The Mafia Lycan's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

KADENSince I had heard that loud clash by Storm’s window, since I had walked Avery out of my room the previous night, citing a headache immediately after, since I had gone over to see Storm, and she had walked me out, forbidding me to see her again, I was tethering on a tiny thread between sanity and madness. Was this how it was? I thought, donning another cup of alcohol. How would I feel then if my lycan was available? Well, even if I wasn’t sure of the possessiveness of my wolf since I hadn’t really had a real woman when it had been around, one thing I was sure of was that I wouldn't have left her room that night, after she had screamed right after she had woken up, whether she had wanted me to stay in or not. My lycan wouldn’t have allowed it. Lycans, as they are very powerful, are very possessive. And since I descended from a royal bloodline, it made things much worse. My friends have been trying to reach me, especially Casper, but I had shut them out, knowing that the advice t

STORMAfter a frustrated Justin had left us stranded in the club, I and Lucy had started with making small talks, and sipping our not so alcoholic drink, laughing at intervals at lame jokes, until a man and his friend had approached us, talking the normal bullshit which vile men would say whenever they saw a lady in a short gown, especially red. Well, that was what I was hearing. A red short bodycon gown that exemplified my curves. I wanted to get loose tonight, but having stayed here for almost twenty minutes, I was beginning to think that we had chosen the wrong bar. But then, Lucy and I weren’t really club material. The first and the last time we had clubbed had been on the night of our graduation from high school. The talking guy, seeing that none of his talks were getting to either I or Lucy, proposed a better drink to what we were taking. According to him, we were taking just water, a stupid humour that I wouldn't even call humour, because what I had been drinking was nowhere

STORM“Have a nice night, Storm.” Lent said to me as we stopped by my house. The time should be around 9.pm now. I thought as I nodded my head fitfully to his wishes. “Thanks Lent for seeing me home, for helping me to get my friends home. Thanks a lot.” I mentioned, a small smile on my lips, and he nodded before turning around and walking away. Not wasting another second, I turned the knob of the front door and heaved in relief when I saw that it wasn’t locked. At Least they had kept it open, and not locked me outside.Nice of them. I thought sardonically, walking into the dark sitting room. Pulling my phone from the front pocket of my black tight underwear, I switched on its torch not wanting to alert the household of my presence, not ready for an earful from Miranda. I just wanted to drop on my bed and sleep off. But whilst stalking my way to the staircase, a loud laughter from nearby caused me to stop in my tracks. “Who could be laughing loudly this late at night?” I muttered t

KADENI wanted to caress Storm’s soft cheeks but the fear of being shouted at and thrown away was stronger than the urge to feel her softness. I still haven't forgotten how she had sent me away in front of her friends, especially the male one which I wasn't yet sure of his real feelings about her. But when I heard the gulping sound of her swallowing her spittle, I thought I had a chance. A chance to feel her again. Slowly, I lifted up my right hand to touch her cheek, but hee next statement stopped me short just like I had imagined earlier. I must have been kidding myself thinking I had a chance.“Don’t you dare, Kaden. Unless you want the neighborhood to know that such a gentleman like you sneaks into people’s rooms at night.” She stated, her beautiful dark brown eyes not wavering from its cold state. So much for thinking that she had been bothered in a good way by my presence. “You really have the guts barging into my room anytime you like.” She continued, scoffing whilst stepping

STORM“Storm! Table 4 needs attending. Stop zoning out for god's sake. We don’t have time for this.” Jess literally shouted, her face clouding in annoyance, and then she eyed me badly for taking time to collect orders. I wanted to cuss at her for letting me work this morning when the doctor had tasked me with at least four days of bed rest. In her words, she had said; ‘since you have the strength to club and dance, then you should be more than healthy to work at the restaurant.’ Those were her words this morning when she had knocked consistently and noisily on my door. I had asked her about Miranda, who was supposed to help since she hadn’t gone back to college. The woman had said that her daughter needed some rest after being out all night. Her daughter needed rest and I didn’t? I mused and scoffed, collecting the notepad from the kitchen counter, heading to table five. All the while my thoughts ran all over the place, uninhibited. After Jess had woken me up to open the restaurant