When Larry said, "Feel at home, madame. I'll pick up Levitra first," she was pulled back to the present.
Izabella felt relieved she would have the chance to spend time by his side. She took a deep breath and stared at him, shaking on the large bed. He opened his eyes gradually after sensing her presence.
The man chuckled, "You looked like you were going to pass out. Come over here."
He held his hand, and she softly walked up and palmed it. She was honest when she said, "I'm worried about you. "Will you be alright?"
He replied, "There's no need for that, Iza. I'll be okay. "Don't worry, I'll be on my feet tomorrow," the speaker said.
"Are you sure you're not giving me empty hope?”
The only reaction was a head tilt from Aleksander. "I did not come back here and be let down,"
The determination in his voice compelled her to question, "What do you mean, Aleks?"
Due to the pounding feet, Aleksander was unable to respond. And then, a woman with dark skin and long, curly hair appeared at the door. In Izabella's opinion, the two of them are of similar ages. She could not stop thinking about their connection and their meeting.
Levitra's eyes were focused silently on the couple's interlocked hands which Izabella pretended not to notice.
Aleksander commanded Larry, "Do take care of her."
"Chief, you can depend on it."
As he grinned. "Promised me you won't go anywhere, that is, without me," he said after turning to face her.
"I'll keep my word, and I'm counting on you to get up in that bed the following morning as you promised."
He laughed before coughing.
She said, "I'll be outside," and left the room.
Izabella sat quietly on the balcony, facing the sky, in front of the granite coffee table and looking up at the clear sky that had just begun to pour heavily.
Her thoughts were racing, though, and she tried to recall how she met the man she later married in Greece last year while working as a freelance model with her closest friend Shanda.
The changes in her life started in Greece when she felt faint and went to the van alone. As they were getting geared up to pack, she passed out and woke up in an unfamiliar room.
Izabella sighed as she distinctly recalled everything, including her nightmares, which had been particularly upsetting since the terrifying episode in the woods.
Izabella attempted to open her eyes despite feeling faint because she was unfamiliar with her surroundings. She then realized she was standing atop an enormous bed in a huge bedroom. As soon as she heard footsteps approaching, she wanted to stand up. The voice suddenly got extremely loud and clear as a door opened.
She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep as she struggled to stop her heart from thumping. She replayed the last thing she could recall. She was with Shanda, her best friend. The fashion stylist declared they would have a small party while preparing for their final photo shoot, but when she felt lightheaded, she went inside the car. She was sitting in the front of the vehicle, adjusting the strap of her high-heeled sandal, when one of the bigwigs passed by and attracted her attention as their eyes met. When she sensed a haze in her vision, she averted her gaze. She saw two men approach her. When one of the men with a big body carried her, she wanted to protest, but it was like she was drowning.
"Yes, the package is here and waiting for you. The woman is dozing off in your bedroom, "said a man's voice as he unlocked the bedroom. "Be at ease, Sir Felix. Nobody noticed us."
Her body began to tremble in fear. Izabella reasoned while she pondered, "In that case, I'm at that man's residence."
When she discovered Felix had taken her, she was worried. He is a model for high-end apparel and the son of the enormous advertising agency she works for.
When the bedroom door opened, s he didn't even look, but she could tell that the person speaking had left and that the door had shut. She then heard footsteps leave the room until she could no longer listen to their footsteps.
She deduced from what she had heard that the kidnapper was still outside the mansion. She also looked around as she was lying down. Two doors could be found inside the room, she observed.
Even though she was still feeling queasy, she attempted to listen again before standing up. She decided to leave Felix's place before the man got home. With him around, she was aware that the scheme would fail.
She opened the door next to the bedroom door and discovered a large bathroom. She made a quick, cautious, but agile exit. When she opened the other door, the stunning view from the balcony where she was standing amazed her. She assumed she was on the second level because it was bright downstairs.
She was standing on a balcony overlooking a sizable pool surrounded by a sizable garden below and illuminated by bright lights, including the rising full moon.
She had to leave the mansion before the full moon, which she thought would reveal her complete form without taking medicine in her bag, but she could not see in the bedroom she was in. She could not be experiencing a form change in another nation. Despite her father's repeated warnings, she believed she could return to her village before the full moon, but severe weather forced them to postpone their photo session for a week.
Izabella was spellbound by the alluring view from the balcony and considered jumping from it with the intention of landing on the water, but she was paralyzed by fear due to the height of the floor she was standing on.
Izabella resisted the need to leave the balcony because she had an unpleasant, weak feeling of impending fate and casualty. But just then, she noticed a tiny movement coming from the side of a large tree. The oddest figure she had ever seen caused her to stop moving.
