LOGINKIERAN DARKHOWL“Boss, she had your scent. I know true Darkhowl blood when I smell it.”“Describe her.” One of my henchmen—Billy who was a chef at the restaurant chain branch I owned in Willowbrooke informed me. I already had a hunch who it was. My poison.“Blond, striking blue eyes, willowy—““Really really pretty. And amazing knockers they could fit perfectly in my palm.” Alfred, the younger henchman who worked at the restaurant as the concierge joked.“Knock it off.” Billy reprimanded him.“Owww.” I had Alfred whine. Billy must have hit him.Lyanna. “Boss, the weird thing about this woman, she was completely human. One hundred percent. Except the blood scent. It’s like it was an extension of her.”How was that possible? I’d slept with her approximately a month ago and even then, unless she was walking around with a vail of my blood on her, she couldn’t have smelled like Darkhowl. “This lady, was she alone?” “No she was with Tom Voss. He made the reservation. He owns the on
Tom was a patient and gentle lover. He took his time prioritizing my pleasure, even if he was not as good at satisfying me as the stranger.We’d gone back to my place immediately after the date because it was nearer than his.My body was more sensitive than usual. In a normal way. Not like when I’d had the part of my brain responsible for sexual regulation pumping obscene amounts of hormones in my body.“Do you like that?” He asked as he fondled my breasts. I did. “Yeah.” He smiled proud of himself.Although it didn’t feel anything like when the stranger touched me. It’s like my body had been running on electricity then.It’s was probably because I met the stranger at the time my sex drive was abnormally and fatally high. And he was the perfect medicine to that, a voice inside my head added.Tom caressed my vagina lips before sliding two fingers in. I tried to guide his hand to my clit but he probably thought I was putting my hand there cause I enjoyed it and didn’t want him to s
“Oh did I mention it’s all free?” The waitress added chirpily. “Ain’t we lucky.” Tom commented. “Uh…” I picked up the menu. “I’ll have the chocolate fondant.” The waitress wrote it down and turned to Tom who was looking at his menu. “I’ll have the Tiramisu.” The waitress scribbled it down too, then left. “So maybe the chef wanted to offer us dessert. The concierge was pointing at us cause we were the lucky ones and he was just informing the chef.” Tom said an excited grin spread across his face. “Yeah that makes sense.” I responded without conviction. Something was going on around here and I might have been the center of it. Our food arrived, hot and steamy. It was delicious and up to par. I couldn’t help myself but gobble it down. I looked up to find Tom staring at me strangely. “Jeez if I’d known you were this hungry I could have taken you out for a burger first.” “We can go for one after.” I suggested. He burst out laughing like it was funny. I wasn’t joking. I jus
Tom took me to this new fancy place called Aurelia Vīb that had just opened up in town, last year. It was also owned by the Darkhowl family, like most properties around. We’d been lucky to get a last minute reservation.When we entered, the concierge had done something extremely weird as Tom told him about the reservation. He’d looked up at me and sniffed the air. His head had started moving in my direction, while his nostrils flared and his pupils dilated.“Is there a problem man?” Tom had asked concerned.But the concierge did not hear him and kept sniffing in as his head inched closer. Tom had then stretched out his hand and put it on his chest, stopping him. He’d assumed a protective stance putting me slightly behind him.“Do we have a problem?” He repeated, his tone dropping an octave.The concierge had shaken his head, as if to clear it.“I’m sorry. Your perfume smells exactly like the one my mother used to wear. She’s dead now.” He smiled apologetically. I wasn’t wearing an
I’d decided to go see Dr Hart for my monthly routine checkup. Hopefully my last. Tom and I had been going steady for a while now. Not exactly dating, but we’d settled into a particular rhythm, almost like dating but without the sex or kissing. He had grown to be my best friend. He stop by almost every day to check up on me. He didn’t live very far. He’d moved into an apartment ten minutes away when he came back to Willowbrooke. His reason—he didn’t want to stay in the same house his dad had stayed in. It would probably trigger all his demons. I liked that he was close. Some nights, he’d sleep over at my place, other times I’d sleep over at his. We spent an obscenely large amount of time together now.As I took the elevator up to Dr Hart’s office, I had another one of those ‘visions’ like my mom had called them. Of late they’d become frequent. Not only that, yesterday in the middle of the night, I’d developed an abrupt craving for mint ice cream. I started thinking about someone
“You know your auntie Sarah had the same gift when she was pregnant.” My dad said, after I narrated to them my ordeal with Tom, who had long since left. “That sounds like a vision. Your auntie Sarah had premonitions.” My mom chimed in.“What’s the difference?”“Well premonitions are vague. Yours was very detailed.”“Crazy.”“Oh no, it’s not crazy at all. There’s this theory that we originate from a long line of witches. The kind that were burned in the Salem trials.”“Oh my god.” I had a sudden memory of my grandmother—my father’s mother.“What?” my mom asked.“Do you recall how gamgam would be able to predict the weather more accurately than the forecast guy?”Both my parents agreed in unison, “ oh yeah.”“That was freaky as hell.” My mom shook her head in wonder.“Language mom.” I said, feigning seriousness.“And I remember how she knew every herb, every concoction that would heal almost any ailment. I once asked her how she knew and she told me she didn’t know how, she just did.”
LYANNA STORMBORNMy alarm clock went off at six a.m. It was Monday morning. God I hated Mondays. I dragged my arm to turn it off. I’d set it immediately after he left me sore last night. My thighs involuntarily clenched at the memory.He’d asked why I was setting the alarm. I’d told him that I w
When we headed back to the reception area, Nurse Carol instructed me to take a seat and went to talk to Dr Hart. When she returned she informed me, “Dr Hart will see you in three hours. Your test results will be ready then.”I nodded.She then asked, “do you want something to put you to sleep, or
“Ms Lyanna stormborn?” The medical receptionist called out. “Here!” I said standing up. “Dr Hart will see you now.” I followed her into the doctor’s office. An elegant elderly woman that appeared to be in her late sixties. I was nervous. This was going to get awkward for me real fast re
LYANNA STORMBORN It first started a year ago, when I was in class teaching the first graders phonics. A sudden wave of dizziness had taken over me, forcing me to sit down and lay my head on my desk. One of the little boys in my class asked me concerned, “Are you okay Ms Stormborn?” “Yes Mi







