MATES WITH DEFECTS

EvelynI've always thought my instincts were sharp enough to cleave a meat tendon. So when my alarm rang a few minutes earlier, I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in my heart. The air felt stale, somehow heavier. Deep into my bones, i could somehow hear the wrongness seeping into the morning fog, promising a future of unknown. I rubbed my gritty eyes and turned off the lamp. I yanked the drapes open and stretched. Stretched my upper body that is. My lower body_from waist below_is paralyzed. Even though no one knew why. I just woke up a random Tuesday, six years ago and here we are, practically a useless invalid being. For us vampyre, mobility is the base of our existence. Agility and beauty are considered our strongest fort. Along with our hypnotic powers. None of which I posses in any significant quantity. No agility and definitely no beauty to be seen anywhere, my hypnotic powers are nothing but woeful at worst and mildly disgraceful at best. The one who excel at thes

EvelynIn a perfect world, my wedding day would be the most happiest day of my life. I'd smile really big, so big you'd think I'm going crazy. The day would be clear and free of clouds, flowers and butterflies would adorn everywhere. Laughter of joy would ring around me like tinkling of bell and I would gaze into my husband's eye with love and affection. Yes and blah blah blah.But, reality check slapped me right across the cheek with celery stick.I couldn't be anymore miserable and helpless even if I tried. My wedding was the exact opposite of what the occasion itself was supposed to symbolize. No laughter, rainbows or unicorns. None of that. There are guns though. Few vampyre warrior and human security guards were stationed everywhere. Did I say everywhere? Well, yes. A guard with a scruffy face almost sent Agatha into a panic attack when he insisted on following me into the bathroom. The issue was resolved by changing the guard with a female colleague of his. The mood was

Evelyn I've always thought the worst that could happen to anyone of our kind was losing their soul, but I was deadass wrong. No, it wasn't death. It wasn't even losing their soul, not even close. It was facing the fury of a werewolf Alpha. I wasn't talking about the glares and the scowls anymore. I was talking about his deep blue eyes probing every cells in my body, I was talking about the hard lines of his jaws, of the way his sneer reached out and smashed my heart into smithereens. Now, I don't know what this is all about. Except for him getting the short end of the stick. Okay, if the fast words and snarls he'd spoken to his subordinate was any indication, he was pretty pissed. It was an hour after we'd finished officiating our wedding, in which my mother had given me a book as my wedding present. Which my father had given me a credit card and Agatha has my wedding gift. My husband looked pretty amused by the latter gift, he smiled in that way that seems mocking and amused at

Evelyn The dawn came later than I would have liked. I spent the whole night tossing on the bed, anxiety and exhaustion waging war inside me stomach. Not knowing what was coming. I was grateful the content of my breakfast decided not to make an appearance. That would have added embarrassment as the cherry on top. Even now as I wait for Agatha's appearance with eagerness, I couldn't stop the slight pricking of fear at the base of my neck. Is something going to happen? Apart from what did not happen yesterday. Israel had somewhere gotten us lodged at some fancy hotel in the middle of nowhere. Tired and mentally exhausted, I couldn't be bothered to check out the settings and aesthetics. I was wheeled to my room by my husband. The whole ride which I spent trying to get enough air into my lungs. He was so huge. His sheer presence seeming to take up so much space, making everything shrink in comparison to him. His shoulder strained the fabric of his suit. Poor things.His blue eyes w

Evelyn My heartbeat was still racing to the end of the earth, and I struggled to hold in the bike threatening to rise inside my belly. There was a dead body. In the pool of blood, crusty at the edges. A dead man killed by my husband. The husband that was giving furious instructions now, low and commanding. After what felt like hours which must have been nothing but few seconds, he stalked towards me again. My heart nearly jumped out of my throat. “Look like your vision came to pass princess. We're under attack.” His voice was strained with anger and a hint of appreciation. It made me feel a bit lightheaded. Though in truth, must have been the blood that drain right through my brain at the sight of the dead body. “I told you I can sense when things would happen. Though I never have seen it quite so vividly.” I murmured, shuddering when the vision of blood splattered everywhere collided with reality. Finally, the men were done with whatever they were doing and I watched them con