Izabella appeared startled and focused her attention on the stranger—a masculine humanoid-like creature with green skin and protruding fangs that resembled those of a big werewolf—who stood at least six feet tall and had flashing predator's eyes. The body of the alien is covered in pure muscle.
He may have noticed Izabella watching him and turned to see where she was. She caught her breath after their extended gaze matched. His eyes were so golden that she was overcome with exhaustion. The extraterrestrial figure was positioned near the tree's corner. He was looking at her while observing the surroundings around the pool.
Was that the same alien green man I met years ago? She pondered. But what on earth was that odd creature doing inside the mansion? She wondered as she moved back to avoid his gaze. But out of curiosity and disregarding the rapid beat of her heart, she glanced down and saw him point his finger at the pool lamp, which then exploded to produce flames and smoke.
When all the lights went out, Izabella's instinct took control, and she sprinted to the bedroom door. He could hear footsteps as she ran up the stairway while avoiding people.
Izabella stepped outside the mansion with dread and horror. Did the alien attack the mansion?
She wanted to chuckle at the thoughts racing through her head. She blamed the drug that was given to her. Her eyes were still not entirely focused.
Yeah, right! Perhaps a movie was being filmed at the estate. A peg for a hero or alien must be just an alien mask. Whatever it was, she appreciated what transpired for enabling her to get to the car garage and her eyewear rounder.
She assumed it must be goodie night when she came across a Range Rover with the key in the ignition. And she even found her shoulder bag in the car's back seat. She swung her body to the back seat to get her purse and securely put the sling on her neck.
She was a skilled rider. Although she didn't yet have a driver's license, she used to ask her father's driver to instruct her. And her dad promised her that on her 20th birthday, she would be getting a car, but ensuring she didn't behave wildly like her college classmates. Some were taken to the hospital.
When Izabella heard gunfire within the mansion, she didn't spare any time. She fiddled with the key with clenched teeth until she finally aligned it. She quickly pulled up the car and got out of the gate. She didn't care about the speed of the vehicle. She wanted to escape, but the mansion was far from the highway. It took her a while to get out of the estate and into the main road.
Izabella and Yzobelle became even closer since they were confronted with their true identity as twin sisters fathered by the monarch King of Grisean, according to their Aunt Xania. They discovered that their Aunt Astria had assigned Aunt Xania to care for the test tube twin sisters. And they were even more shocked when they learned that Aunt Astria had a secret crush on their acknowledged father of Izabella, Doctor Jones, And the best thing about being close as siblings was when her stepbrother Jeremy became Yzobelle's boyfriend. Their Aunt Xania had no objection to their relationship though it was now known how a wolf attacked Jeremy and his blood got infected; thus, he shifted once a month with his stepsister Izabella. The only change in the two of them being together as siblings was that Yzobelle had been busy with her relationship with Jeremy, so sometimes she could not refuse Robert's invitation, as she owed a lot to him for saving her life several times. "You have to be caref
Who knows? It's not like he was even her boyfriend. He was a seductive beast whom she repeatedly kissed on their first encounter. You liar, you. Do you intend to turn around right now? Chicken. She was perplexed by the mental conflict. She remembered feeling delightfully naughty as he kissed her as she slipped her arm around his heavily muscled waist. It's absurd to get excited over something so simple. Provocative. He was provoking and made her feel unexpected feelings. Although excited to explore her emotions, she had a bad sensation. Okay, so she may have unrealistic expectations of him. She liked being in his company. She was frightened by how excellent it was. Lavender and cheerful scents filled the air. She couldn't place the source of the familiar scent. She drank in the smell of their lust in the air around them. Izabella grabbed his neck and dragged him, abandoning all prudence since she knew this was possibly the most daring trip she would ever go on. He tur
Izabella had been lying down for a long time, but her eyes were fixed on the ceiling as if dreaming when she heard the little turning of the lock of her bedroom doorknob.Izabella ignored that. Instead, she lay on her side with her back to the door. She knew her mental bully stepsister was outside even if she didn't open it. And as usual, she would be warned to stay away from Robert, the man who had been her friend for a long time.She breathed deeply and felt isolated as she looked at the wall of her private space.She caressed the top of her womb as the content of her dream resurfaced in her mind about the strange warrior creature playing she'd been dreaming about. Which saddened her, and she failed to be with him in her dream.And suddenly it came to her mind what her stepbrother had said earlier, that she had married an alien.She felt like wanting to laugh at herself. Even in choosing a spouse, she was also weird. An alien? Ugh!Maybe that's a result of having the experience of v
