Romans & histoires Very Nice Caesar-chan

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“I wasn’t speaking of your body. Don’t tell me you don’t recall any of your displays last night. The things you said to him.” “Him?” My forehead twisted in confusion. “Who is him?” There was indeed a man. Ahh! “Alpha Leonardo. Your favorite beast,” she mocked. “Huh?” My eyes extended, about popping out of their sockets. My hand flew over my cheeks. “What do you mean by ‘Alpha Leonardo?” Slapping my cheeks hard, I tried to remember. But my stupid brain wasn’t working. Why couldn’t I remember a thing. My teeth bit my lower lips hard, sending pain down my spine.

Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant. - Cande cineres Maiorum meorum, qui laesi mortui sunt, surge et fac angelum dubitare. fac Angelum nuntiare avunculo iter per hebdomadam morari. (Latin translation - White ashes of my ancestors, who died wronged, rise and make Angel doubt. Make Angel tell his uncle to delay the trip for a week.) The ashes slowly turn into steam, which rises and passes under the door. Traveling the distance between the rooms, it enters under the door, where Angel rests from the new attempt on his life.

All I know is that their emperor is called an Alpha and they do also have humans as slaves in their empires, but I know nothing about how their system works. No, I'm not a vampire. Sometimes, I wish I was a vampire because my life would have been way easier than it is now, but I'm not. If you are wondering who I am, my name is Rayne, Rayne Carson. I'm the one who learned that being gifted can sometimes be a curse.

C Noeline.

You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, so I ask, “ I’ve never heard y’all use these nicknames. Jase is Alpha. Ran is Oscar. Lock is Hotel.” “I’m Sierra and Wes is Charlie. Unjumble the codes, baby. What does it spell?” Arson is the one to answer me. I think about it for a minute. If I go military code, each word is a letter, and those letters spell C.H.A.O.S. Weston Chancler is Charlie. Lachlan Hartley is Hotel. Jase Alto is Alpha. Ransom Oaks is Oscar. Arson Skaggs is Sierra. Wow, talk about a double-connotation acronym.

She looked up from her phone and blinked those green eyes. “A satellite? How do you have access to a satellite?” Papa asked, folding his arms with that stern papa look in his eyes. “Persephone Adelaide Fayte, did you hack the government again?” Crista demanded, all saucy, putting her hands on her hips. Again? Oh boy. What an exciting family my Papa has mated into.

I realized I hadn't responded to the cub, getting lost in my thoughts instead, "Every time I close my eyes I see how weak she looked and how she could barely move let alone speak." "You've seen worse, Ace. Look, you know she's fine now so get a drink and calm your thoughts. You could always make the drive to see me or do a job," shuffling sounded on Jericho's end of the line until I could hear the sound of a microwave and then a dog barking. I missed Slash — Jericho's German Shepherd; only a little bit. "Can't do a job, remember?" I grumbled, balling my hands in tight fists until my nails dug into my palm.

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