"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
"Is this it?" I snatched my wrist out of Kasan's hold as we halted in front of some sort of basement, an air of awkward displeasure drifting between our bodies. The creaking door was left wide open and when I took a wary look inside, I was greeted by nothing but darkness. The only thing I could make out was the top of the stairs which was illuminated by a beam of light coming from outdoors, other than that, everything was submerged. "Yes." He hummed.Following his confirmation, in a matter of seconds, I could feel my mustered courage begin to deplete, but I stood my ground despite the severity. I'm Clara Henry; the number one bitch in town and the most feared and tyrannical gangster among my father's men. What Kasan saw back there was simply a typical reaction to a bullet I didn't even see coming. The way I am now, Lucas can no longer scare me...This is my chance to make sure both him and Kasan knows exactly that. "If you dont want to--" "No!" I quickly obstructed his path with an
The sweet, melodic sound of the piano was resounding through the whole house and I hummed along quietly as I sat beside the bed, picking at the food that Nate had brought me not too long ago. I had been staying cooped up in this very room for over three days. My bum was aching and I wasn't really surprised considering the fact that I had been in this same sitting position for three straight hours. And despite that, I haven't even ate half of the food. I don't want to eat, but I'm pretty sure Kasan would create a fuss over it if I leave the plate untouched. He's become so fucking dramatic and overbearing ever since I asked him to release Lucas.He obviously didn't want to do it, and I didn't think he would, but these past three days, I've personally heard his voice coming from the living room every once in a while. That's one of the reasons why I don't want to go out. It's all too overwhelming. Besides, I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I got anxious in front of al
"I forgot to mention this but.... for us...there is a 'no break up' rule." Kasan's soft whisper sent his hot breaths mingling with my skin while his lush lips embraced my earlobe, teeth grazing me ever so slightly. Two fingers had now breached into my crack, curling and pummeling into my hole as if there was no tomorrow. A bit of pain emerged along with pleasure that knew no bounds and whilst I tried to hold in my moans, Kasan loomed over me, his eyes staring me down in a manner that willed me to let it all out. He looked beyond sexy...."C-Can you--" a trail of sweat trickled down my forehead as I hunted for well-needed air, "Can you just...put it in!?"He blatantly ignored me. "It'll be you and me til your teeth falls out, every strand of your hair turns grey, and every inch of your skin is shriveled. In other words, you're stuck with me til your very last breath...What do you say, Clara? Happy?"Just then, as if on purpose, the tips of his fingers happened to graze a certain spot