"You can't be serious!" "I can assure you I am.""Then take me with you!""No!"Clipped. Short. Where the hell was he going? I followed after him as he walked inside the closet. Once again, he ignored my presence. I scowled as he dressed in a plain white shirt that looked heavenly on him and the same trousers he was previously wearing. He was the epitome of beauty and danger. Fuck! Why am I thinking all this?"Please," I tried again but like always he buttoned his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. I crossed my arms over my chest before glaring at him."I promise I won't bother you," I whined like a child. I needed to know where he was going? After meeting with my parents, Michael entered the room. He said something in his ears and Lucifer went with him and after like two hours he was back and suddenly he ordered me to stay inside the castle. It wasn't like I was going somewhere?"At least tell me, where are you going?" Th
"Such a captivating little thing you are,"My heart threatened to escaped my rib cage as I looked into his green eyes. The fear I was feeling was beyond words. I couldn't understand what had I gotten myself into? His soulless eyes stared down at me and I wished that I had never asked Angelina to took me here. Then suddenly the voice whispered in my head.He killed Falcon.And that was enough for my fear to convert into anger and pain and before I could stop myself, my hand collided with his cheek. And the burn I felt told me how hard I hit him. "YOU MONSTER!" I intended to hit him again before an arm was wrapped around my waist and I was pulled into very familiar body. "I think I deserved it," Draven muttered before rubbing his sore cheek and looked down at me. What a shameless creature he was?Lucifer's arms tightened as he turned me around and looked mercilessly down at me. And that's when I realised, I had fucked up."I-I can expla-""I
Another punch landed on his face as he landed on the sharp edge of the wooden stake. An agonizing scream ripped through his chest as he immediately pulled the sharp piece out of his chest. But before he could stand another kick sent him flying onto the ground."Is this all you got, huh?" Michael grinned as he flexed his arms and cracked his knuckles before he rotated his neck to get rid of strain.Draven smirked as he spits blood out of his mouth while he pressed onto his bloody chest."Still revolving around Lucifer's pinky finger, I see," this was enough for Michael to land another sharp blow to his jaw as the crack of his bone filled the serenity of the forest. "It's no longer about him," Michael pulled his sword out of its shield as he raised it above his head. "It's about you...killing my friend.."Michale snarled at Draven. Draven shrugged his shoulders, smiled and slowly brought his hand behind his back, and immediately blew out a white powdery
Nothing.The shock was too great; my mind was running wild, my thoughts were scattered all over the place, my emotions were undescribable and yet I felt nothing.My mind processed her words, but my heart, my heart was in it's own dilemma. But then again I felt warm and soft inside. I wanted to cling onto that feeling but then reality knocked harshly on the door.I was going to die."I-I don't-" "Oh come on! Don't tell me you didn't knew, don't give me that look Draven," I watched as she threw her hands in air and groaned in frustration, but again I shut her out. I wanted to endure this feeling, this motherly feeling....for the last time. "She's pregnant and I can very well hear the heartbeats, then why can't you!" Heartbeats?Like magnet my eyes immediately rushed towards him and for the very first time sentiments, emotions reflected into his blue eyes. Those blue eyes, without any idea, I was falling for them, I wanted to see my shadow reflec
This will be the official part from where the second book starts. At first, Sarah is dead and this book starts from where she died with some past incidents.Please enjoy and do leave comments. I love reading them.The LATE 1600sBloody footprints descended behind Alatar as he ran as fast as he could down the dark, enchanted forests of Zhoutis. The blares of alarms rang in his ears as he tried not to cry thinking about what happened a few hours ago. He could still hear the screams of thousands of men, women, and children of his village as sorrows washed over him sweeping him into a dark abyss.He, moreover, knew it was by the grace of God that he was still alive though his left leg was badly injured. But injured leg wasn't his fear. The angry werewolves chasing him down were his biggest fear.He thought when he'd made a wrong deal with the wrong beings and stumbled across the wrong group of people. And ended up having his whole residence and village burned down to ashes that would haun
"Are you sure?""It has her scent..."Sitting on Sarah's bed, Lucifer grabbed the sheets and brought them to his nose before inhaling deeply. Somehow Sarah's intoxicating addictive scent managed to both warm his heart and squeezed it into nothing. His heart constricted in his chest as he felt strange yet familiar emotions raining over his barren heart. He let out a frustrated growl as he gripped the sheets tightly in his hands. He looked up at Draven standing by the window in her bedroom, staring outside. "How did we not notice?" Draven muttered with his voice calm.Lucifer looked carefully at Draven noticing a sorrowful look in his eyes. Lucifer was familiar with this look, he was suffering from this ineliminable sentiment."How would we? We were too engrossed in loving her, saving her from nothing. She played us like fools, turning our strength into weakness, making us stand against each other." Lucifer knew what Draven was talking about and he would be damned not to get what he wa
Damon casually walked down the streets of Sant Martin as thoughts of his sister seemed to invade his mind. With a deep breath, he drifted back to the conversation he had with Draven, about Victoria, about her missing self. Damon still didn't seem to understand why she flew away, for God's sake, she was pregnant. He couldn't do anything but worry about how she would be? After one month of Sarah's death, she vanished like she never existed.Sarah's death.Damon didn't feel sympathy or empathy for her death, she was no one to him. He never knew her. Despite having a beautiful face and dying for their body, she was no one important to him. But he was feeling slovenly dejected for some known reasons.Elijah.He was missing his brother, who never stayed long enough to nurture a bond between siblings. Damon thought back to a time when they were kids, away from the cruelty of this world, they all used to share strong bonds but because of their villainous father, they lost each other. Draven be
'I was addicted to a losing game'****There's hardly anything quite as blissful as an amble by the seashore. It's like strolling through an airy womb of sky and sound. The sea was a cerulean-blue gown and the beach seems dipped in earthshine gold. The waves in the distance were like white creases on a vast bale of velvet and the lolling of the yachts was both rhythmic and mesmerizing.It was not often you get to see a sunrise-gold beach. That was our privilege as we gazed out at the slothful sea. Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace in its jade-green gown. It felt like we were walking on a carpet of candy floss, such as its softness. The golden sand swept around in a scythe of beach, hemmed in by towering dunes.The horizon seemed to be stitched with a silver line. The seagulls were squawking over our heads and squabbling for morsels from the hotel kitchen. As the sun-scorched, our bodies to a crisp, a funfair of barbecued aromas drifted towards us. The saline tang of the sea mi