What Once Was Hers Novels & Stories

She said, with a little smug which she had from the first. Honey. The word is so relatable with her voice which is bold yet soft and sweet yet salty. I didn't give up on my attitude so I stepped towards her. This time, she let her hands fall down her thighs as she stepped back. I kept stepping forward until she hit the nearest wall. “Don't you think so, dear? Then let me show you who I am and where you are.” I gripped her neck tightly, making her almost choke to death. She struggled to speak and make noise but she tried to remove my hands on her neck and push me away. My tall and strong body would never give her a chance to push me away so easily. Because I'm not easy.

With one sharp pull, she'd torn the sleeve of my T-shirt. "With this kind of quality, you're still pretending to be a rich heiress?" Her smirk widened in mockery. But then, as if struck by lightning, her face froze.

“ She was a weird one, kept saying she's not the one supposed to have it , yet she frequented here just to check on it” “ Who?” “ The she-wolf that died just a few days ago”

“I know.” “You don’t,” she says. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t act like this now.” “Like what.” “Like you’re back for duty.” She gestures around. “House. Food. Workers. Me.” “That’s not—” “You’re doing it again,” she says. “Protecting something that isn’t fragile.” I look at her then. Really look. She’s not wrong. I drag a hand over my face. “I don’t know how else to be.”

She didn't eat but it was always in the back of her mind that one day she may sell the place and if a Were or Human bought it they would want a proper kitchen. The retreat had been everything to her once so very long ago. A place of happiness, a place of safety. It had been instinctive to come here, to retreat to the last place she could ever remember feeling true happiness. And now there was an animal out there intruding on her privacy, a wounded animal by the sounds of things.

My grip on the glass tightened and I muttered cuss words. He leaned forward to whisper something into her ears. It made her smile. Both soon exited the club and I immediately knew what would follow. I gulped down the remaining of my scotch and trailed behind them closely. He led her into his truck parked in the driveway. My jaw clenched. When did she become a whore? What turned her into this? She changed already. This wasn't the same girl from nineteen years ago... My anxiety leveled up when I saw the truck rev and drive off. I ran to my newly bought Tesla, hopped in, trailing behind the truck thereafter. Thankfully, it was easy for me to tail them because it was a truck not some random car.

For the past 300 years, I have never come across such a good scent of blood, the smell of it so hypnotising and alluring that it pulls you to it, making you lose your sanity completely. The lady that was in my arms was that rare gem, I wonder how she escaped the clutches of my kind but then she was never going to escape mine, because once she is in arms, she is there to stay. I first saw her at the afterparty last night, although the scent wasn't strong because of the presence of a lot of people, I still felt like she was the one. Standing by the balcony, staring back at me. I just stepped out for an important issue for a short while and when I came back, she was gone. To be able to meet wit

He deserves a raise. She is a tall girl with a very demanding presence. My little Hesther is a fashion icon and sometimes, i do not understand why her card gets maxed out.This girl needed new clothes evry week and her closet is almost bursting with them. “What is it, honey?” “Father.” She took the lounge in my office and sat there like we are at home. “My card got maxed out. I need cash. And also, I was in the woods early this evening, I was actually gonna hunt for game but then I saw our friendly neighbors and the chosen.”

Her tone was light, but there was a little pause before *departure* that told the truth: she’d enjoyed every second of the erasing. Daire’s jaw flexed. “You didn’t have to strip it,” he said. “There was no need to—” “There was every need,” she said sweetly. “The Tribunal had cameras. We couldn’t have them asking awkward questions about little… "side nests.” My fingers dug into the doorframe. Hard enough the wood bit into my skin. This place had never been *mine* in the legal sense. No name on a deed. No shared closet. But it had still held my clothes, my few books, my sleep-warmed pillow.

I bit in — the egg custard, the crackle of the pastry, the caramel sweetness mixing with the rich filling, all of it hitting at once while it was still steaming. My eyes went wide. I covered my mouth. "How is this even better than I remember?" Nora looked extremely pleased with herself. "That's called nostalgia doing its job." Something warm settled in my chest. "I genuinely — you guys are too much." Nora winked at me. "That got to you? Please. I haven't even started. Don't underestimate me." I stood there holding the tart, kind of at a loss. Nora laughed. "Okay, stop standing there looking dazed. Tonight we're going all out!"