Amara's pov We learn new things every day. Yesterday, I learned that I was a perfect fool, an unappealing means to an end and that my days were numbered. I also learned that I could be easily deceived when swayed by affection. The most important thing I learned was never to trust a man again, especially massive handsome men that were your soulmates. Don't trust your soulmates, never! I trusted mine, it ended with me walking with blisters on my feet and the scorching heat of the sun burning up my skin.Today, I learned that not all vampires were affected by the sun. Orian being one of them, too late for that realization. My dreams of watching the grump melt under the sun with his skin taking up an ashen tone and his screams filling my ears were destroyed.He wasn't affected by the sun. He loved the sun, he basked in it and my only way of ever having a tiny sense of victory from this situation had been abated.I drew my fingers across my forehead, feeling the sweat so

Amara's povI am never ever going to play temple run again.Temple-run survival instincts do not apply in reality. Why I thought they did, I don't know. But I learned my lesson the hard way and it sucks.You do not get the elation of running away from a monster, especially when it was grumpy Orian who could fly.You do not get to jump over huge rocks and duck under huge tree branches effortlessly. You do not get to collect coins to purchase weapons but I did find an old sword lying around and I picked it hoping it didn't belong to a wicked fairy who would curse me. You don't get to fly and most importantly, you do not get an extra life. A whine escaped me as I ran into another tree branch, bashing my head for the umpteenth time. Even with the day being bright and the sun spreading its rays across the forest, I was still clumsy as hell.I moved like I was feeling my way around in the dark. But to be fair, the light of the sun didn't penetrate this part of the forest t

To whoever is saddled with the responsibility of understanding men, I wish you good luck and a thousand kisses, cheers! Understanding men is like Rocket science and I had neither the time for both. These past few weeks have been tumultuous and enraging. From thinking I found the perfect guy, planning on telling my parents about us and thinking about a future with him to being betrayed with my fiancé's head thrown at my feet, then I was marked and now I was getting married. I just couldn't catch a break. I needed air, a breather, a relief, anything. I wanted to climb up valleys look down at the world and scream for all to hear just how pained and frustrated I was. But most of all, I needed to think. I needed to find a way to get myself out of this mess which was impossible with my back pressed against Orian and his hips rocking against my derriêre, amusing word. This position hindered my thinking abilities. The sparks ignited on my skin as our bodies pressed together, rubbing ag

Amara's pov."Pick a safe word." Grump finally spoke after a while. He wasn't breathing heavily like he did earlier. He looked more composed and relaxed but the dark look in his steel orbs that were filled with lust still remained as he gazed at my naked body.A safe word?I wiggled my brows at him in confusion and his facial expression morphed into a frown with his lips slightly curled, probably thinking about how best to explain it to me."What's a safe word grump?" I had to word my question, curiosity filling me and something about the idea of a safe word made my toes curl in anticipation."It's a word you say when you feel like, uhm- you want me to stop or stay away." He scratched the back of his neck while talking, "No! Not stay away." He looked horrified at the words stay away and was quick to refute them, "You use it when you want me to stop touching you.""Oh."So when he tries to kill me, he would be touching me and I would use the safe word for him to stop, nice thought.Dad

Amara's povI hurt his feelings hard.I could tell from how his shoulders were slumped as he walked away, and it was pretty evident for a remarkably tall man.The urge to get up, chase after him and explain the situation surged within me as guilt rose in my heart, but then I remembered all he had done with no apology offered.He hadn't even taken time to explain the situation to me.Is he still married to Imelda? Is he still going to kill me? What were we? Does he share the same mutual feelings, and is there any future for the both of us? Why did he let Imelda hug him, and why did he call her name in his sleep severally? My head ached as I came up with all these questions and the guilt I felt turned into hurt. I am the one who has been used, kidnapped, and betrayed. Each day when I look at the necklaces on my neck, I remember my past life and how much I want it back, but it isn't possible. He took everything away from me and plans to kill me in the end.This sounds pathe