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The half-naked man in the moonlight.

Clea McEnery was thinking. She wasn’t supposed to be, considering what was happening. But she was. Instead of thriving on the sensation of Irus’ hands caressing her breasts, her mind was working on how best she could break to him that she knew. She knew what he had done to them, to their relationship. He snatched off her bra and kissed the space between her collarbone and neck, and it was with restraint that she didn’t make a disgusted sound. Doing this was coming off so easily to him, as usual. So easily that he didn’t even notice she wasn’t responding. Well, he had always been a self-centred asshole, he was just also good at acting like he wasn’t. Now, it was all Clea could see. How do you pay your girlfriend a visit and move right into making-out, claiming you’ve missed her so much, and in all of that, fail to notice she hasn’t smiled at you for once in all the time you’ve arrived…? It was clear all he cared about at that moment was getting laid. No, he hadn’t missed her. So, no

The intriguing, hot, and hot man.

It was dripping blood, the dagger. That was all that registered in Clea’s mind. She brought out her gun, set it, and pointed it at him, targetting his forehead. “Drop your weapon.”He stared at her blankly at first, confusion in his eyes. Then he dropped his weapon, dropped on his knees and raised his arms. The act threw Clea off; she hadn’t been expecting compliance. She tightened her hold around Jo and walked slowly towards him. Behind him lay a fallen, bleeding Kangaroo. Clea winced, removing her gaze. Then she directed it back at the man, glaring.“You killed it!”She had bashed her car to avoid it getting hurt, only for this guy to attack it. “Yes,” he responded. His voice was mellow, and she could see he didn’t know what he did wrong. “Why?!”“To eat.”In the following minute, she did nothing but glare at him. She had a lot to vent, but she quickly understood this wasn’t the right time, place or person. “Stay where you are,” she told him and walked back to her car. She re

The thing from the backyard.

She didn’t even budge. When he moved closer, she moved into him even more, plastering herself to his warm, bulky, chest. Her arms wrapped around him and she held on tightly. For the first time that night, Clea didn’t have her gun on her mind. All she could think of was to gum herself to this man in every possible way. So it didn’t surprise her when she woke up on a human bed. She had slept on Tarik Wolf all night, and it had already registered on Clea’s mind as one of the best nights of her life. She slept soundly, which was a bit out of place. Considering most of her sleeping hours were spent trying to sleep. But she had slept on this man, who was significantly harder than her bed, and she had slept well. She pushed herself off so she was laying beside him on her side. A peer into his face showed that he was still fast asleep.Her eyes left his face and travelled down his chest. For the first time, she noticed a chain dangling from his neck. She took it in her hands and placed

The Long Lost Lover

Clea would've successfully killed it if Tarik had been a second late. He jumped in at the last moment, pushing himself and the wolf away, so Clea's shot went straight out of the roof. As she staggered to her feet, suspiciously eyeing the seemingly familiar duo that was Tarik and the wolf, Clea could still feel her heart thumping. She directed her gun again to the wolf. "You know this thing?" She asked. Tarik nodded in response to her. He was more occupied with calming the beast and getting it to stay away from Clea. "Her name's wolf.""Your..." Clea couldn't believe what she heard. "Your pet?! You have a pet wolf?!" It was starting to make sense that he was an outcast. He didn't respond, but Clea didn't want a response either. "Well, tell your goddamn pet wolf the next time it tries this shit with me, you won't be able to save it from my wrath!"Wolf growled and wrestled against Tarik's hold. Clea took a 'threatening' stance and growled back. The beast had scared her to death and

The Strange Meeting

Kali wasn't one to scream. She believed a scream portrayed weakness and Kali didn't like coming off as weak. She screamed because the situation demanded it. She was talking to Clea on the phone when her car's back tyres started rising off the ground. It would've made sense to her if she'd been speeding then suddenly braked, but that wasn't what happened. She was driving, and her Car started turning upside down out of nowhere. She looked back, saw nothing, and went crazy. Her phone fell off her hand and onto the floor as she gripped the steering wheel for dear life. All the while, she was screaming out her lungs.All her life, she had scoffed at the supernatural, and here she was facing something completely unexplainable in logical terms. She was going crazy. She thought of yanking off her seatbelt and jumping out, but except she was flash, there was no way she could pull that off without increasing the possibility of her getting injured. The car tumbled twice and landed on its tyr

The Miserable Otherworldly Creatures.

