After rifling through the pages of ‘A short guide for impactful writing’, I reach out for the fourth one, cursing unique obscenities under my breath. I flip through it absently like the previous one and search for the significant content that could help me draft my own. ‘It won’t help you, you know.’ Sierra rolled her eyes at me. ‘Yeah! It’s not the title I am looking for. There are just too many of them.’ ‘I wasn’t talking about the book, Lizzy. I am talking about Alpha Ibhaan. It won’t help you. In fact, you’d be only more exhausted.’ ‘Help? Who said I need help? What are you talking about? I am working to get Lily out. Piss off.’ I growl, eyeing the massive wall portrait behind her shoulder. How did Ibhaan come in all of it? ‘He cannot come when he has always been there.’ Ella taunts. It has already been two days and I have never heard about anyone from anyone. But that’s okay. Like Whatever! Who cares if my wedding is scheduled and the entire Jindal Mansion is buzzin
____________________________________ Twenty years back... (Omma’s POV) The night sky illuminated the streets alongside the passing cars. The weather was as cold as it could get. I watched him intertwine his hands in hopes of warming up just a bit. I do not mimic his actions. Instead, I rub my palms all over my arms. A small grin radiated on his face. ‘I do not understand you, mother. You yelled at me for being so loud when you were trying to sleep and now you are walking me to the store in thirteen degrees. Why are she-wolves so complicated?’ Si-Hyuk chuckled, looking over my shoulder. His instincts were alert as always when both of us knew we were strolling in the safest of the places out there. Chaitali was our own town. It was the wolf’s territory but Si-Hyuk was trained to doubt the smooth waters. Being a spy, he has learnt to be alert and over-cautious. In his books, anything could be dangerous, even walking beside the she-wolf who had born him in her womb for three month
I never felt like this was the right moment for the world to end before, but tonight is an exception. I am literally pulling my hair out of frustration. This has to be the worst day of my life. I am always optimistic and everything but dude, this is something beyond. I can never take it.'YAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' Yeah that's just me and just because I am in admin and I should act professional and bullshit does not mean I cannot lose my shit.'Why the hell? How? This! Oh, God!' Yeah. Just a little me trying to get my shit together.'Kavishuuuu!' I am heaving like a punk masturbating on the rainy winter night. My Beta came jogging up to me in a snap. He is guarded while I am anything but that. I am a fucking mess.'What the freaking hell is wrong with this piece of shit here?' I point at my computer system which has crashed just now. It's a tragedy that I won't be able to come out ever again.Kavishlooked over my shoulder with squinting eyes.Sexy! Kevin growls.Not now you moron. I snap.
The next morning Si-Hyuk was gone to some distant land, shuffling through forbidden truths, dodging bullets, and knocking off enemies. If not? Well…I’ve always imagined him doing it. His work ethic refrained him from telling me about the locations and parties or matters incidental thereto. Mysteries surrounded him wherever he went. His work was always confidential and beyond the bounds of danger. As a General, he was expected to be at places of all sorts to finish tasks that could not have been undertaken by anyone but his brave soul faced it head unfazed by the threat. To date, I am clueless about his work regimes, clients, and informers. I have received and answered dozens of his correspondence past his demise. Alpha Vinayaka told him, he received messages almost daily but none could comprehend the coded language he used to communicate with his informers. I do not know how he served the Pack or how he met Lavinia —the mistress of a rich businessman. Only he had to undertake mul
Ibhaan’s Head: Despise; is a very strong emotion. And I don’t like to use it often. It just feels negative and I don’t appreciate much negativity. My feelings of despise have exclusive exposure. My disposal is limited to three things in the world. The list is topped by serpents, to say the least. I absolutely despise carbs and lastly and the most—I hate Duong and a specifically admired restaurant that goes by the name Tiffany. Sorry, but I don’t. Kill me, I don’t. Sue me, I don’t. Fuck me in the ass, I still do not. I’d rather suck my own dick but eat in that dimly lit little crackpot in the middle of Duong or anything prepared by them. It’s a mysteriously ugly catastrophe hidden under the mist. It is unnoticeable and yet to be shattered by a thunderstrike. The place, its owner, their services: everything is disgusting—plain and incessant, tastes like a pup’s poop, and smells like rotten meat. Nothing can change that! Nobody. Yeah, not a single soul on the planet can co
The end of the world is here. If not the whole universe, at least I will be a slice of dead meat soon. ‘You are gonna do what?’ I gape at my would-be a bride is nothing less than sheer astonishment. To say, I am stunned would be an understatement. I am shocked by the state of paralysis. ‘I am gonna defend Lily in the court of law. I would be her attorney. I have a degree for nothing. I will bring her out. She did not commit a crime. Roaming around Shaach-eero ain’t a sin. Why is she being treated like an animal? Because she is a serpent? Nope! It won’t be happening anymore. She is as much a supernatural as I am!’ Arin hisses in my ear. And for once, I am grateful for her whispering. I have yet to properly apologise for the violence and I was about to come begging at my knees. I just never got the right time. I had to fly all the way to Daisis’es Regiment for a deal. Meanwhile, Mr Jindal seized the opportunity to steal her away. And now…I am not sure of anything.‘Are you mad?’ I s
Ibhaan's HeadThese monsters! I wanna tear away their arms and beat each of them with the wet end. Who the fuck has given them the authority to poke their noses in others' business. Get lost already!I groan internally. Some charming life I have that does not even permit an external groan. ‘Thank you.’ Subhaan puts his microphone on the table, having done answering the questions and inviting the paparazzi to Huine’s birthday bash coverage. He is polite, charming, and at ease. He smiles at the camera, wiping the sweat off his nose with a hand napkin. Even that earns awe-worthy glances from the staff. How? I just wanna know how? H. O. W? He elegantly gestures to his Beta, inviting him at his ear level before he whispers something to Gustu. The latter nods and then Subhaan is beaming again while I marvel at his abilities openly. There are quite a few things that I envy about my people. First: Subhaan's confidence and his headband certainty. The situation is damned, this wolf is a
‘Good evening, Alpha. The first reporter bows.’ I tilt my head in acknowledgement, not trusting my voice yet. Good evening. Good fucking evening? Damn, dude! Just flicker your magic wand and get done with it. Yo, Nick. We can do it, right? She did not do anything wrong. She was gone. Anyone can be drunk and moronic and maniac and insult the first son. No biggy! It isn’t her fault. My Arin is innocent. The circumstances were terrible. We were at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong vampire. I cling to an overly ethical wolf for validation. I hate how timid I sound even in my head for I already know what Nick might believe. He won’t listen to anything less than the truth. Honestly, Bro. I wish I could agree. I badly want to. I am in an ethical dilemma right now. This just doesn’t feel alright. Nick responds, making a cowering shiver run down my spine. Be Honest! Everything else will take care of itself. I try to absorb his iconic advice with a smile. It makes