As Damian escaped into the dark, his mind only darted back to the girl he just held in his arm. On the other hand the girl had gotten back to the bus and the journey continued and her fellow passengers trying what they thought was to calm her down and make her feel comfortable but her mind too was fixed on the monster, she looked deep in its eyes and saw that there was a good soul behind the scary mask, she felt deep down somehow that there was something human about the beast, she felt a connection but at the end maybe it was just dumb what she was thinking about.
The next day In one of the brightest mornings of mid spring, the doorbell of Damians home rang and his butler got it. It was Mr Damians new assistant who was to arrive today, the butler led her to the room she would be living in and told her she could see Mr Damian at the table for breakfast.The girl's name was Abigail Granger, and she was from California and she was also the girl from the previous night which in most opinions was a rather dramatic night. Ms Abigail had a nice warm bath, changed her clothes then left to the dining table for breakfast. On getting to the dinning, Mr Damian was already having breakfast and she just joined in being served by the butler." Good morning sir" she greeted," Good morning, how was your trip" Damian asked," you would never believe" she said with a grin," Hectic huh" he replied," sort of" she replied. But all the while they exchange their little conversation Damian never once looked at her, he just focused on his food.Abigail needed some salt which she grabbed on the table but on keeping it she hit her knee under the table which made her arm jerk with reflex and she shot the salt, Damian caught the salt with seamlessly no effort, the only thing was he caught it with the hand which was wounded with the bullet and so he groaned a bit out of pain." Oh my I am so sorry I hit my knee and it was kinda like a reflex I didn't mea....." Abigail tried explaining," it's ok no need to bother yourself about it" Damian cut in, it was only then their eyes met together and on meeting they froze, to Damian it was unbelievable, it was his Magret, but it was also the girl from last night, doesn't she recognise him. To her, she didn't really mind but was bothered with why he was stuck staring at her like he was some anime boy who just saw something unbelievable, the only thing that stood out to her were his eyes who she was sure to have seen and she knew just where she had seen them but oh well.He finally broke his stare at her, and just shrugged things up thinking to himself, well she's here and for business." Where were you last night" asked Abigail," hmm, what, me, um I was um , home all night" he nervously replied," why ask that '' he returned a question," oh my God you're bleeding, where is the first aid kit" she screamed,"it's on the shelf in the kitchen" he replied, she rushed to the kitchen grabbed the kit and got back at lightning speed to his side, dropping on her knees to attend to his wound." Please try to Raise your shirt let me help" she asked with a voice so graceful, he couldn't speak, he tried but just couldn't say anything so he just did as he was told and watched her clean and stitch his wound, after some minutes she was done and proceeded to scold him which to my opinion as the writer is just so super funny, like you are busy scolding a man who is as old as you're entire generation and is a monster in addition." How can you be so careless as to allow a wound such as this one be untreated, don't you know it can get infected huh, it isn't advisable to let such things unattended to, and how the hell did you get such an injury, and plus you just stained a perfectly good shirt...." She rambled on, finally coming to her senses and taking note of whom she was talking to. She quickly held her mouth shut and just stood there in what looked to be an air of embarrassment." Oh I'm sorry to be this careless, I had treated the wound with some alcohol and it seemed dry, I guess me catching on that salt must have strained the area a bit" he replied rather calmly, to this she nodded her head though still in shock even further taken aback by the fact that he was so calm and didn't fire her.For the second time Miss Abigail took to her knees but this time with Plies not cotton," I am so sorry sir I Di..." She pleaded, but was cut in half by her boss," It's ok, I understand, it's nothing really" he said. But Miss Abigail still wondered where he had gotten the injury from and as she saw his eyes and the position of the injury she couldn't help but think of what had happened to her on her way to his house, but for all it might seem to be it might have well been a coincidence.They finished breakfast and all Their drama, he took her to his company where he introduced her as his new assistant, and to this, the day went on like a normal work day would, with some workers complaining, others procrastinating, others hating on their co workers and jobs, it is tradition after all. At noon of the day while Damian was working on a project, Abigail walked in to inform him about a meeting he had with some firm, as she got into his office he stopped, he had stopped to look at her, her beauty and flawlessness, it was strange, it was something different, there was something in him he hadn't felt for a very long time, as she got closer to him, and impulse made him stand up and walk towards her but as luck of the infinite universe would have it she tripped on the twisted rug in his lush office and it was then that he caught her in his arms , their eyes were locked together, he felt his heart rush and his body like it was sweating though he was cold, on her end, she felt uneasy but shockingly secure and safe in his arms, they both said nothing and kept drawing closer and closer to each other, to both of them it felt like something they had been used to doing and have done before.Damian Kept drawing himself closer and closer to her with his hand sliding on her beautiful body and to this she was completely and utterly helpless she couldn't help but feel all her emotions being poured out by the actions of a man she barely knows. With his hand on her waist and his mouth just about 4 centimeters to her, he regained control of himself," oh I'm yes miss Abigail, sorry about that, the rug gets twisted ,so what is it you are here for" he said . And just like that what seemed to make our hearts race had ended in the most unsatisfactory manner, for them both and us all." Well sir I'm here to inform you that you have a meeting scheduled by 2pm today with the Japanese firm honda" she said with an air of weirdness and with constant uneasy feeling in her body which made her fidget about," So should i go prepare for our departure with our transportation crew sir" she asked." No you don't have to bother yourself about anything, I will drive myself and I go to those types of stuff alone" Damian replied.Miss Abigail left as soon as her boss gave his reply , she went to her office, threw herself on her chair and let out a big sigh," What is he doing to me? '' she asked herself, funnily Mr Damian also asked himself the question to