I slowly follow behind, taking in the half naked bodies swirling to the rhythm of the song. I am so sure Ketura will love the liberty in this place. The smell of body sweats fills my nostrils, as I hasten my pace to catch up with Blacktooth and Dris. “Hey baby, come to daddy!” someone abruptly slaps my buttocks. I freeze in shock. This is so... I feel my fingers sparkle with fire, when Blacktooth suddenly hollers at the man, snatching my arm roughly “You keep your hands to yourself man! She is taken!” “Fine, Fine. I didn't know that man!” The said-man lifts his hands in surrender and turn towards the crowd, puffing a smoke from a white rolled thing. Why do they say ‘man’ all of the time? Weirdos. I'll just stay here to clear my head and then return sometime. We got to a door, Dris knocks and a loud voice boom from the other side of the door “Yessss?!” “It's Dris sir!” Dris says “Alright, come in.” The voice booms again. Dris opens the door, whispering to us "Stay here, let me
“Hey sexy, open that beautiful eyes of yours.” a voice says. My eye sight is still very much foggy as I can only make out the dark outline of a shoe. My jaw is soon pulled to see the face of a hefty man, with variety of designed inks on his arms and face. “Yesss... that's it, pretty.” He smiles, caressing my cheeks. “Why am I here? Where is Blacktooth? Where is Mr. Wicker? Let me go this instant.” I panic, trying to remove my hands from whatever was holding it behind. I frantically look to my surroundings; I am being held bound in a big room filled with female clothings. “Hold it pretty, Blacktooth is wherever he is. He has been settled and as for Mr. Wicker... He is just outside the door, with the others waiting for you. Besides I was only told to tame and make you corporate with the terms of the business…After that you can have your life back. But nonetheless, I just might have to taste you before the big men does. It is after all, still part of the taming.” He smirks, licking hi
“What if the foods were poisoned?” His voice interrupts my eating spree for the first time, a pinch of smile creasing on his lips. I gulp, letting the chicken lap fall off my mouth.“It... is...not, is it?” I stutter, leaning on the chair.“No, certainly not.” He smiles, making me dig into the food anxiously. So yummy!“You really shouldn't be too trusting, Hermione.” He says intently.I didn't know whether to throw up or something. Panic settles into my belly.“How do you know my name?” I ask shakily, fear is very eminent in my eyes.Can Ezli make poisons become non-effective? Will I die now? Who is this man? How does he know my name?Ezli stays calm and quiet.“I come from the same tribe as you are, a wizard myself. So, I am able to get your name by simply saying somethings and having a strand of your hair.” He says it so casuallyDread filled my bones “You had my hair?... Like you pulled a strand out of my hair?” I holler frantically“Yeah, Hermione. It is just a strand after all.”
Five domestic staffs stand in waiting, few feet from where their master and I sit with him the dining hall. I put some steak into my mouth, chewing it gently. Dead quietness fills the air. Does he perhaps live alone in this big house, save for his helps? Where is his family? I reach for the cup of water on the table, gulping it down, when I heard my name… My eyes pop open from the cup. He gives me that impassive look again, dropping his cutleries. “We need to talk.” He says, leaving the dining hall abruptly. Am I to just follow him like that? I stare at his retreating figure confusingly. The helps still standing, gestures to me to follow him. Arrggh. I roll my eyes, catching up his pace. He stands before a door, secludedly hidden somewhere in the mansion. He takes in a deep breath, bringing out a bunch of keys from his pocket. Slowly he pushes the door open “would you mind going in first?” His demeanor reads hope, as he fists tightly -his shaky hands. “Okay...” I answer quietl
"Pumpkin... Hermione, please... Please hear me out." He follows in hot pursuit "Do not call me that! Don't you even dare! ...You lost the right to call me that the moment you left me with grandmother and Ketura!" Everywhere suddenly feels so freezing, tiny white balls were falling from the sky. "Pumpkin please, we really need to get going. It is snowing." He says shakily, holding his arms tightly. I spread my arms towards the sky as the white looking cotton balls engulfs me. Snowing... So peaceful. I don't know how long we stayed quietly, but I soon start to feel subtle heat beside me as my teeth grit against each other. Mr. Christian Crofus had made a clothing of fire around us, allowing only the soft balls to hover around the fire. I still could see it. It makes me wonder if witchcraft isn't prohibited in this place, considering how he had shown me his dexterity in witchery. I take a peek around us; the entire landscape looks deserted. "I love snowing." I mutter "Yeah, I love
"Ask me anything Pumpkin, I am ready to answer all of your questions." The fire in the fireplace sparkles against his red hair, I pull the warm blanket closely, staring at him intently. "Why did you leave... me?" My voice came out in whisper "My hands were tied Hermione; I didn't mean to. That was the only way." He says I scoff, furrowing my eyebrows "Tsk. That was the only way. How?" I ask He mildly caresses his temple "Pumpkin, please I need you to be patient. I will answer all your questions, okay?" "Okay." I murmur half-heartedly. He leans closer from the small table, ruffling my hair "Hey!" I protest, smiling anyways "Now back to your question" He clears his throat "... There is a realm called the Kard realm, and another called the Thgirb realm. Where we are is the Earth realm and where we come from is the Thgirb realm." I find myself sitting up, concentratedly. "The Kard realm is a replica of our realm; witches, warlocks, werewolves, Lycans, fairies, goblins, elves and all
My dad makes the best cookies in the whole world, I am currently having my twenty -something cookie in a row. "Yummy dad, this is divine!" I murmur, savoring the taste.His eyes’ reads that of pride "Mercì Mademoiselle." He winks"Made-moi-selle? What does that mean? Is that a magic word?" I ask, still biting into the cookies in front of me"Nope." He crosses his arms "It is a french word for Miss, Mercì on the other hand means; Thank you.""Oh, the meaning is Thank you Miss?" I say"Yes. Thank you, Miss." He winks again"Tsk. Tell me dad, aren't you a playboy? You look and act like one." I let out a fat grin"No, nonsense!" He shakes his head in denial "How can your dad be a playboy? Impossi-can't dear." A sly smile plays on his lipsI chuckle loudly "You are notoriously a playboy dad! Tell me, how else would someone have a one-night stand with a stranger?"He burst into laughter "Hermione, you are one ridiculously-amazing child, mocking your father now huh? That one night gave me th
"Okay fine, but before my lip will be zipped... Who told you, that you are this person's second chance mate?" He asks"Uhm, Grandmother." I fake a smile"My mother? And how did she know this? Is she suddenly the person who is to feeling the mate bond for you?" His forehead creases slightly"Nope. She just keeps telling me umpteenthly that I am his second chance mate!" I say with a sly smile"That is so rare Hermione, we had only seen that in books. Well, it doesn't mean it does not exist... It's just rare, and the parties involved feels the mate pull for each other. Since you say you don't feel anything for this person, then cancelled! Next please!" He humors much to my joy.My laughter echoes in the room, so hard that my stomach began to hurt "Alright. The first was Eros Anathos, and the second, I met in the royal ball...""Did you just say Anathos? Wow, Anathos and Kora's son have grown that much? ...Anathos was my best friend back then in high school." My dad says"Wow, just wow."