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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
Night Flower Three
"Take her to my chambers. If she wakes up, call me immediately. I need to know what she saw." "Yes, sir." "And do I need to remind you that she is in our care now? No one goes in or out without authorization. Whoever she is, she got too far." Playing dead has never been my forte, but here I am again, pretending that the blow to my head is the cause of my sudden loss of conscience. Being blond has its perks, and mistaking me for harmless is one of them. My small size or physical appearance says nothing of who I am. A well-trained field investigator. That loose board had given me away to the hounds, and that heightened hearing had made me use my last resource. Play dead. Now I lay on the bed of my pack's leader's rival. This was indeed a dangerous mistake. Not knowing if the room is monitored, I don’t move from the position they put me in. Through my eyelids, I scan the room as much as I can; nothing gives away the presence of cameras, but with technology these days, I can’t be ent
Night Flower Four
"Was someone following you?" Here we go again. "I don’t know." "Then why did you run?" The same question would only get him the same answer. "I already told you that I was hitchhiking, and the last person left me on the side of the road since he was going the opposite way. I continued walking until I felt someone behind me; it was dark and I couldn’t see anything. I might have been followed, but it was too dark." "So you ran into the woods?" "Yes." I’m beginning to lose my patience with this man. He had been driving me for the last hour, asking the same question and getting the same answers. He wasn’t satisfied. He wanted me to mess up, but I had already made up my story. Why I was hitchhiking Where I was coming from and where I was going It all added up; he had no reason to think I was lying, but all hot blood was the same. We didn’t trust anyone we didn’t know. I wouldn’t trust myself. "Look, I’m exhausted and in pain." "Just point me in the right direction, and I will leave."
Night Flower Five
This has been the longest time I have been idle. My muscles were stiff due to the lack of activity. I missed the smell of the wet soil, but the sound of the falling rain was soothing, which is why I welcomed it happily. Sleeping through a storm was no problem, but it wasn’t the thunder that woke me; it was the tingling sensation on the back of my neck and down my spine. My survival instincts kicked in right away, reminding me to stay still. I remained flat, was careful not to move, and started assessing my surroundings. That tingling feeling intensified as the seconds ticked by. "You can stop pretending; I know you’re awake." Maybe a change in my breathing or my heartbeat—I wasn’t in control. "Turn around and face me, woman." The voice is strong, in the sense that if it weren’t for my power of will, I would have done it in a heartbeat, with no hesitation or overthinking. I looked over my shoulder; the silhouette of a man sitting down dominated the left side of the room. This was it;
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