DamianThe stretch of my lips felt so plastic that it felt more like a grimace, and even Greyson could detect it as his grin widened. The word 'pet' grated my skin like a jagged stone. Greyson and I were turned on the same moonlit night. High Queen was the one who took it upon herself to execute the Change. Since then, centuries have passed, seasons have come and gone, and I have managed to remain in the High Council's good graces, steadily rising in rank and maintaining my position as one of the esteemed Royals of the court. With fame comes envy, and I wasn't ignorant about it. A few vampire leaders did not back down from leering at me and taunting me in open while many spoke about me behind my back. Unfortunately, my blood brother surpassed them all. Being given the position of an Elite instead of a Royal irked him to no end. "Won't you give me permission to at least bid farewell to my better-half?" I implored, the pretentious genial grin plaster

Damian"I am aware," I admitted at length. I knew the consequences of a vampire marrying a human. I knew it well, more than anyone else. The old wounds that I had buried deep along with my past life writhed and roiled as if wanting an opening, to flood my dead brain and make me relieve those days, the days that had taken years to forget. That was another reason why I felt more baffled and perplexed. I should stay away from humans, treat them as a source of food and pleasure yet I went ahead and married a human against my better judgement. My fists clenched as I felt unbidden anger on myself. High Queen must have gauged my inner turmoil. She let out a heavy sigh, "You must annul the matrimony, Damian". Despite knowing the inevitable, my eyes snapped up, locking with her blue-grey ones. She jutted her chin as her gaze bore into mine, challenging me silently - to defy, to protest. I averted my eyes quickly, lowering my gaze once again I muttered, "W

MyraI stared at him, unblinking as the news or rather his decision settled in like a heavyweight, suffocating me. He was giving me an out. He was ending this...this farce. But why couldn't I be elated? Why did I feel as if the ground beneath me had suddenly been wrenched away and I was about to fall headfirst into a chasm? Damian's eyes bored into mine, his gaze sharp and observant. He stocked towards me, his steps confident and predatory and soon I was tilting my head to look at him. He loomed over me. All the while I did not move, did not speak because words felt too complicated and my emotions were in a tangled confusion. His hand came up, hovering slightly as if reluctant to touch before gently caressing my cheek, "Say something". The gentleness in his tone rivalled the topic. My gaze sought out his, searching for an answer but not coming up with any. Maybe I had become useless for him as well. Yet there was something there, som

Myra I had been lonely before. Alone when Harmony went to work leaving me to finish the housework. Alone when father left and did come back home for days. Alone when even after getting married my husband never stayed in the same room with me, frolicking and going Heaven knows where. But never had that loneliness felt so oppressing. So suffocating. The food tasted bland. I idly stirred the broth. When it turned inedible I just threw it away. At the back of mind, I felt bad for wasting food but I could hardly eat anything. After washing the cutlery I blew out the candle and went to the bedroom. I shivered as I lay down, the sheets were crisp and fresh but since it had been unoccupied, the sheets had become cold.Sleep evaded me. Thousands of thoughts swirled in my mind, curling viciously around my heart and leaving me breathless. I tried to quiet my thoughts, silence my restless mind and maybe eventually I succeeded as I felt my eyelid

Myra The next day came a little tardily. I slept fitfully last night, whether it was because I was excited to meet Marie or whether it was because she had been kind enough to talk to me first was unclear. Maybe both. I got up as soon as the birds started chirping and dawn was creeping in, the sun spilling reddish hues across the horizon. I did whatever little work I had. I piled up my meagre clothes in a basket to take it for washing. The cottage was provided with its own well. I don't know whether I should be thanking my estranged husband for this or not.The chill in the morning air nipped my skin as I stepped out. I shivered as it caressed my face. I quickly drew water, keeping the basket of clothes aside and took the bucket inside to fill in the empty ones. Then I finished washing the clothes and hanging them outside even though I knew that it wouldn't be quite dry since the dew would stick to it but who cared? Today I will be taking a trip t