Iris Vs Gamera Novels & Stories

She gasped, staggering back as the glow of the crystal dimmed. “What happened?” Damon demanded, moving to steady her. Iris shook her head, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of the table. Her gaze flicked to me, and for the first time since we’d met, I saw fear in her eyes. “You need to leave,” she said abruptly, her voice shaky. “What?” Damon’s voice was sharp, filled with suspicion. “What did you see?” “It’s for the best,” Iris said, avoiding his gaze. “She shouldn’t be here.”

He followed me down, bracing himself over me with one arm, creating a space barely large enough for two. Then — his voice, grinding with control, almost icy: "Iris, don't move. There are hidden cameras in the house." I froze. A chill raced up my spine, and every trace of breathless desire crystallized into ice. "What? Cameras? Who planted them?" "Preliminary sweep points to someone targeting tomorrow's gala. They want leverage on us." He paused. His scorching breath fanned against the hollow of my neck, but his tone was pure boardroom composure.

"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

Evelyn said, her voice carrying across the silent circle of socialites. "Spoken for? By whom?" Iris snapped, her jealousy finally breaking through the facade. "The criminals you meet in dark cafés? We have proof, Evelyn! We know what you really are!" Iris pulled out her phone, intending to show the crowd a copy of the photograph she thought she still possessed. But as she swiped the screen, her face drained of all color. The screen didn't show Evelyn in a café. Instead, it displayed a high-definition, timestamped video of Iris herself, huddled in a back alley, handing a thick envelope of cash to a known blackmailer.

She tilted her head up to meet my eyes, and I saw confusion and fear flashing through them as her hands moved to grip my shoulders tightly. "Jenny?" My brows furrowed, worried at the expression on her face at the same moment the crowd parted in front of us. "Mine..." The voice came out low but strong. Standing 30 meters from us was a male with a darkened expression, looking at us, with his hands coiled into fists while his chest was heaving. I knew this man. I went to the same training as he did. A Gamma. A warm smile tugged on my lips when the realization hit me. Her mate has finally found her.

the one who seems to be their leader said, touching a finger into my lips and I licked it eagerly, my eyes not leaving his dick. I forced myself to breathe. This is fine. It had to be fine. Things were slipping, yes, but they could still be dragged back into place. Iris needed to be brought back. Once she was here, everything would fall back into line. My plan. The door creaked open. The man who had taken Iris away stepped back inside, a camera hanging from his hand. Then another camera. He crossed the room and set them carefully in the corner, angling them toward the far end where a table had been placed beneath the flickering light.

The Gamma looked at me, a smile tugging at the side of his mouth; he went away and came back with a knife that glinted under the dim light of the bulb. I trembled. 'This is how I am going to die I thought as a lot of feelings coursed through me. 'alone with no one to even care. Not even my father,' The Gamma, was beside me. "Prepare to die, Iris." Saying this, he raised the sword high ready to slice, when I shut my eyes, waiting for the feel of the blade on my skin, waiting for the pain. I prepared to feel my blood pouring out of my neck or the bounce of my head on the floor.

He paused again, watching her eyes spark with understanding. “You… want me to kill Autumn?” Iris asked, her voice trembling. “She’s my sister. We don’t get along, yes, but I can’t just… kill her.” Her voice wavered with poorly feigned reluctance, but Maverick saw right through her. “But you nearly did, didn’t you?” he said, watching her carefully. “At the poolside.” Her body stiffened, and the look in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. He had her cornered.

Like butterflies fluttering deep inside me, no not butterflies, Enrique doesn’t make me feel butterflies. He makes me feel fireworks. “I just want Enrique to be the first person I capture, that’s all.” I say when she quirks her brows, demanding for more answers. “Then just ask him.” Iris stares at the camera, grinning ear to ear, Elva’s in the library, reading as usual, sometimes I wonder if she’s going to lock herself up there one day. Ever since the incident, I have only introduced Elva and Iris to Gia once and aside from that, I haven’t seen Gia.

She sticks out her hand to shake mine and I take it, but I’m glancing in Alaric’s direction, gauging his response to her insinuation that he’s difficult to get along with. He wears an exasperated expression and rolls his eyes at her but I can swear there’s some affection behind it. I can see why. I like Iris already. “It’s nice to meet you, iris. Thank you for the warm welcome. I’m-” “Sage!” She finishes for me. “I know. Garrett told me. He’s my mate. He’s Ric’s best friend and Beta too but that’s, whatever.” She waves her hand in the air to emphasize her lack of interest. “Come meet him.”