Ibhaan’s Head: Arin has developed an obsession with lavender, jasmine, and orchids recently. She has grown a bit bolder and more aggressive. Almost all of her products—from shampoo, to shower gel, and bathrobes—every single merchandise have a shade of variety. There are twelve shades of nail paints all lavenders amongst the pool of many. Her cosmetic collection is ready to give others Luna’s complex. I don’t have the heart to walk in her closet. I prefer the wardrobe collection to remain a mystery. Besides, her preferences seem to have waived off a bit. She is not being touchy anymore. Rather, she is piqued. It’s like walking on bombshells. You can never guess when it would blow off. ‘Has the bee-stung done it? Why the hell do I find it amusing?’ I nibble on my lower lips as I try to recall the…umm…incident early morning. ‘Why the hell did I do what I did?’ I contemplate, typing furiously on my laptop. For a bystander, I might seem engrossed in work but only I know how satisfyi
‘I want to go out.’ I told the she-wolf who I have figured out works as Luna’s Personal Secretary, governance, and mentor Momo as I pushed the plate away. The sight of a little octopus wiggling makes my stomach churn. How can that abominable piece of shit be someone’s favourite? Not only are the wolves monsters walking on two legs in shifted forms, but they are also unbearable. They eat animals alive! Surely, Serpents like to feast on other animals too—mostly mice, and rat hunters. It is part of the ecosystem and functions accordingly. Nevertheless, none is swallowed alive. What’s the point in finding pleasure in someone’s agony? It’s unjustifiable in whatever way I could think of. Get it away from me! Ella hisses her anguish. I look up at Momo who looks around me with the eyes of a hawk. Her postures are rigid and disciplined. The stern glare (a permanent expression) clearly gives do-not-dare-mess-with-me-unless-you-want-your-bones-broken vibes. Her broad shoulder, built-up
Lizzian's HeadThe paths of the Seoraksan are as familiar as the back of my hand. I can cross every nook and walk around every corner with closed eyes. Every slippery slope where I used to crawl without a care in the world calls out to me. The rock bottom where I feasted on freshly laid eggs stares at me with accusing eyes. ‘Where have you been all this long?’ It whines in a hushed whisper. Nodding, the shushing wind that brought a misty fragrance of river, agrees. Still, the land that stretched beyond it, welcomes me with open arms—every tiny detail engraved in my memory that has resurfaced like a broken dam. ‘You sure you want to take your stroll here, Luna?’ A dreadful voice somehow has gathered the courage to question my decision. Craning my neck a bit, I glare at her hotly. I badly want those laser lights in my eyes to burn whoever summons my inner demon. ‘Yeah! The air is fresh here. Do you mind it?’ I speak through gritted teeth, eyeing the indispensable chauffeur through t
Lizzy's Head: ‘They? Who? What are you talking about?’ I quiz, looking around. In the distance, the shrub ruffles, cricket sings, and the wind picks up speed. Maybe it is the illuminated darkness, I feel a sudden drop in the temperature. ‘J-Jinns! My mother told me the Jinns stay quite active during the night a-and they love long hair.’ Lily stutters, making my eyes go soccer balls. The Jinn’s residence! I almost forgot them. There are rumours surrounding their existence, powers, and evil deeds. The mother serpents often use the tales to discipline the delinquent children. They are supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous, seductive, and powerful. Besides, they have a knack of obsession within themselves. I remember an elder governess once told me how addicted Jinns tend to become. ‘They love long black hair and pale complexion. They love running their arms along the length and feel the softness and texture. It satisfies them. Moreover, there are endless tales of how sexually agg
‘He does it again and I might slap him. It’s so gross.’ Sierra whispers in my ear sharply. She grunts some inaudible words under her breath that I am sure would be fun to hear. I shrug. What else can I do except help her with my exclusive reservoir of vocabulary to let her frustration out? ‘Say it again…’ The wolf cooed again in a timid baby voice. I want to puke my guts out. And if I am on that I’d rather puke myself out all over him. He should at least know what it feels like to stink so bad. Stingly asshole! Damn it! Can anyone imagine watching a grown up giant Alpha wolf acting all cute and behaving like a fucking toddler? I might as well leave this planet willing. I roll my eyes as I gape at the disgusting couple. An no! It ain’t Ibhaan I am talking about. Internally, I am trying to burn the side of the wolf—alas, Ella is powerless! ‘Who do you think you are calling a powerless, filthy serpent?’ The drowsy snake stirred awake in a jolt. ‘I am not powerless, you are brain
The Auditorium is stuffed to the brim with a suffocating amount of wolves scattered everywhere like tiny insects. To my left, I see a podium for VVIPs where only the Lycan Mena and Luna Queen Alejendro are seated. Ibhaan helps me on the couch assigned for us before he jumps beside me with a soft pulp and waves the balloon in the air. The audience hoots when cameraman focuses on his biceps. My mouth parts in exhaustion when I overlook the vast field. It is stretched beyond what my eyes could handle. There is a rectangular swimming pool in the centre with bleachers fencing around it. Theglaring lights around focus on something that is yet to unveil. A wolf in a checkered blue shirt and matching aqua blue pants examines the thing. There is a cheer squad, referees, guards, and the general audience. To my right, above the bleacher is a huge flat screen that welcomes everyone. There are cameramen, not one or two, but quite a lot of them. It is obnoxiously loud around and below us. We
Lizzian's Head: ‘Go for it Manvi.’ Ibhaan and Subhaan scream in rhythm, bobbing up and down, resembling the overenthusiastic pups in an amusement park. ‘EAGLES!’ ‘EAGLES!’ ‘EAGLES!’ ‘WE ARE THE BLACK EAGLES!’ The crowd hoots in unison, wagging the accessories in the air. The Alpha brothers are one of them. ‘They are so unprofessional.’ Lily whispers in my ear, leaning over the fencing bleacher. The maids are not allowed in the exclusive pavilion. However, on my insistent, she is made to sit behind me with a sturdy fence parting the section. The hierarchy thing is getting on my nerves. ‘Unsuitable pricks.’ She breathed loud enough for me to hear it. I turn slightly towards her to tell her to maintain silence before her yelpings are overheard and our heads are used in the fields instead of a ball for whatever game it is! Instead, I come face to face with a fuming Sierra. The Queen is clutching her stomach as if in pain. Her face picks up a shade of crimson before it turns
Ibhaan’s Head: It was dark outside when my eyes flung open. The looming darkness found its acquaintances with chilly silence. I gasped to fill my lungs, feeling the walls imbibing closer. The disturbing flashes responsible for perturbation wouldn’t waiver. “I’d never forgive you, you unfaithful dog! One who cannot be faithful to himself is no good at all. You are gonna rot in hell, Alpha. I curse you!” The shaking voice echoes in my ear. I clap both my palms over them to prevent the heartbreaking scream. ‘NO!’ I scream. ‘I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I AM SORRY. I DIDN'T MEAN IT.’ My heart pierces into pieces. But my mouth is sealed. I am helpless and vulnerable.The tear-stained face flashes before my eyes. It was a horrifying sight that has been itching my brain for years now. That face when the soul freed itself from his body…I could never get over it no matter what.“Ibhaan, you dirty douchebag! Tell Em. Tell Me the truth! I didn't do it. Y-you did this to me.” The loud shrills broke my