Iris 101/101 Novels & Stories

"Look at the tattoo on your chest, Julian. Tell everyone what it means." He instinctively covered his chest, then, as if to prove a point, ripped open his shirt. The iris tattoo was still there, but it had been altered. A high-definition close-up appeared on the screen beside him. Where the heart of the flower should have been… was a small, sharp dagger. The Rosso family crest. A collective gasp swept through the pews. "No… that's not possible…" Julian stared down at his own chest, as if seeing the change for the very first time.

“They gave me handler logs. Subject responses. Neural echo scans. But the Level Zero vault? That was locked. No one above Tier Black could see who was down there. Not even their names. Just subject tags.” Ava’s voice dropped. “And the tags?” Micah looked up. His eyes were sharp now. Sad. “One kept repeating. IRIS.” Damon blinked. “That’s not in the records.” “Because it wasn’t supposed to be.” Micah sat forward now, more alive than they’d seen him since the airfield. “They trained IRIS differently. Repeated language burns. Loop exposure at triple the norm. Emotional compression routines. Every month, the handler would submit a report with the same closing line—‘Subject remains unstable but..

“What would you do, Terrell? You know that will start a war.” He pulled Danica close to him. “Be mine, Danica. Let me take you from all of this. And yes, there are second chances. Especially now I that know what the iris is.”

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

I-SHIRLEY 23 A deep passionate kiss woke Shirley up from sleep. She opened her eyes slowly, and the first thing she saw was Gehrig’s blurry face, smiling down at her. “Good morning, babe –” He greeted and planted another kiss on her lips. Shirley smiled. “Hi…” She said as she sent her hands over her face to caress her eyes. “Wait…” Shirley sniffled jokingly. “Is that –” “Yes, it is…” Gehrig interrupted.

I positioned her over my cock, her own clit already dripping with anticipation. Iris wrapped her arms around my shoulders, stabilizing herself as I pushed myself inside her. I kept my eyes on her own, watching as she closed her eyes in both pleasure and pain, still not fully used to my size. I stayed still, allowing her to adjust to the new position, giving her the freedom of taking things as far as she went before taking over. Iris dug her fingers on my shoulders making me hiss in both pleasure and pain as I wrapped my arms around her waist, assuring her. Taking notice of her nails, she looked down at me, growing nervous, and I smiled pulling her down to kiss me.

IRIS. I was still looking at my ring, mesmerized by it, when I noticed he had gone quiet. I tilted my head and saw that his face had turned serious. He then cupped my chin with his fingers. “Iris, I want you to promise me again that whenever you get upset, frustrated, or angry. You will close your eyes and you will tell me.” “You still haven’t explained that part to me.” “I will when I have more answers, but for now, I want you to trust me.”

"Just tell me already! Or what do you want me to walk out again; I will walk out on us this engagemen if you don't come clean with me" Iris took another big gulp of her water and relived, what she wouldn't wish even on her worst enemy. © #KCMmuoe

Iris nodded. “This world is full of bad people, Iris. Protect yourself, be sharp, and stay focus all the time. When I and Colt, or Frost are not around, at least you know how to fight back.” “Got it.” “Okay. Now lower your head, arms up, and don’t forget your stance.” Iris did as he said—left foot forward and right at her back. “Now, jab. Punch me,” Darick ordered. “What?” She looked at him. Darick was a few inches shorter than me, but he was strong and knocked down a few guys.

I announced as I took my phone and checked something " Guys looked at this photo," I said as I handed it over to them " What about it? " Lyon asked as he gave me the phone " This was a group picture we took at the entrance of blu island, if you remember carefully the van was parked behind us and if you zoom into the picture you’ll notice that the van isn’t there " " Are you… saying…Melody isn’t… real? " Liv said in stutter as she widened her eyes “ Yes, and No, I don’t just think Melody isn’t real but I think everything about her isn’t real. We are having been living in an illusion "