heart." "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "You're a disgusting dog! Let me go!" I knelt in front of her. I didn't feel angry. I didn't feel happy. I j
Debbie. River started to stand up, his eyes wide. "Debbie, you're here. We were just—" "Mm-mm. No," I said, holding up a hand to stop him. I walked past them and sat at the very end of the long dining table. I wanted to see all three of them at once. Three familiar faces that were, in reality, total strangers. I let the silence hang in the room for a long minute, not knowing what to say. "So," I started, my voice cool. "These faces are not brothers." I said the first thing that came out of my mouth. Silence. Rain looked at the floor. River looked at his hands. Rex just watched me with those blue, intense eyes. "What are you all planning to do with me?" I asked, leaning back. "Are you going to hand me over to your Boss at the end of three weeks? Is that the final move?" "No!" River shouted, waving a hand. "No, Debbie, nothing like that. We would never." "Then what?" I asked. "What’s the plan?" Rex cleared his throat. He looked me straight in the eye. "To be honest, we haven't t
DebbieThe music was slow and beautiful, but I could barely hear it. Julius held me close as we moved across the floor. He was a good dancer, but his presence felt like a weight. Every time he whispered about how he knew the family and all, though it was a formal conversation, I still felt a knot o
RiverAs I watched her, my heart was still thumping against my ribs, heavy and loud. I had finally lifted the huge rock of feelings I had. I felt lighter. And I felt blessed. Debbie didn't push me away.She held me. And that was enough.Now she was lying there, her skin glowing under the soft room
RiverThe room was quiet. The only sound was the soft rhythm of Debbie’s breathing as she slept. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. My mind was racing. Then I heard it.A faint click.Someone was unlocking the door from the outside.I didn't panic. At least not yet. But somehow my mind was doing
DebbieThe sun was barely up when we gathered in the lobby. I felt a strange mix of emotions—the lingering heat of the night with River and the sharp, cold memory of Julius’s face on the floor.Who would have thought? Who? It was high time I really learned not to judge people by the look on their f







