Beatrice Stevens grew up among werewolves, but she isn't one of them. Longing to belong and be like everyone else, Bea is given the opportunity she wishes for at the cost of her life. What will she choose? ~~~~~~~Excerpt from The Ice Princess~~~~~ - "What you fought today was just a minion, a mere pawn. The root of the problem hides within the shadows. Here, take this." Omar takes out a white paper from the inside pocket of his jacket. "The number on that paper can give you all the answers you seek, including how to help your friend, but it comes with a great cost." -"What's the cost?" I ask him, my troubled heart picking up the pace. -"A life, for a life." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
View More"STOP following me Blake, go home." Naiinis na turan niya.
"Sabay tayong uuwi," anito.
Umikot ang mga mata niya sa inis at hinayaan ito. Tulak niya pa rin ang isang cart nang huminto siya sa stall ng mga junk foods. Kumuha siya ng ilang pirasong paborito niyang junks at inilagay sa cart.
"You're not allowed to eat junk foods. May ulcer ka," anito at akmang kukunin ang mga inilagay niyang kutkutin nang tingnan niya ito ng masama.
Humalukipkip siya. "Hindi ka rin naman allowed para pakielaman ako sa gusto kong kainin," mataray niyang sagot.
Tumaas ang isang kilay ng binata at may lokong ngiti itong lumapit sa kanya. Pumuwesto ito sa likuran niya.
"And so you're not allowed to protest when I am about to eat you later?" mahinang anas nito.
Naramdaman niya ang init ng hininga nito na dumikit sa batok niya. Damn this man for making her knees weak!
Kahit na anong iwas niya ay ito ang sige ang lapit. Paano nga naman siya makakaiwas dito? Wala na siyang kawala dito simula nang mangyari ang gabing iyon sa kanila.
Tumikhim siya, nanginginig sa kaba na tinulak niya ang cart at mabilis na naglakad upang makalayo dito.
Mabilis siya nitong nasundan sa counter. Kahit ramdam niya ang presensiya nito ay ipinagsawalang bahala nalamang niya at mas itinuon ang pansin sa mga pagkain, toiletris na babayaran na niya.
Tahimik lang din ang binata sa tabi niya at kahit hindi ito magsalita ay nakikita niya sa gilid ng kanyang mga mata na nakatingin ito sa kanya at sa ginagawa niya.
Nang mabayaran ang mga napamili ay akma niyang bubuhatin ang tatlong plastic groceries na agad naman iyong kinuha nito. Nakangiti itong bahagyang itinaas ang tatlong plastic na hawak na nito, natulala pa siya sandali dahil natitigan niya ang katawan nito na sigurado siyang batak na batak sa gym dahil sa laki nito.
Blake is hot! His masculine body is a torture and inviting her. Lalo na ang mga braso nito na pumuputok ang muscles, wala nga talaga yatang pinagkakaabalahan ito kundi ang araw-araw lamang na mag-gym.
"Ako na ang maglalagay sa compartment," dederetso na ito ng lakad papunta sa kotse nito-A BMW X1 nang pigilan niya.
"Kaya kong mag-isa."
"I am doing this for you Pen. I am doing this effort just for you," He smiled at her.
"Wala akong pakielam sa effort na gusto mong ibigay," sagot niya.
He saw Blake clenched his jaw. The smile on his face is gone and eyes turned cold and dark.
Narinig niya ang pagmumura nito bago siya talikuran, hindi ito nakinig sa kanya at dumiretso sa sasakyan nito.
Inilagay nito sa compartment ang mga pinamili niya. Naka-tanaw lamang siya sa binata at sa ginagawa nito, nang tingnan siya ay madilim ang mukha nito na lumapit sa kanya at basta na lamang siyang hinila papalit sa sasakyan nito at pilit na pinapasok ng upo sa passenger seat doon.
"Blake ano ba!" aniya sa binata nang makapasok naman ito ng upo sa driver seat.
"Still Gray, Penelope?" mariin na wika nito, madilim pa rin ang anyo nito na sinulyapan siya.
"A-ano naman sayo kung si G-Gray pa rin ang m-mahal ko," utal na matapang niyang sagot.
Ngumisi ito at mabilis na hinablot ang kanyang buhok papalapit dito at basta na lamang siyang marahas na hinalikan sa kanyang labi.
She protested, but Blake's arms are stronger considering the fact that he is also grabbing her head and pushing his lips against hers.
Hingal na tinitigan siya ng binata ng humiwalay ito ng halik sa kanya.
"I am not a stranger anymore who's fantasizing about you whenever I think about you, whenever I crave for you," he said she cannot see sadness in her eyes but anger. "I am now your man who took you that night. I am now your husband who took the responsibility for that one night we lusted out of each other so face the consequences my wife."
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