Damon stood up from his chair as he rounded the table and approached her. She was giving him a confused smile as he forward his hand towards her. "Dance?" He asked and she giggled.
"I don't know how to," she said and next thing he grabbed her hand and yanked her up. She lost her balance and came crashing on his chest as his arms snaked around her waist. She looked up at him and he looked down grinning at her.
"Come on, baby." He mused and walked her with him to the clearing.
He placed both of her hands on his chest as he grabbed her waist and started to move slowly to the rhythm.
"Just like that, follow my lead," he mused near her ear and swayed with the music. She understood the assignment within seconds and soon Damon was twirling her around as she laughed and gigg
Hi, guys. Do check out this amazing book THE SCAR FACE by author AH AMORA. "Where is he?" He asked as he tilted his head and glared down at me. His scar on the eye made him look even more horrifying. I wonder how many scars he has on that face of his which he hides. I was terrified but I tried my best to stay calm and composed because his mere presence makes me want to run away and hide somewhere where he can never find me but I fail to hide and not only did I risk my life but his too. "He...is not w-with me," I said and he raised his right eyebrow where the scar stood proudly. "Really, hazelnut?" He asked as he caressed my cheek with his pointed knife, knocking my soul out for a fraction of a second. *** Hate and Love. Werewolf Novel.
"Want to have some ice cream?" Kayla asked, plopping down on the couch beside Riley. She peeked at her friend before pouting and giving her an enthusiastic nod. Kayla chuckled before she left to get her some.Riley was tense and she was studying hard. Tomorrow she has an exam and she has been studying hard for it, giving her all in. She hasn't seen Damon since morning. He was letting her focus but it feels like whatever she has studied in the past few hours has left her brain.Kayla came back, handing her an ice cream as Riley moaned at the yummy taste of it. She closed her books for a little breather."Relax girl, don't stress yourself, you'll do amazing." Kayla motivated her, earning a thankful smile from Riley after some time Kayla left and Riley again drowned herself in her books.
She gulped as soon as their eyes met. He looked angry and she didn't know why. "Why did you leave from there?" He growled in a low voice and she gaped at him. "Y..you were d..doing that..." she accused, completely flustered.He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. "I was doing what?" He asked calmly but his eyes had a predatory look to them making her gulp."T..that..." she trailed off not knowing what to say. He grabbed her wrist and twirled her around, she yelped when her back collided with the door and he slapped his hand on the door above her head.She breathed in sharply. He was hovering over her like a hungry beast. "What?" He asked in his thick raspy voice which sent her heart into overdrive."You were touching me," she mumbled flushed as she lo
4 years later. "Hush, baby, let mommy sleep," Damon whispered to his five months daughter, Sofia who stared at her father with her big gray eyes that were brimmed with tears which made his heart all mushy. "Let's go," He cooed and tiptoed out of the room with Sofia in his arms. Riley was tired, she didn't get rest properly yesterday because Sofia was sick and now his beautiful wife was sleeping and Sofia started crying. It was early dawn and he tried to put the little Angel back to sleep but she was fully active so he left the room with her so Riley could sleep. He walked into the room beside theirs and chuckled to find his three-year-old son fully awake and sitting in his crib looking around with his big blue eyes. A flash of recognition washed over his face and he let out an excited squeal looking at his father.
Riley My life is anything but a bed of soft, beautiful, red roses. I was born and raised in a poor family. This couldn't be that bad right but no this is far worse. Other kids used to say they love their mother a lot but I couldn't because unfortunately, my mother loved money over me. She used to stay away from home for days when I was just 7 and then eventually when I turned 10, she left me and my father for a rich man. She had no remorse or guilt for leaving me. I was just a child begging for my mother's love which is never written in my fate. Then comes my father who is a disgrace to be called a dad. Right after when my mother left him. He became abusive towards me. He sure was an alcoholic before but he didn't hit me before.
The next morning I didn't feel like going to college but staying at home meant constant insults and beating for no reason. I am already mentally drained and if I stay home, dad will make me physically hurt as well. I hurriedly made breakfast for him. Hoping he would stay sleeping in his room but today was bad luck as dad sauntered down the stairs. From his footsteps, I knew he was angry. My whole body is tense as I pretend to cook. He abruptly turned me around and a harsh slap landed on my face, making me step back with its force as I cupped my cheek which was throbbing with pain. Numbness coursed through my mind as I waited for him to state my mistake. "Why isn't my coffee ready yet?" He spat as I flinched back. He always wakes up late, today he is up early and
"D...dad?" My voice is a shaky mess. I barely called him and this time it got his attention as he turned to me. His eyes paused at the small amount of blood tracing my hands and my shirt. The widening of his eyes had my insides curling in fear as I immediately stood up on my shaky legs. "D...dad... I... someone put the b...bloody knife in my bag. I.. I... swear I... don't know where it c...come from." My whole body was trembling in raw fear as dad sauntered towards me. I was expecting him to confront me and ask me questions but he struck me. Pain shot through my cheek as I tried to stay calm. "I...I didn't do anything." Another strike and this one is harsher than the last one. "I.." I tried to speak.
A groan of pain left my lips before I could even open my eyes, my eyelids felt as if a ton of weight was placed on them. My body, well my body was as if a bulldozer had run over me. I couldn't even move my hands. Wait... I'm alive? I sure can breathe. There was an earthy, musky, very soothing scent around me. I tried to open my eyes and it was a great deal of a job in itself. I opened my eyes with the utmost difficulty, my vision was all blurry as I blinked several times to adjust my sight. There was a sharp pounding headache and my head felt like a mountain that was being crushed. I winced when I tried to move. There was so much pain in my body. I blinked at the ceiling, still drowned in the pain when last
I tried to sleep. I tried. But I just couldn't fall asleep with all the thoughts running through my mind. Was it Levi who put that knife in my bag? Was it him who killed that guy and tried to blame me because I saw him beating that guy just a day before? It was all his plan to frame me but I never expected my father to do such a thing. He knew I couldn't kill anyone yet for the small amount of money he was all too ready to sacrifice me. It was soo stupid of me to leave that dagger with my fingerprints behind, I should've brought it with me, in that way they won't have any proof against me. When I went unconscious I was hundred percent sure that the wolf would eat me. But the Lord sent an angel for me. I thought God hated me but apparently, that wasn't the case. Come to think of it, what was Mr. Damon Black doing there in the firs