A thousand years ago, when Floré, the witch turned demon, screamed out all the fury in her and created a parallel dimension to which she banished all the supernatural beings in Ohalo, she didn't put much thought into the world she created. She didn't design it, not to talk of refining it. She just created a space vacuum and sent them into it. She wasn't bothered about their welfare. She wanted them away from the humans, and she didn't care what the place would spell for the creatures. Well...It spelt doom.It spelt torture. It spelt degradation. For all of them. For a thousand years. Every second they spent in her prison, they suffered. It was a hell, a hell they had long given up trying to escape. A hell they didn't think they could one day escape. The vampires, for lack of human or even animal blood to consume, thinned over the years. It wasn't merely body thinning, their very soul thinned. Their skin was normally pale, but a few centuries in there, it turned ashen. Their skin

The Steamy Reunion.

Clea kissed Tyler like she missed him. Like she really missed him. When her lips finally found his, they moved like they never wanted to be separated from his. With maddening hunger. And so much passion that, at first, surprised Tyler. It didn't take long for him to return the enthusiasm though. Their hands were fumbling through each other clothes in seconds and Clea was pressed against the window. She ran her hands through his hair, his neck, his chest. She couldn't get enough. Their lips parted and Tyler dropped his head to her chest. Clea looked up at the ceiling, feeling so much relief that she could cry. This was just like the old times. It was like nothing had changed. She and Tyler, skipping classes just to make out. It felt like yesterday. She almost couldn't believe this was happening. Tyler kissed his way up Clea's chest roughly. He pulled aside the tiny tank-top sleeve in an effort to nibble her shoulder. Licked his way to her neck, then face, and crushed his lips with

The Truth about Tarik Wolf.

Clea's worry dissolved once she laid her eyes on the grinning sheriff. She and Kali had been worried, wondering what could've warranted a visit from the town overseer within hours of their arrival. Clea suspected Inna had something to do with this, and that assumption was soon proved right. "To what do I owe the pleasure of these beautiful young ladies visit?" His mouth was stretched wide in an almost-scary grin. At least, it seemed genuine. "We were wondering quite the same thing," Clea said. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit? I hope we're not in trouble," she added lightly. The sheriff feigned surprise. "Trouble? Oh No." He held out his hand for a handshake. "Sheriff Sherlock." Clea took it. "Clea McEnery." "Kali Nightingale." Clea raised a brow at Kali. Nightingale...? "Beautiful surname," the sheriff commented. If he noticed the weird look Clea gave Kali, he didn't show it. "Thank you." They were soon seated in the lounge."First of all, let me give you a pro

The Town of Chaos.

The walk back to the inn wasn't really a walk. The girls speed-walked, and it had something to do with the wolf story they just heard. The sound of Inna's laughter greeted them as they entered.She was laughing. Incessantly. Hysterically. This wasn't the sour woman they left behind. Did something possess her? They eventually had to stop and inquire."What's so amusing, Inna?" asked Clea.Inna pointed at the entrance, hysterical tears rolling down her cheek. "He fell."Clea and Kali looked at the porch and saw nothing. It was empty when they were coming in, and remained so. Not even the sheriff's jeep was there. "Sherlock fell," she cackled and bent over, holding her stomach."The bastard." She sniffed. "I have been praying for this to happen for years. Every time he walked out with that stupid ego of his dangling on his shoulder, I'd wish for him to fall. And it finally happened today." She laughed. "As you ran out and your friend followed you, he tried to run after you two. He got t

The Unexpected but Welcome Visit.

He looked up and Clea turned around, overwhelmed with an urge to adjust her hair. She did that, cleared her throat and turned back to face him. "How?"He stood up. "No, sit," said Clea. When he stood still, she went to him and, softly but steadily, pushed him back onto the bed. "I said sit." Her hands remained on his chest. She liked how warmth radiated off him. Loved the feel of his heartbeat. "Warm," she said. "I snuck in.""I figured out that much." "Your jacket," he said, and put it on the bed. "About this morning...""Oh uh. Uhmm..." Clea scratched her nape. "The sheriff came here and... started going on about how you're a dangerous man—""I'm not.""I know." She stared down into his eyes and repeated, making sure she got the point across. "I know you're not. I wouldn't be here in this room with you if I thought you were dangerous. I wouldn't have... slept on you." His eyebrows drew together. "You think I'm a good person?""I know you are." "Why?"Clea smacked her lips. "

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