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Orian's pov"Happy birthday to me!!!"I screamed jumping down from the tree with a small laugh escaping my chapped lips. I wore my favorite sweater today with my good pair of jeans. It is my good pair because it had a few holes unlike the rest that had huge holes and the cold was too much anytime I wore them. Momma wouldn't get me a new pair for my birthday. She says she has more important things to buy like the white powder she sniffs all the time or food which she eats by herself.I don't care anymore, as long as she's happy. When she's happy she hits me less and hardly yells at me. Sometimes when she yells, my ears hurt and ring and I have headaches which make me cry all night.I had been sitting in the tree, teeth chattering from the cold wind blowing against me, waiting for my wings to sprout but they didn't and it made me really sad. I cried a bit. Other demon babies got theirs very early but I still didn't get mine and I turned five today.I hoped with my fifth year that they
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Orian’s pov Dawn came early and I got out of the tent before she could wake up and before I could fulfill my curiosity about what her pussy would feel like gripping my cock while I wrapped my hand around her neck controlling her intake of air with her writhing beneath me in pleasure. Her legs around me while the night progressed and her fingers lightly scraping my skin stirred carnal thoughts within me that I wasn't supposed to feel towards her.I wasn't supposed to desire her in any way or attempt the lengths of sexual activity which we have already crossed a number of times because I couldn't control myself anymore and I merely wanted a taste, just a taste wouldn't hurt. Depraved people were the second type of people to exist in the world and I was one of them.She is beautiful and I am depraved. I shouldn't want to have her to myself and at the same time want revenge against her kind. I can't eat my cake and have it but I was called d'yavol for a reason and when
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Orian's pov I lay on the grass with a pained sigh as a mild ache spread throughout the unhealed wounds on my back, years of unhealed wounds and scars.My arms were tucked behind my head, and I looked up at the skies, squinting at the rays that filtered through my lashes. I felt super grateful for the stop we had to make before the final lap of the journey and laying here on the grass a bit far away from the troop was a means of distraction from how Amara had betrayed me.I closed my eyes and took deep breaths trying to calm myself down and forbidding the images of her and Eric from my mind."Hey, grump." Her voice resonated to my hearing and I felt nervous as always pursing my lips so as not to say the wrong things when she spoke to me. I didn't have to open my eyes to see her. Her scent was all I could sense as I felt her looming over me and no doubt with a grin on her face.I opened my eyes feeling the tiny tingling in my heart as I beheld her big green eyes an
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Orian’s pov Her eyes widened at my threat and for the first time, she was genuinely terrified. She was usually terrified and then she got herself back up but the fear in her eyes at the moment was unmatched and I loved it."Is that clear?" I hardened my gaze glaring at her scared form and she nodded. "Words, Malyshka." I squeezed her throat slightly, "Use your words.""Yes." She nodded again without fighting me and that sheen of anger in her eyes were gone, I expected a fight. I think I broke her, she was mine to break anyway."Good girl." I cooed bringing my face down to her neck as I released it. I buried my face in the crook of her neck. My hands went to her hips gripping at them, my thumb slowly caressing the indentations of her hip dips through the material of her dress.I licked across her neck, kissing at the spot where my mark was. It hadn't fully formed since it was a half mark and I was surely an idiot for imprinting on her without knowing how the mate bond worked but I'd kn
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Orian's pov Amara had to be a harlequin or a self-employed clown. She had to be one of the funniest people I have met since I got out of prison and I do not think I would meet a funnier person till I leave the earth. She almost made me laugh as we journeyed."Grump." She called looking down at me from the horse as I strode beside her while she rode, "I am out of bread.""Okay, Gretel." I snorted, "You think we are going to find a cottage made of sweets now with a witch in it threatening to bake us for dinner?""I wouldn't mind that, I would trade you to her for a glazed doughnut." She shrugged with a mean glint in her eyes."I would let you know that I am offended that you think your husband is worth a single pastry.""I would trade you to her for nothing." She grinned as I frowned.The moonlight shining against her skin reminding me of how I came up with her nickname, Lunny Svet, my moonlight and she will remain moy malen'kiy Lunny svet, my little moonlight.I was n
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Orian's pov"Writing is therapeutic."I murmured to myself placing my fountain pen aside. I let out a breath of air as I shut my diary feeling the weight of all I had caged in being lifted now that I had them written down. It was a new diary, that I carried around no matter where I went, carefully hidden, of course. I couldn't go a day without writing in my diary. And as I grew older, I had to get more. I got this one last month and I was almost halfway through its pages, guess I always have a lot to write down. The older ones were stashed behind the shelves in my office, away from prying eyes. It would be disastrous to let someone that I didn't want get into my mind by reading my written thoughts.And now that I was done writing for the night. I needed a hot shower, a book, and sleep. Sleep which was the most important one was what I dreaded at the moment knowing how disastrous it was going to be since I didn't get the chance to sleep next to Amara today.All my nights
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Orian’s pov"You know I wished I had taken your offer on killing her the first time she hit and brutalized me and then the time she attempted to burn me in my bedroom." He laughed and turned his head to me, nervous laughter, and I sat up with a smile attempting to ease him, "The damage she did over the years could have been avoided."It was a case of someone you love hurting you like how they knew you had been hurt the most. Nexus didn't have good parents just like I did. They were present in fulfilling their duties sometimes but then they were physically abusive and used the fact that they provided for him which wasn't all the time to guilt him into not talking about their toxic parental patterns.And Ellie did the same thing. She wasn't as innocent as her name neither was she as sweet as the words came from her mouth. To the public, they seemed like a normal couple and that was my perception till he told me what was happening. She was also a vampire but wasn't one
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Amara's pov. I lay in bed for a good amount of time after I woke up. My fingers stroked my puppy while I stared at the ceiling of my actual bedroom in total confusion. I sat up, my eyes wandering around while blinking in disbelief, am I dreaming?I was in my bedroom with my puppy by my side. All events of the previous days from the disastrous ceremony with Terren to seeing Orian's true colors to our wonderful night in the forest before I blacked out suddenly seemed unreal. It all felt like a nightmare, a mere disastrous dream that was filled with the most erotic and unfortunate of events.The light streaming through the slightly parted curtains indicated that it was dawn and my eyes went to the spot on the floor where I usually dumped my dancing shoes, they were there. One was placed above the other exactly like I always kept them.I grabbed the pillow and screamed into it not wanting to wake the rest of the household or disturb them if they were already awake.
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