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Night Flower Eight
The weather started to match my mood. The gray sky combined with the lowering temperatures began to freeze the hope I had gathered. With the dislocated shoulder, I needed a sling, so making one out of his bed sheets seemed reasonable. The trick was getting something sharp enough to cut it and finding a way that I could hold the thing. In the end, it was awful, but it kept my arm immobilized.That first-aid course had been a good choice. That and survival instincts were a good match; the only thing I lacked was common sense."Rise and shine."Here we go again. Her whole ensemble looked like something out of a magazine spread. She looked like a million-dollar sugar baby, while I looked like someone had dragged me through the mud. Which they had."Here we go, oats and fruit." She was being far too amicable. "We need to get some food into you so you can get better. I spoke with Dalio, and he said he was sorry and that he wouldn’t be doing that again."Her saccharine smile was terrifying."
Night Flower Nine
He kept me at arm's reach, with his whole wrap pressing down onto my windpipe. If he wanted to show me he was in charge, that my life hung on a thread, that he could end me by snapping my neck with a quick movement of his wrist, I knew all that, and yet I chose to face him, to keep looking into his eyes, trying to find a way to thaw his icy heart. "Please!" I begged. Holding onto his forearm and trying to pry me out of his grasp was useless; he doubled and tripled my strength and height. Standing on the tips of my toes did nothing; he adjusted and even pressed down further. "Please, what?" "I can’t breathe." The glint in his eyes, the emptiness in them—he enjoyed this. This was the first peek into his darkness; the sadistic bastard had finally made an appearance. Everything began to blur, the ringing started, and then I was back, my lungs expanding, welcoming the oxygen in. My good arm was pressed against his chest while keeping the rest of me at a safe distance. The idea of him be
Night Flower Ten
Tap tap. Tap tap. The rhythmic sound came from the other side of the wall. It was faint, but it was enough to wake me up. The deafening silence was too much; I felt like I had been thrown into a void where the only light source was so faint that I could barely see a few feet in front of me. The dark walls and the unkempt appliances added more to the eerie scenery. Nothing had happened after they locked the door; no one had come to see me. Or feed me. My stomach had been growling like crazy, and that last meal had been a few bites of questionable fruit due to the ongoing game Ruby had been playing with me and my food. Wrapping myself had made it impossible for me to eat without hesitation. Water was not an option; the pipes had groaned for a long time just to let out a couple of rusty droplets. The small room had maintained its temperature. Cold. Wrapping myself around had somewhat worked; the oversized shirt covered my knees while the rest of me had to endure it; somehow I had f
Night Flower Eleven
Rarely did my men feel the need to approach the moving vehicle I was in. Usually, they would wait until I had both of my feet on the ground and was paying attention to them. They didn't dare talk any more than necessary or approach me with minor issues, but when your head of security and my right hand both stood and came to meet me, a dreadful feeling overcame me. Aside from a minor issue in the past, our world seemed to be fine. On any other day, a question or an unexpected encounter between species might have occurred, but it would have been dealt with. My excursions were purely political in nature; they were done to maintain face and demonstrate that things were under control to the other warmbloods who were aware of us. maintaining order among the rare hot-blooded parties and attacks on civilian targets These were calm times; in fact, they were so calm that the brunette intruder had even been amusing. I still don't know what it was, but something in my gut told me not to believe
Night Flower Twelve
“Take a whiff of that.” In all the commotion no one had alerted me of the incoming vehicle. “Mihir, you didn't say you were coming.” As always, he smiled broadly, his chest out, and looking like he didn’t have a single trouble in the world. My baby brother moved fast in my direction, wrapping his beefy arms around me like the handsy douche he was. “And yet here I am, brother.” My baby brother, who usually avoided me unless there was some type of situation where I found myself in some kind of hardship, was the first to come knocking. He enjoyed my suffering, but most of all, he enjoyed the freedom that came from the fact that he was the second child. “Who’s the delicious creature?” He didn’t seem as bothered as my men, maybe because he had married young, endured multiple heartbreaks, and was also in love. “No one of your business.” “Come on, brother, indulge me. You know well that I have too much time on my hands. Let me at least have some fun.” “You think this is a funny situa
Night Flower Thirteen
The loud clang was barely audible, and I was more concerned about what I would find on the other side of the door. With no idea what her demeanor would be, I mentally prepared myself as much as I could. One thing was having the sense that my body wanted whatever she gave, but there was also the notion of knowing the result we might have after we lay together. The scent became stronger as I pulled the heavy door towards me. These were cells to hold the worst of the worst. Small spaces, low ceilings, and barely any light. Her eyes were the first thing I saw, with witchy eyes. Bright in the darkness, drawing me in. She was covered in interesting bits as she sat naked on the filthy floor. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I approached her, but her captivating gaze held me spellbound. Her stillness unnerved me; she looked regal even in this filthy place. Here, I was offering myself like any other male. The suspense was palpable; it was unheard of that an alpha could be reje
Night Flower One
Ever since I turned twelve, I could feel the change—nothing like superpowers, but small things like scent, vision, and stamina, all of which were heightened. It was like waking up one day in a different body. I looked the same, but as the weeks and months passed by, my body adapted.On the morning of my twelve birthday, there was no cake, no pink dress, no present. I just jumped out of bed, had breakfast, and went to school. No one said anything; no one approached me or said anything out of the ordinary. It was like any other day; I failed my arithmetic test, played jump rope on break, and got into an argument with Sally.Like I said, totally normal.You might ask what my argument was about. It was a heated discussion about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I was invisible, and Sally mocked me."That's silly, how can anyone be invisible?""I can!" I screamed, a tone often used to make myself heard."No, you can't! Is stupid!" She screamed back at me. At this point, we were alm
Night Flower Two
"Ready? You have ten minutes to hide. Try not to be found. The whistle will announce the end, and if we haven't found you and you hear the whistle, come out." Ten minutes was a lot of time, but I wasn't sure if it would be enough. My sense hadn't changed, but I was convinced more than half of the kids had gotten a stronger sense of smell or sight. I barely could stand, but at the first signal, I started moving. Finding a good spot wasn't easy. You had to take the notion of the wind, the sun, or the moon, and how small or big the space you were trying to blend into. Rachel waved past me as she ran towards higher grounds. That, too, had been my first thought, but looking down at my clothes, it seemed foolish to try to blend with foliage when your top was pink. Thanks, Mother. If I fail, this test is going to be your fault. There was a river nearby; we had run past it, and that's where I moved. Losing precious minutes thinking about my strategy had been a bad thing, but maybe I had a c
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