ANGELIQUEI open the gate of his house with fear welling up inside me.There are a lot of people here today most of them... in fact, all of them are giving me creepy looks and whispering to each other."What a nerve she has for coming back here after what she did" I managed to hear one of them say. Confused than ever before I make my way to the house. My eyes met with his cold eyes filled with resentment and hatred for me. Hasn't his grandma woken up yet?I closed the door behind me and froze."My grandmother says you are a witch and I want you to tell me the truth are you a witch?" He asks Now I have to carry the burden of other people. I sighed. Here goes trouble "Yes, I am a witch what are you going to do? Tell the council and have them kill me?""That's what is supposed to be done" The ferocious grandma appears out of nowhere and says."Okay" I walk to him and grab his hand."You want to make my brother a complete orphan right? He's already parentless you want him to not have
When one feels the warmth of the fire it's called wrath. And when one burns in the fire it's called hate but when one burns down to ashes because of the fire then it's called revenge. They forced me to feel the warmth, burn and turn into ashes.But like a phoenix I plan on rising from the ashes they burned me down to. Till date I can't stay in one place place for more than three months all because of them my life has no direction I'm just living because my heart hasn't stopped beating although everyday I wish I could just die. I loathed them for filling my life with fury.Our fate is determined by the house we grow up in. Your story's first author is your mom. This has me wondering everyday I spent alive, that what is my fate? Is the life I'm living really the life I should be. All this I can never know but can always wonder. But what I do is I was writing my own fate, I couldn't change it but the least I could was make mine.Despite being a rogue, though I didn't live like one, I
Promises are made and kept but some were just meant to be broken. I vowed to Phoenix that I wouldn't be impulsive at school because being impulsive always lands me in nothing but trouble.However, the moron who hit my car pissed me off, I couldn't act like I was okay with what he did. "Please sis let it go we'll walk on foot," Phoenix said while also trying to stop me from going to cause a scene there, but I wasn't having any of that carp. This one is thinking with his toes. I wouldn't do everything I wanted to do without my car."Who did this to my car?" I bawled."I did," a husky voice said from behind me, it was deep yet still sexy. The kind of deep voice that is so very easy to fall in love with, that auditory caramel.My subconscious told me to turn and without blinking I did, one for the fact that I wanted to see who demolished my car and two because I wanted to see the possessor of the attractive voice I just heard.I turned. And my jaw dropped. I blinked twice, just to confirm
The past is what you went through to be who are, it's what paved you to be who you are. The past is what you were not what you are, not who you are. The past doesn't define you. That's why people say that the present and the future are important and not the past.But I believe the past is what's crucial, new memories can always be created but old memories can never be expunged. You live on with the memories, good or bad, they live within you. You make space for them.Dark or bright. Happy or sad the past stays with you. You can't forget the past it's impossible to, but you make peace with the past. And carry it wherever go.My past is, was, and will always be painful. I carried the pain with me like a mosquito sucks blood from our bodies, it sucked and sucked onto my soul until I made harmony with the fact that the only thing I was destined to, was pain.Over the years heartache became my mother and the physical pain became my father, the day I realized that those two things were my p
In our realm, rogues are best known for killing their kind if they aren't given a chance. They're a great danger to packs because all they do is kill. We have a bad odor radiating from our bodies.No one can stand the unbearable smell of rotten flesh and rotten eggs. They're really easy to spot that's why they're easily killed. That way they're bestial But there are good rogues like me we don't kill people we just try to survive which is hard because there are rouges out who still want to kill us despite us not being bad. But as for me thanks to the powers and dreams I get from only the goddess knows where I can conceal my awful scent but I know that he scented that I am a rogue that's why he kept whispering it to me. What I couldn't understand was why wasn't doing anything about it.He was trying to get as close to him as possible, I guess he had that keep your friends close and your enemies closer thing in his mind."If you had just apologized you would have had to piggyback ride
Emotions ran through my body like the water runs in the sea. Anger was fuming inside me and hatred rooting from within me. “When you’re done whining, tell me so we can start working” Working? My job was to be his maid. A personal one at that.“What works,” I asked making my way toward him.“ I’m meeting with people from the council” he stated.What’s that got to do with me? I wondered but still listened.“I want them to feel at home while they’re here” So I should be their maid too. That was simple.“ It’s the least you can do after the destruction you’ve caused in my life”I stared at him with my eyebrows raised.“ Don’t give me that look, I turned my phone off because it’s bombarding with notifications and messages, do you want the headlines “Famous Ruthless Alpha Bane Gets Ridiculed By A Rogue”Argh, that news will be ancient history tomorrow. Wait! Do they know that I am a rogue?“Relax they don’t know you’re a rogue” “ It's just that everyone who is not Candy is
Being alive pangs, especially when you feel a trail of emotions burning inside you that need to be released but you can't do that. It hurts to be alive and helpless.I wonder when will this pain demise I'm continuously inhabiting in misery and it's not pleasant I just want to live a normal life but fate is not letting me I'm instead swimming in a sea of sorrowsMeeting Cain was terrible, he used to make me do things I didn't want to, I smuggled drugs sometimes he'd even put them in my stomach he made me do terrible things to people. In his eyes and Banes's, I'm trash but he never made me feel worthless. What he ordered me to do was the same as being a prostitute because what if their lust nudges them to want my body to get what he wants he'll let them ravish like a predator ravishes their prey.I look at the dress he sent for me it's lying on the bed it's black, short, and ridiculously cute I wonder who told him black is my favorite color.I take a quick shower, after taking a shower I
I'm waiting outside my door waiting for the Queen to open the door. I roll my eyes. It's freezing outside here since I'm not wearing anything. I could probably barge in but I don't want to see such filth as her naked, it would be too insulting and disgusting.But it wouldn't be so bad to see her naked, I snickered, and the door to my room slowly opened. When it was finally ajar I wondered if I was being delusional or what but what I saw mystified me, an angel with black hair stood in front of me. If I didn't have to do something important today I would've taken her right here and now.Her hair was dripping with water and her white shirt was wet giving me a full display of her overripped bananas, spotty and hanging precariously from tender stalks."Sorry for the wait I was taking a shower," She said biting her lower lip. I stood still, ogling at her."Fuck" I cursed to myself. What is this lowlife doing to me? "I just came to get my shirt but I see you're using it I'll get another one"