Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)When Alessandro and I made it back inside of the house, we immediately made our way to my bedroom. As I laid him down on the bed to rest, as he was in a bit of pain, I made my way into my parents’ room to fetch some clothes for him.My father was a small man and in comparison, to Alessandro, he was tiny. However, I do recall my father owning a few shirts that I bought for him when I was younger. Little me may have overestimated how much of a giant my father really was not because the shirt was about three times his size. I dove into their dresser, making sure to steer clear of the underwear drawer and I searched for the shirt.Conveniently, my mother also kept brand new boxers in the closet for my father because he had a tendency to tear his clothes regularly. I would not even know how and why that occurred and I do not think I want to know either.I found the pack of boxers and the shirts, and I returned t

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)“Wow, my hair feels so soft and fluffy. Come feel it. Feel it!” Alessandro said excitedly for like the fifth time as he grabs my hand and pulls it so that he can place it on his head.I rolled my eyes again and glared at him.“Yes! I know your hair is soft, I was the one to wash it.” I snapped at him, and he looked at me and pouted.“You yelled at me.” He said in a baby voice.He looks so adorable.“And I will do it again, now behave.” I retorted and laid down on the bed.We had just gotten out of the shower and were both in our robes. I am completely nude under my robe, whereas Alessandro was forced to put on a pair of boxers because his junk kept randomly getting hard and poking through the opening of the robe. He claimed that it kept happening only because he felt happy and this is the only time, in years that he ever felt like this. His excu

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)I was in a dark room, but I felt like I was not alone. The room was pitched black so I could not see anything through the darkness that consumed me, but I felt the presence of something…or someone behind me. I closed my eyes for a second to regain control of my nerves. My anxiety increased overwhelmingly, and I felt myself shaking. I figured that I should try to get out of the room, but for some reason my feet felt heavy. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps behind me followed by heavy breathing. I tried to run but I could not. It is like I had forgotten how to move my body. Suddenly a hand grabs me and yanks my body to the floor. As I was falling onto the floor, I closed my eyes as I anticipated the impact. My free hand was flailing and grasping at air because I was desperately trying to find something to grasp onto to brace my fall. Unfortunately, there was nothing to hold onto. I felt my body falling

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)Alessandro and I were on our way to the office now. We were in separate cars of course because Alessandro plans to go back home after work and I do not think I would be going back home either way. I did not tell Alessandro this, but after that dream last night, I had decided that maybe it is time that I start training so that I could learn to defend myself better. I cannot carry on depending on Alessandro to always come by in time to save me when I am in distress.I have all of these powers, that people are literally dying for, and I do not use them. That is the epitome of wasting my talents. So, after work today, I thought I could drop by Alveric’s place and see if he would be willing to teach me a thing or two. I meant he did tell me that I would be allowed to stop by so that he can train me himself. He said that there are few things that he is aware of which enables him to train me and that is why my parents sent me t

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)I had just gotten to Alveric’s place. I could lie and tell myself that I was okay, but I was not. I felt nervous and scared about the idea of training and becoming stronger. I barely knew much about my own identity. I am scared that if I learned more about using my powers, I would discover things about myself that I would wish to never know. Meanwhile, I do want to know about my background. Like where I came from, why I have all of these powers, how is it possible for me this powerful and why everyone is after me. Yes, I may be powerful but now I question every relationship that I make with someone because I could never tell whether it is genuine or if it only exists because of a personal gain.Even with Alessandro. I am always on edge and at moments when I find myself trying to open up to him, I shu