"You know when I initially heard the loud bang inside, I believed an animal had fallen. Or something had fallen from the sky.” He slowly inspected her, his obvious sexual curiosity fighting the twinkle in his eyes. "This is so much better."She wheezed as a cunning retort. She needed to breathe, by God! It was a cringe-worthy situation."Take your time," he suggested, focusing on her legs, which were extended and bent at the knees, allowing him a free view up to her crotch.Die by eating dirt, she reasoned."Is this like potholing? Only in your underwear?” He inquired with amusement dancing on his face. “Very nice underwear, too, I might say," he added as his eyes slowly moved over the rest of her openly.Wheeze, what a pervert!"Stop doing that and get out of here," she finally snapped."Oh, a fiery Earthling woman in here..." he mumbled. “I like that kind of fire…”"I said stop ogling at me. Can't you see I'm pregnant?""Well," he said with his index finger stroking his nose. “Didn'
But she didn't pull away. It seemed he wanted to put his arms around her to see what happened as his hand extended in the air. And he finally placed his large hand on the back of her head. His lips covered hers again and controlled the kiss for a while. She wanted the urge to stop him but was mesmerized with wonder as they gazed at each other. "What are you thinking?" He whispered huskily. Her eyes widened as their eyes met for a second. She licked her lips while his eyes followed that movement before she replied, "I wanted to feel your lips with my eyes closed." What the hell? She scolded herself for telling him. "Why?" She shrugged," I'm not sure, but I like the sensation of your… No, forget it--" "I know what you mean," he cut in with his eyes roaming on her face and stopped as he gazed back. "But I want to look into your eyes and how they react as our lips go together." She gulped as his golden eyes darkened with desire. His kiss was soft and testing but not clumsy. Inste
The king jerked, startled by the unusual calm of his suite, and peered around. He woke up to find himself in the center of his bed. He inhaled deeply as he fixed his focused gaze on the lofty ceiling.He could feel a void within him. He was unable to express his anguish and longing. More tragic than losing his parents. He thought he had lost everything. And was unwilling to accomplish anything for the rest of the day since he felt weak and miserable.He sensed Marlo's presence. And only his eyes glanced at the open door when he entered his premises."Greetings, Your Majesty. I hope you're feeling great and not sick from too many of those beverages you had on an empty stomach..."He shrugged it off as he got up and sat on the edge of his bed. He felt himself growing old suddenly because of his softening sense of self."Any plans for today, My King?" He inquired why he remained standing in front of the monarch."No, unless you got one," he said, somewhat bored. "I'd rather bury myself un
When Marlo discovered that the alien secretion drink King Dreksil had requested would run out, he shook his head. The drink was made of coconut rum, melon liqueur, and pineapple juice and had a blue sugar rim. The beverage had a nearly radioactive green hue. He would reach for this beverage when the monarch felt irritated or agitated like he was doing now. He could tell how ferociously upset he was by the expression on his face. However, he recognized his ruler. Who wouldn't want to after being left behind by the lady he made his queen? Among the many ladies who pleaded to be loved and owned by King Dreksil, he only had feelings for Izabella. She was also the only one whose extreme attitude caused him to violate his rules. Instead of instructing her on how to submit to her husband, the ruler of Chronos, he cherished her for being too proud to be tamed. How did I get here? King Dreksil's mind was in a state of shock until the point at which the woman he had devoted his unique feeling
Izabella stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked at her visitors. Her Aunt Xania showed her companion something in the photo album usually displayed at the console table. Her companion was facing their direction, so Izabella had a chance to study her profile like in a trance. She thought their young woman visitor embodied the ideal of a beautiful woman with a slim figure, light complexion, and a shapely neck that flowed into her seductive body. But what drew her in were her gorgeous eyes, full lips, and head shape covered in red copper hair. She gently prodded her stepbrother, who appeared enthralled by her attractiveness. "You like her beauty?" She teased him in a whisper. He responded with a soft laugh, "Sure," "But I feel like I was staring at a different image of yourself, Iza, aside from the fiery hair and dark eyes." "What?" "She seems a little taller than you, but you virtually look the same, so..." Mrs. Jones purposefully cleared her throat to interrupt their in-dep
Izabella jumped up from her bed when she heard loud knocks on her bedroom door. Before she could stand, the door opened. "Hmm. Indeed, you're back here. I hope you've completely disappeared from the people here!" "What are you talking about, Camilla?" What she said to her created a deep gash on her forehead. The newcomer shook her head as if she couldn't believe her reaction. When she heard several pairs of feet approaching, even Camilla looked at the door. Doctor Jones and her Aunt Esmeralda entered, followed by a familiar face. "Good morning," she greeted with a smile. And her eyes stopped at the companion of the two. "Hi, Aunt Xania! You came to visit." "Yes, because I missed you," said their guest smiling. They looked at Camilla's explosive departure. "I'm fine, but why are you like that when you can look at me?" "Don't you remember anything before Robert found you in the forest?" "Daddy, yesterday you kept asking me about that. Where should I be found? Jerry as