Is this too fast? I don't want this story to be as slow as my first book since alot of readers didn't like the slowness. But still, I think this is a bit too fast...is it? Is the chapter good? Yay or Nay???
"Princess?" Kasan rounded the corner and waltzed over the moment he spotted me by the kitchen counter, burying his large hands into my hips as he smiled cheekily. He's been smiling at me and sending me sweet glances all evening ever since our 'talk'. A moment ago, I came down to the kitchen for a little ten minute breather but even that I couldn't get. It has merely been two minutes and he's already on my tail. Atleast let me get my shit together! I mean, I just said the most stupidest of things in my whole entire life! Let's date? LET'S DATE?!What the hell got over me?!I scowled, grabbing the clear glass from the counter then bringing it to my lips, gulping down half of the homemade lemonade. As much as I'm glad I got a few things off my chest, I must say that I regret telling him anything regarding my feelings. Why the hell did I let such stupid words leave my lips? He's become so annoyingly clingy!...worse than before. It's not like I told him I LOVED him. I just said I might --
"So....you brought me to a bar for a date?" I reclined in the metal chair and frowned, my index finger drawing circles in the liquor Kasan had just gotten me. I originally thought that we were heading to a fancy restaurant or maybe even a simple tour somewhere...but not a fucking bar! Who brings their date to a bar? And not just any bar, but one filled with dozens of sweaty, stinky thugs! Just because my family is filled with people of these sorts, doesn't mean that I want my whole life centered around them! Any-fucking-where would've been ten times better than this! "I own this place." He chirped, pealing the serious expression off his face and sitting down with his million dollar smile now in place. He seemed to give others the cold shoulder, hence I'm not sure why he's been sooo...well...not 'nice', but lenient with me from the very first day we met. He did hurt my father and forced me into a position I didn't want to be in, but he has never hurt me nor has he ever threatened me
The whole place was silent, so silent that even my ears began to hurt like hell. What's with the silence? Don't tell me that he's suddenly become speechless after chatting away with Gus like there's no tomorrow back there? "Well...." Kasan finally mumbled after a veryyy long while, inching his chair closer to mine as he steadily watched my expression distort into a glare. "You're looking sexy." He leaned over and breached into my personal space, running the tiny tip of his nose over my bare neck. His breathe lapped at my skin whilst his nostrils sucked my scent in. Is this his pathetic way of lightening the mood? "Thanks for finally noticing." With bitterness lacing every word, I scowled, pushing my upper body the farthest away from him as I could. "Can we leave? I wanna go. This place and you are annoying." "This is our first time out together. We can't end our date so soon." He continued to move closer, tickling my skin with his both his constant breathing and the unkempt hair
"I won't stop until 'he' acknowledges that I'm better than he will ever be. I will show him that even a monster...can still be human." His eyes met mine as soon as he spat his words and I gulped. His appearance all together held nothing but malice, hatred and pain. This kind of behaviour was both astounding and unsettling. I've never seen him show so many emotions all at once...And more importantly, I've never seen him look so dark and devilish. It makes me wonder...who is this man he keeps talking about? His father? Or is it someone else? "Why would any idiot think you're a monster? Killing your enemies and acting all cold-blooded and dominant is a huge part of this mob thing, right? It's not like you have two pointy horns and sharp teeth." I forced a laugh despite the fact that his aura made the whole place seem extremely gloomy. He shook his head. "There are times when I kill because I have to and other times....I kill because I want to. There's a clear difference..." He pulled
Kasan's POV: (yay! finally!)"Before we brought him here, the doctor confirmed that he lost his memories....and it might actually be permanent." For the umpteenth time, I remembered the words Kenley said to me just after Clara blacked out. I don't know why he felt the need to notify me at that moment, but I suppose it was all too obvious that she had fainted solely from seeing Lucas's face.Her body quivered, her lips wobbled and her face had paled. That could only mean that he had done something drastic... But what...?...he lost his memories? Ha!Unfortunately for him, that fact changes absolutely nothing...nothing at all. Tilting my head back a bit, my callous fingers tightened around the bloody baton I was holding while the other hand dug deeper into Lucas's hair, nails piercing through his flesh. Blood ran along his scalp then slipped down his forehead, spiraling over his already bruised face. How dare he lose his memories? How da--"Kas-Alpha?!" Nate came busting through the
Kasan's POV: (Next chapter will be Clara's) "You didn't come here to simply inquire about such things, did you? If it is that you've been exposed then I hope you know that I don't take refugees. I suggest you leave while you're still breathing. I'm not in the best of moods." "T-That's not it. I j-just... It seems like s-something happened, father has even requested that you meet him someplace other than the usual rendezvous spot. He's either been exposed or t-they---" she gulped, face going pale. "--or they could've a-already killed him. S-Since he's the only one who has any chance of figuring out who this 'nightwalker' is, I was h-hoping you'd send a few of yo--" "No." I cut her off before she could venture further and with a sigh, I stood from my seat and folded my arms, the baton swaying by my side. Her wide eyes drifted down towards it and I saw her shift closer to the edge of the couch. There's no point in continuing this. I have no time for such trifling conversations. Stepp
Clara's POV:As soon as I woke up....everywhere began to itch.But the more I scratched, the more I felt as if the problem lied beneath my skin rather than ontop. I was immensely frustrated that I could do nothing to stop the irking sensation no matter how much I tried. And in the same way, I relentlessly tried everything to rid myself of my past, but no matter how hard I tried, it always comes surging right back at me. And now, I'm left with that same feeling... frustration and torment. There were thousands of unanswered questions on my mind. Things like: 'How is he here? Why is he with them? How long has he been out of the hospital?'I knew not the answers to any, but I wanted to. I wanted to know everything.A few years ago when one of my relatives had said they coincidentally saw him on his death bed at a nearby hospital, I felt both relieved and scared. I didn't know how he ended up in that position, but I only found the courage to visit him months after I heard, but as soon
Prominent rock-hard jaw bones...Steely ebony eyes...Flaring nostrils...Pursed lips...Deadly aura...And lastly, eerie silence... His eyes were relentlessly transfixed on my perplexed form and as seconds passed, I could almost feel his gaze dig into me like sharp knives. It had been a while since I last saw him with an expression half as overwhelming as this one... but I know for sure that this is wayyy worse than I'd ever seen. Frankly, that stare alone told me that I might've said a bit too much. And maybe I also acted out of character ALOT. Simply put...I overreacted and mindlessly showcased my scars for his eyes to see. But oddly, despite being ashamed, it didn't feel half as bad as when my dad caught me crying in the backyard when I was a child. And neither did it feel as bad as when mom saw me playing with a Barbie doll instead of loading guns.With Kasan, everything hits so irritatingly different. "You're right." His sharp words drew my attention back to his glacial eyes