LOGINAlaricBlood. Darkness. War. Three things that define me, and so I live to invoke such fear in people, a means of having them crawl back to me."Rule with cruelty, wickedness, and valor, it's the only way to survive," he often says.Father, of course, and so I had to push myself beyond limits, slay as much as he desires just so he'd look at me, just so he accepts me.I deliver death on his behalf because some folks don't deserve life.Anyone who is a bother, meets their ancestors.However, having this little rat in my arms and how clingy she was in the early hours piques me.From the first day we met, she's been my frustration. Isn't she scared? She has never bowed to me, always tried her stupid, useless fight that turned me on.I should have killed this pathetic girl who appeared in front of me, almost dying from the poisonous snap of the fraea.But no, she's just another laboratory rat who will run wild and lose her sanity eventually.She'd end up killing herself, like the others.
Harry's POV"You...you shouldn't be irresponsible, you're not alone in the house.""I was, but now, you're here," I said, tracing her gaze and leaning my face to hers so that I could feel her breath hovering over my face.I was burning, her body this close was fire, and sweat beads on her. She looks like she's trying to keep her hormones in check.She let out a smirk, and at that moment, when we got to stare with our emotions losing control and just wanting to kiss, I almost did, bending my head slightly to reach those lips, but then she pulled away and scoffed.Maybe I'm just hallucinating. She's just a free person who wouldn't fall.I gnashed my teeth as she wasn't looking at me again but had snatched the mop from me.My fists were folded as I cleared my throat. Even the charged atmosphere had dropped into something cold and cruel, and I was the one feeling all nervous now."Why are you here?" I asked because we both felt jittery, or she did more, as it felt like it would drop from
Chapter Title- Where Is The Treasure DON MATEOHer body arched, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Mm,” she moaned deeply.I flicked my tongue over her nipple, sucking harder while maintaining eye contact with her. She looked down, biting her lip, her face flushed deeply. I lifted my hand and squeezed her breast, but at that moment, my phone buzzed and a cold expression settled on my face.Her eyes shifted toward the sound of the ringing phone. “S-someone’s calling.”“I know,” I mumbled against her skin, her nipple still in my mouth.The phone rang for a while before stopping, but only a second later, it started ringing again.I released her nipple and climbed off the bed, walking toward where my clothes were scattered. I picked up my shirt and pulled the phone out from the pocket.The screen lit up, revealing an incoming call from Luther. My expression darkened immediately as I swiped the answer button.“What’s the problem, Luther?” I whispered while walking toward the door.He breat
Austin's POVIf only she'd look at me again, with trust, and those eyes that sparkle when she looks at me.It gives me a kind of longing. However, she just doesn't understand a thing and keeps blaming me.I don't mind if she gets mad at me all the time, but one thing is certain, I'd take her with me."Friends," Damien suddenly repeated as the word sounded strange to him and yet again, his voice left me drifting away from my memories and back to him."Yes," I guaranteed, looking at him with dreamy eyes as I heaved a sigh. He let out a side smile and then nodded."At least I'm not alone, I have you, my women and my Luna," he said with so much pride and emotion in his tone now.I also offered a faint smile that didn't cross my throat as we were staring at each other now."Are you going to betray me... eventually?" he asked, and he was so ridiculous.Who exposes to their prey that they'd betray them?"What's wrong?" I
Austin's POVHe's the definition of a joker and I can see why he's taking it so literally.I doubt if he can even shoot a gun properly.He'd never even be close to the serial killer I envisioned.All he thinks about is stupid fame for his mediocrity.I scoffed as the coffee had burnt my tongue and that's just so creepy of him.I doubt if he had plans, and couldn't even face a foe if I was not there.Everyone could agree that he needed me to survive.I smirked as his eyes gleamed with mischief.We never talk about anything political except his women or the rebels.He has no ambition for politics and I guess he was the only option left in line to the throne.Besides, the gammas think they could use him as a puppet but somehow, he's difficult to penetrate.Damien is dynamic and even if others are blinded by his childish and unserious actions, I don't want to be, he's hiding something."Damien, can you just stop that?" I requested, getting irritated by the hand placement he used to descri
Rosie's POVMy eyes lowered at them both as they chuckled. My body was still feeble but when I woke up, he was the first I wanted to see.However, I came rather late or I shouldn't have come. I could see them, through the narrow opening of the door.He likes her and I'm just the third wheel. I rolled over, leaning on the wall, and closed my eyes briefly.I should leave but I don't want to, not when I'm the reason he's bleeding from his chest.If I stay here, I might keep hurting him with my transformation. Sadly, I turned my back and began to walk away.However, I paused when the door suddenly blasted open. My shoulders jumped to my ears as I slowly turned around in fear.There he was, panting softly, and my eyes first met his injury. He was leaning against the door, like a statue, observing me and acting all flirty as always."Running away from your crimes?"I couldn't say a word as my eyes had turned red, I tried my be
Rosie's POVHe always wins and I'm left with no choice but to come along.The scent of the shampoo and styling products perfumed the bustling hair salon.I sat cocooned in a swivel chair, my head tilted back in surrender as a skilled stylist wove her magic on my dark.The mirror reflects my image a
Amelia's POV.The ride to the hospital felt longer than it should have been. Marcus drove in silence, his eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror like he was checking for threats that didn't exist.I pressed my fingers against the window, watching the city blur past. My chest felt tight w
Rosie’s POV“Rosie, do you really have to leave?” My father asked as he stood at the corner of my room watching me pack my things. “We could find some other solutions here.”“Yes, my dear… please listen to your father. We can work harder and make a good living for the baby. You don’t have to run li
Amelia's POV.The ride to the hospital felt longer than it should have been. Marcus drove in silence, his eyes occasionally flicking to the rearview mirror like he was checking for threats that didn't exist.I pressed my fingers against the window, watching the city blur past. My chest felt tight w







