Scorpio Homestuck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It made me sick. I paced a few steps away from the car, then back again, my heels clicking on the concrete. “She doesn’t deserve him. She doesn’t deserve any of this perfect life everyone keeps handing her.” A black SUV rolled slowly into the parking area and stopped a few feet away. The driver’s window came down. I recognized him immediately ... Scorpion. He stepped out of the car, tall and broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead and those big, innocent-looking brown eyes that made people trust him on sight.

"That's what I need to tell you. What I did to you, Elara, it's killing me. Every single day. Every hour. Every minute. I can't sleep because I see your face. I can't eat because I feel sick with guilt. All I can think about is what I did. What I almost did." He was sobbing now, his whole body shaking with the force of his tears. He looked like he might collapse at any moment. Despite everything, despite the nightmares, despite the fear, despite knowing I should hate him, I felt something soften in my chest. This was Leandro. My cousin. We'd been children together once, before everything got twisted and ugly. We'd played in Grandfather's garden. Celebrated birthdays together. Been family. Co

My life can't get any stranger. Sawyer- How about this, Wilkes gave me the good on Hummer. I know where his juice comes from. Huck- Great, I’ll call you when I find out if I’m a witch. Sawyer- Think men are called Warlocks. Huck- Am I still a Warlock if I like it with other Warlocks? Sawyer- You will always be a Warlock to me. I love you. Huck- I love you too. BTW, Teresa is funny as shit! Talk soon.

Two months later, his friends asked again, "Tristan, how long has it been since Esther contacted you?" Tristan froze, unable to respond. It had been a while since Esther had reached out to him. The home that had once been theirs felt empty without her. It was just cold brick walls now and could no longer be called a home. "This isn't right. Esther's always been soft and gentle, but now she's acting so decisively." At that moment, Tristan's friend, Jordan Fletcher, hesitated before saying, "Tristan, I heard Esther's with the heir of the Russell family in Straburgh."

All the pent-up bitterness and the crushing weight of life pushed him to the brink until he no longer cared about what happened. "You're nothing more than an ugly and broke psycho! I was so blind back then. To think I allowed myself to be deceived by a fake like you and cast aside a real heiress like Emilila! She's Mrs. Shaw now, and she's also the heir to Langley Group! "And what about you, huh?" Mark continued. "You're even worse than your mother! At least she managed to steal some things. What did you steal? All you stole was a man, and now you're stuck living in this basement room with me, surviving off cheap food!"

My eyes stopped short of reaching his face- no doubt handsome as far as I had heard- when my lungs started feeling constricted. I did not know why I was there, and so far, none of my speculations had found any basis in reality. Feeling the heat rise to my face, I found myself unable to respond with words. Instead I simply slid the hood back. Willing myself to stay strong, I raised my chin and stared straight ahead, allowing him full access to my face and the scar that dominated it. No matter how everyone wants to be the mate of the Alpha of the pack and how everyone's wish had fallen into my bag without any prayers or wish, I was not ready to accept it. And I was sure that the Alpha would no

Tears burned Luna's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "What do you want, Helen?" "I want you to know what's coming." Helen leaned in. "Damon is going to reject you. Publicly. Once he's secured his Council position using your family's name, he'll have you committed to Silverpine Sanctuary." The world tilted. Silverpine Sanctuary. The psychiatric facility for wolves deemed too dangerous or unstable for pack life. Wolves went there and never came back. "He can't." Luna's breath caught. "The mate bond we share won't let him discard me."

I was discovering the magic that was Moonfall when I've made Whitebrock the center of my life for the past four years. I got my peace back, bit by bit. It wasn't evident at first, but then my heart no longer broke whenever I saw them together. I no longer wake up with caked tears on my face. I cleared out my quarter to make it more habitable, and I never thought I'd be the one to do this, but I bought a sex toy kit to take care of my own pleasure. And the girls on social media were right: nothing beats understanding your own body. I've always taken whatever Zane had to give, and now I was coming to realize that he had nothing to give.

“You don’t—” Before she could finish her sentence, he bent closer to her face, pressing his cheek against hers. He deliberately rubbed his skin lightly against the scarred section of hers, marking her with his scent. It was the same move his wolf would’ve used, though he wasn’t certain if she realized he’d activated his scent glands to imprint on her. She was still a human, so she didn’t fully understand the ways of the wolf. “My scars. You can’t possibly want this.” She sounded on the verge of tears. “Not really. You’re just doing this because you feel sorry for me.”

“I thought you said yes to this?” “You didn’t give me all the details. I thought I had the ability to choose, at least.” He shook his head. “No, Veni. The Alpha of Devil Siege is the strongest alliance we can possibly have right now, especially with Claw Forge joining forces with Fire-Fur.” I got off the bed and started to pace. This was so not going the way I remembered it. “I can’t mate with the Alpha of Demon Siege. No one knows what he looks like. For all we know, he’s a century old wolf with a fetish for owning young wolves. And worse, he is by known far and wide as the deadliest Alpha in the whole country.”