Lahat ng Kabanata ng Demon Law : Lost Isle Book 1 : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lost and FoundAyame -“Passion, it lies in all of us…..SleepingWaitingAnd though unwanted…Unbidden*It will stir……. **Open its jaws and howl….. *Passion rules us all……” – Joss WhedonI always wondered why the greats were so tragic. How the most deeply stirring, if not on point, poets were always so sad. Love… It was supposed to be the most amazing thing in the world. The only force that could defy all others. Reshape and redefine the laws; written and imposed alike.Shakespeare, Whedon, Neruda… Obscure, but favorites of mine. Back when I was a girl who couldn’t wait to grow up. Just a silly girl, who couldn’t wait to fall in love…I think everyone has heard the expression: Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.I either missed or ignored that memo.Rolled my eyes at the popular phrase: You can’t handle the truth.Like most life lessons, neither applied to me until they did.I treated poetry like gems. Information like currency. Secrets like the finest treasure—not to

Rise and Shine (Reluctantly)HiroOnce in the hopeful safety of mine and Ayame’s Jack and Jill bathroom, I step into the hot spray of the relatively new shower. But not before checking every surface to make sure I don’t land in the punchline or blast zone of the well-meaning bear.Making sure that whatever scheme Tien is cooking up in that mischievous brain, I’m not the butt of. From stink bombs to chickens in the shared bathroom, Tien’s had us all quaking in our boots at one stage or another.Being part of the herd he adores, I’m constantly targeted for his experiments. Honey in textbooks. Berry juice in the tap. Something worse on your eyes when you sleep. The list is endless. Nothing he does is ever harmful—just humiliating—and always somehow revolves around food.Which makes sense. If the bear demon isn’t eating, he’s scheming. Or building one of a thousand gadgets he uses to torment us with the same dedication he torments our classmates and siblings. The very definition of the Ma

The CanopyHiro I move over, not needing to look to know where she’ll sit. I’m just surprised that her drop into the chair is as hard as the yank of her pen. I’m half surprised it doesn’t snap in half getting ripped out of her back and can practically feel the animosity rolling under her skin.I almost half expect to see fangs, even though our faces are covered in masks. We’re only really required to wear the traditional coverings on the field, but they help for a number of reasons. Getting used to being in them every breath we’re on mission being one.Helping to filter our senses being another.At the moment, Aya is sucking breath like the desert sands to water, clearly upset over something. Her face, if not the harsh teal shade of her eyes, say how pissed off she is. “Stuff it mutt!” It’s a low and cold snap that doesn’t need to be screamed to crack through the room like the deathly warning it is.“It’s not.....” Haru never knows when to shut up. At this point, I’m afraid to even b

T and PHiroNothing about this is a me thing to do. I get that, but I can’t stop it. Can’t help but feel blind-sided and overwhelmed, still not sure what’s actually happening. The pain pinging through my brain, along with the alien sensations makes me feel sick.Even if I can’t define that, or the idea of her with him between worse and worst.“Fine, just leave.” Aya chuffs out, her eyes as dark as I’ve ever seen them. “What the hell are you thinking?” The longer heart shape of her face is red, and she practically jumps as she demands the answer of me after Jourin brushes off his shoulders and goes out the still open door.“ME?!” I flare back incredulously, slamming it shut with my back firmly against it so we aren’t interrupted again, even if we are overheard through the thinner walls.“What the fuck Aya!” I demand, staring down at her for the first time, well, ever.Since we met, she’s either been taller or as tall as me. The new height difference must have happened while I was tryin

Ice-Cream?HiroHormones always buzz a bit more in the heat of the Harvest. More skin and pheromones than those with heightened senses can handle. Probably why the wolf is flitting back and forth like a kid during Wonderlight. All the brightly colored skirts, the shiny wrapping of a present to him.Examining the pleasant if not evocative feelings I’m getting from working the sweet cream with my tongue, I give to the pleasurable dissection of the sensation. Most things I take in intrinsically, but when it’s a feeling I can’t place or particularly like, I spend some time with it.Mid-swirl of my tongue, I feel a hand on my hip. Getting my head back around to hungry brown eyes that startle me, I settle on one of the few female Shin of the Falls Village.“Any plans for the set?” Nema’s too full and natural breasts rub my arm, while her thigh perks up the thing between my legs. Her blunt white teeth capture her lower lip, while I’m fairly certain Tien misplaces his. I want to answer, but f