Damon's knuckles that had been littered with bruises due to the hard punches he had delivered, were now fully healed but blood still sticked to Damon like a second skin, almost completely changing the colour of his shirt to red. The funny thing was, none of that blood was his own...not even a single drop. Everything belonged to that giraffe-looking twat that laid his filthy hands on what wasn't his and even dared to challenge him for a fight that he knew he couldn't win.Such brazenness had never met his eyes in years. He deserved all that he got and more, much more. How dare he?! If it weren't for the alliance that they had forged a few weeks ago, he would've broken every single bone in his body and ripped through all his flesh until all he could see was blood wholly covering him.Damon was angry. The horrid thoughts he was having, the grim look on his face and the violent rising of his veins made that very clear. Even though he had stowed away for a few hours aft

"Sarah!" Damon shouted at the top of his lungs, his feet stomping across the room and over to Sarah who was sitting on their bed, her nails stuffed into her mouth meanwhile a smile slowly blossomed on her lips. He had just came back from searching all the rooms on the premises and yet he still couldn't find what he had been searching for all this time...his favourite black shirt. It was always placed at the front of his closet where he could always see and find it, but for some odd reason, it was now nowhere to be seen.And seeing as there's only one person living in this house besides himself, he was more than positive that she was the culprit."Where did you hide it?" Damon asked in annoyance, his hand reaching out and plucking her finger out of her mouth to grab her utmost attention. "You seriously think I'd hide your shirt? I really don't have it, I swear." She held her hands up in surrender as she denied his accusations, yet the guilty look on her fa

Damon's tongue plunged through her parted lips and intruded upon her grounds, searching, exploring, wandering everywhere it could. Sarah's own tongue followed the lead of its master, twisting and twirling around his as moans of pleasure descended from her lips. His expertise in this particular area was astounding...and as such, his tongue down her throat could be nothing else but pleasuring.She ceased the opportunity to push her hips closer to his, feeling his mighty erection pushing up against her front. Damon groaned deep in his throat, his hand that was digging into her hips slipped down to her ass, grabbing her flesh into his palm and kneading it as much as he wanted. His lips released her own while his tongue ceased its assault on her mouth. He brought his gaze to hers then licked her cheek with his warm tongue as his right hand descended lower than her ass, slithering down until it was underneath her dress and riding straight up towards her awaiting core.Sa

Sarah's heart sped up and the thoughts circulating around in her head pulled to a stop. Her blue eyes encircled her face then pulled to a stop on another blue pair of eyes. Everything stopped and the world was suddenly centred around the woman called 'Katie'. Even the sound of wolves howling outside was drowned out into nothingness. Sarah could tell, she could feel it, she could see it. The resentful look in her eyes, the slightly scornful pull of her lips and the aura of superiority that sparked in both the way she dressed and her straight-shouldered posture. This woman would be nothing but trouble.There was no doubt that Katie didn't like her one bit. And similarly, there was no doubt that Sarah felt the exact same way. As she stared at the woman before her, one sole thought flashed through her mind over and over: 'slam the door shut!' That wasn't exactly what Sarah would usually think of, but the pool of emotions that swam through her was enough to even boost her to pull

"Human, I need clothes!" A female voice echoed from the guest room then down the stairs and into Sarah's ears. Sarah balled her fingers into a fist and twisted her body around. Her glaring eyes first roamed towards the man who was sitting on the couch in a daze, then redirected up the stairs in the direction that Katie resided.Ever since Katie started staying here, she has forever been tormenting her. Go get that, go do that...it was as if she was her personal secretary or rather, her personal slave. And frankly, Sarah was sick and tired of her so much that she wished Damon had kicked her out...despite her calamity.And the same goes for Damon Kalesto. If she could kick him out then she would. He was irritating, frustrating...and any other annoying thing you could think of. As of the moment she started living here, he has not been himself. He doesn't talk much and he barely even eats. The only thing he does is stare out of nowhere like a madman. And whenever Sarah