All Chapters of Demon Law : Lost Isle Book 1 : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

52: Hiro - UnspokenHiro Knowing that nothing is going to be sorted until the lush has had enough liquor to down an entire herd of Sages, I get the lot of them settled into the back corner. Making sure each of the lushes have a barrel of booz per person and card table.As long as they're entertained, we shouldn’t have a tab to pay or apologies to make in the morning. Saving my ‘ace’ for when it will make the most impact. IE- making the lush take responsibility for her ‘daughter’ for the first time ever. “Ugh. What are you doing here?” Aya’s voice sounds as annoyed as it does pained. A tone reserved for the Sacred that mocks as much as torments her. One I hadn’t noticed walking in, but there Sokin is, front and center of the bar, reminding me of the Earth expression: Cats and Dogs. It’s truly odd for a Yon noble to be in a peasant bar, let alone one owned and operated by Oni. “Nope!” Soko immediately shoves in. “You’re not stuffing up my Lunamin. If you stay, you better not start

54: Hiro - Dissonence Hiro Sokin comes and goes, but not without a long glance at the group gathering and dancing in the open space to the left of the kitchen. The table that’s usually there, presumably for eating has been pushed to the side for the girls to have their space and fun. One the self-absorbed asshole only pushes through because for once the attention isn’t on him. “Frost him!” The first girl I ever made out with decides abruptly. “So not worth the drama,” the group continues back and forth about how much of a controlling ass Jako is for a few moments.Aya is the only one who doesn’t seem to jump in or is surprised by the situation. Clearly uncertain of what to do. Haru, trashed at this point, takes her hands and rotates her shoulder with the push and pull. I’ve heard him hum diddies, but never heard him sing before. It may be a low-key, but he’s surprisingly in tune. “At first, I was afraid,” his normal mischief in his features, but not the deep baritone.“Oh no,” Aya

56: Hiro - EnoughHiro“Try smoking hot,” Haru’s comment along with him all but cornering Ayame at the sink make me eat my words from last generation. ‘He may be horndog, but he’d never cross a line, Cub.’ The thought echoes with the urge to throw the mutt through a wall when it’s clear he’s about to kiss Aya. Aya’s intrepid gaze darts between us nervously, and it’s only the presence of Sokin that stops the Haru from hitting his intended target. His’s wet lips on her cheek, and his big brown eyes follow her gaze to Sokin. “What do you want?” Haru braces his arm behind her, standing to one side.“Think it’s time for us to go,” Tien’s leaf green eyes fill with worry between the murderous glares he’s getting between myself and the entitled Lord frosting Hosa. Tien drags the wolf in the opposite direction. All but tossing him over his shoulder as they retreat down the hall we came in, despite Haru’s tipped protests. It’s clearly a dorm type communal space. Large enough for several peop

58: Hiro - KnowingHiro ‘I want you to moan my name,’ Ren’s voice breaks through his when Sokin pins Ayame to the wall in the hallway upstairs. Dipping his lips to her ear. The contact of his body on hers makes Aya’s leap. The words on such a sensitive space has her shivering.Her air is already shaky, hitching like the wind catching between temple bells. The hallway is still, air thick with magic and musk, and the scent of cinnamon spice and charged ozone clings to the wooden frame of the house. My palms sweat just hearing it.His air is so low and if either of them so much as take a deep inhale, the distance between their bodies will close. ‘I want to suck on that little pout of yours until you scream it; until those creamy thighs of yours spread in surrender.’Aya’s knee twitches outward, sharpening the sweet and sharp smell of what I now know is her arousal. The heat off her rolls like steam. I feel it in my teeth.‘I want to feel that flame as you cum for me. That shudder when y

60: Ayame- Lucky People think Char is mean or scary, but I think he has a way with words. No one can make me feel better the way that he can. Just like I know what people are feeling, it seems like he always knows what I’m thinking and can tell me what I need to know to get through anything.“Yenna, truly believed that no one would ever know her people again. That she could never ‘live’ well enough to carry on the Stryx’s legacy. You, little one may be the only one who could ever truly understand her. Just like your Aunt Niss.” Even if I knew the story from their perspective, it felt entirely new from his.“Your Aunt Niss is the last Straga, like Yenna was the last Stryx. Even your Uncle Bellamy doesn’t know if any of his people survived. In all of their minds, they are the only survivors of wars and tragedies that they had no say or place in.” My father, Syver is the same.Not that he’s the last Raz, just that he’s not sure that his world survived my sire invading it. What happened