himself at the same time.2pm came by and Mr Damian left for his appointment, ms Abigail stayed at her office a bit until she decided to go meet some other coworkers, there she instantly bonded with this girl by name Sheryl, it was the afternoon coffee break and there just was a lot of people to meet and get acquainted withAbigail and Sheryl talked and talked, and it was there she got further information and insights to how Damian was especially in the workspace, time had gone on and she decided to go back home, as she got back home she ate some food and decided to binge watch with more food.The appointment took almost all day with Damian coming back home by night time after he had stopped to get some drinks on the way, on entering the house into his living he saw Abigail on the couch covered in a blanket with was seemed to be a marathon of harry potter/ lord of the rings movie playing on screen, but she was asleep, he took her up to her room and laid her there to sleep better and left. The next morning, Abigail woke a asking herself how she got to bed for all she remembered was her watching movies on the couch, she finally woke up toke a bad got herself dressed and prepared for work, she got down stairs and to her greatest surprise, her boss was the one making breakfast in the kitchen, " good morning dear hope your night was good" he said , " good morning sir" she replied with a questionable look on her face, "sir where is your butler and why are you the one doing the cooking" she asked. " Oh I gave Jeremy a week off plus he had to go see his sick brother at the hospital so that's why he isn't around " he replied, " would you mind if I bring breakfast to the table now" he asked'' oh no, i don't " she replied, they both had their breakfast and left for work.ABIGAIL’s POVGuilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.Without fully understanding why, I found myself outside his door. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my resolve wavering.Bastian looked up from where he sat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a knowing smile. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room in a few quick strides, my
Meanwhile, Damian paced the hallways of the house, his mind in turmoil. The confrontation with Abigail had left him shaken. He had hoped that bringing her and Zion back to the house would mend the rift between them, but Bastian’s brutal honesty had only widened it.Damian couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Abigail’s anger and hurt were palpable, and he knew he needed to find a way to make things right. He decided to check on her, hoping to find a moment of calm to talk things through.As he approached Bastian’s room, he heard muffled voices and his heart sank. He recognized Abigail’s voice, but the tone was different—soft, intimate. He pushed open the door slightly and his worst fears were confirmed.There, on Bastian’s bed, were Abigail and his brother, locked in a passionate embrace. The sight of them together sent a wave of rage and betrayal crashing over him. He wanted to storm in, to tear them apart, but he knew it would only make things worse.Damian backed awa
ABIGAIL POVI tried to pull away, but the fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch made it difficult. “Bastian, I can’t—”He silenced me with a kiss, his lips hungry and demanding. I struggled for a moment, my mind screaming that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch.“Bastian, we can’t do this,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Why not? You deserve to feel good, Abigail. Let go, just this once.”I hesitated, torn between my loyalty to Damian and the burning need I felt. Bastian’s hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.“Please, Abigail,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me make you forget, just for tonight.”The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, it all became too much. My resolve crumbled, and I surrendered to the moment. Bastian lifted me onto the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.As he undressed me, I felt a mix of guilt and anticipation. I knew this was wrong,
As the months passed, the wounds of betrayal began to heal, albeit slowly. Abigail and I worked tirelessly to rebuild our relationship, and though it was never easy, our love for each other and for Zion gave us the strength to persevere.Margaret, sensing that her influence over me had waned, became increasingly bitter and isolated. She no longer held the power she once did, and her attempts to come between us grew more desperate and transparent.One evening, as the sun set over our home, Abigail and I sat on the porch, watching Zion play in the yard. There was a sense of peace that had been missing for so long, and for the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.“Damian,” Abigail said softly, her hand resting on mine. “I know we’ve been through so much, and I know that things will never be exactly the same. But I want you to know that I see the effort you’re making, and I appreciate it.”I turned to her, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Abigail, I love you more than anythin
The days that followed were a blur of guilt and despair. Abigail refused to speak to me, and Zion’s once-bright eyes were filled with confusion and hurt. The trust and love that had bound us together seemed irreparably damaged.Margaret, ever the opportunist, tried to seize the moment to draw me closer. But every touch, every whisper, only served to remind me of the betrayal I had committed.“Damian,” she purred one evening, her hand tracing circles on my chest. “We could be happy together. We could start anew.”I pushed her away, my voice filled with anger and regret. “This isn’t what I want, Margaret. I made a terrible mistake, and I need to fix it.”Her eyes flashed with anger. “Fix it? How? Abigail will never forgive you.”“Maybe not,” I said, standing up. “But I have to try. I love her and Zion more than anything. What happened between us was a mistake.”Margaret’s face twisted with rage. “You’re a fool, Damian. She’ll never take you back.”“Maybe,” I replied, my resolve hardenin
The weeks that followed our victory over the witches were tense. The fragile peace in our household was constantly under threat, and Margaret seemed to be at the center of it. Her presence was a constant reminder of the past and the dangers we still faced. But beneath her cold exterior, she harbored a burning desire—a desire for me that had never faded.One evening, as Abigail and Zion slept soundly, I found myself alone in the study, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. The door creaked open, and Margaret stepped in, her eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice like velvet. “You seem troubled.”I looked up, my guard momentarily lowered. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened. The witches, the artifact, the danger we’re still in.”Margaret moved closer, her movements smooth and deliberate. “You carry so much on your shoulders. It’s not fair.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It’s my responsibility. I have to protect Abigail and Zion.”S