Iris Vs Gamera Novels & Stories

I was coughing and panting, watching the flames reach high up towards the sky, lighting the road up. Another car screeched to a stop behind the burning car, and next, I heard footsteps before Iris appeared from the smoke, in black leather clothes, glaring at the burning car, which had a burning Kygo trapped inside. “That’s what you get for messing with me, bastard.” She spat, before she approached me, tossing a small knife in front of me. “Hurry! Cut those ropes, we have to get the fuck out of here! The police have destroyed the entire place…” Then she paused. “Adonis?”

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.”

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.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. “I have a theory,” Lucas said suddenly. “What is it?” I asked, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. Lucas turned back toward the direction we had come from. “I want to have a chat with… Iris.” I didn’t hesitate. Lucas was my Gamma for a reason. He saw things that others didn’t. He noticed details that most people missed. If anyone could figure out what was going on with Iris, it was him. “Let’s go,” I said immediately.

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.

"Oh, come off it, impostor. If you were to be someone important like you claim to be, don't you think that someone would have come for you by now? But look, you've been stuck here with me, eating shrubs and drinking blueberry water." "What did you say to me?" Gemma asked, bed voice dangerously low. Without warning, she sprang up on her feet, and dashed across towards Iris, and grabbed her by the hair. "Let go of me, you tramp!" Iris yelled as she tried to defend herself. A fight ensured between them, screams renting the air. Gemma threw Iris across the room, slamming her against the wall. She hit the floor with a loud thud, bruising her knees in the process.