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I banged on the door and tried the knob several times, but it wouldn’t budge. Even the windows were locked. Who could have done this?! My breath started to feel heavy and I slumped down on the floor, my back leaning against the door.What if no one heard me? Would I have to stay in here all night? The thought caused my body to hyperventilate. I had been once trapped and it wasn’t a great experience. My throat felt dry and I chugged some water from my bottle down the throat.Calm down, I kept chanting inside my head. Someone would come for my help. I took deep breaths to normalize my breathing but all of a sudden, my vision turned dark and I saw myself in a hospital room.Rows of beds with people lying on them came into my view. The nurses were running around as if panicked about something. I looked around and my eyes fell on two tall ladies in gowns. One of them wore a brown gown while the other wore black. They were talking about something.“We can’t stay here. They will attack and ki
What I read in the article and saw in the pictures shook me. In the article of the blog, it was written that in 1950, there was a fire in the Winterville Hospital that caused the deaths of all the people residing there. Not a single person lived, and no injured person data. All were claimed to be dead due to the hospital fire.After the incident, the hospital was shut down permanently and later one of the founders of Wilfair transformed the hospital into an institution. The institution was my college. Winterville was named after the hospital that was burned down in the 1950s!So the vision I saw this time was not the present or the future. But it was the past. And that was the reason the room and corridor looked oddly familiar. It was the corridor of the college, only in the state before it was renovated.But why did I see this vision? What did it get to do with me?My thoughts were broken by a burning smell coming from behind me and I turned around to find the smell coming from the mi
He licked the portion of my upper hand where the crumbs were and then slid to my middle finger and he sucked it in. My jaw dropped at what he did. He looked at me before closing his eyes and started sucking my middle finger quite hard.My hand froze and despite my mind screaming, I could not move my hand. A sudden heat pooled down my waist and turned liquid down into my undergarment. Oh, Lord. He kept sucking my middle finger and pushed deep into his throat.I could feel the heat of his mouth mixed with the wetness of his tongue lapping against my skin. My mind wandered in different directions until it started to form scenes of him on top of me. He did not stop and licked and sucked at the same time, his actions intensifying with each stroke.My legs felt boneless and wobbled. Thanks to the chair I was sitting on, my did not drop on the floor. Seconds later, he stopped and pulled away. I was left speechless, my face burning hot red, my undergarment wet. I had to bite my lips to stifle
I pursed my lips, “I didn’t know that. I am sorry to cause you trouble like this. I didn’t want to disturb you, since I am not sure about our relationship.” His brows furrowed, “What are you not sure about?” “Well…for starters, nothing about us matches. You kill people like they mean nothing. I understand some deserve that. But not every life out there deserved to be ended. But it is something you have to do since this is what your life is. Mine is different. I cannot handle bloodshed all the time. I don’t know if we should be—” I stopped speaking when a growl erupted in the room, causing my body hair to stand in attention. A chill ran down my spine like a caress when he pulled me even more closer to him, my bosom touching his chest. My blood turned warm and a deep flush rushed over to my cheeks when I felt his hot breath over me. “I will say this once and I want you yo get this clear in your head, my sweet kitten. You belong to me in every way possible and you have no escape from
I was left gobsmacked. That was it? He was not going to go finish what he started?Frustration started to build inside me o better to say between my legs, as my core begged for his attention. Yet I got none. He placed another kiss on my forehead and rose from his chair. I watched him lick his upper lip and my heart pounded against my chest, my body aching with a sinful need that he left me hung over on.I waited. I waited for him to pull me onto his lap as he did. But it never came. Instead, he gave me a long, heated stare, desire clear in his eyes. He did not make any move except turn and walk away from the dining room.I was left as a heated mess, my lungs panting for air, my insides groaning with a window-shuttering growl. Well, I wasn’t a werewolf, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t howl like one. The only difference was, it would come out like the whimpers of a cat. Just the name he gave me…kitten.A smile curled the edges of my lips, but a strange desire pooling between my legs over
I asked in curiosity, "So Asphalt has been there the whole time with me?" Dominic replied with a thoughtful look on his face, "Yes. He likes to sleep with you. There might be other things he does with you…" he drawled and I springed to my feet on the floor. "What?!" Dominic looked at the distance created between us due to me jumping off the bed. He growled, his eyes turning bright red and veins appearing on his face, his canines showing. A chill ran down my spine, but the sense of astonishment at his appearance overwashed it. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back on the bed. Once he had put me down, he pinned my hands against the bed and hovered on top of me. Electricity crackled and spread into my body, down my waist. "Don't try to move away when sleeping. Neither do Asphalt nor I like it. He especially likes to have you close to him," his voice was a little more rough than before and it sounded like not one but two people were talking at the same time. I swallowed the lu
In the morning, Dominic was driving me to the college and I had a thought revolving in my head constantly. I turned at him, and my eyes fell on how the light from the car widow highlighted his high cheekbones. He looked focused ahead as he drove. He looked handsome when he did what he liked. If Asphalt had seen me in the Whitlock mansion years before, it meant he knew he was waiting to mate me for five years?! Five years was a lot of time for someone to lose interest and move on. Yet here he was, driving me to college. It took a lot of dedication to love someone and wait for that long. Was it the right thing for me to make him wait when him waiting for me for this long already proved that he was dedicated? I pursed my lips. "Something on your mind?" Dominic asked, but did not spare a look at me. "I remember something from Halloween. I was wearing a cat costume…actually a kitty costume. Did you give me my nickname from that incident?" I asked, intently staring at him. He smiled a
My eyes fell on the bruises the girl had on her neck and face which she tried to cover up with a layer of foundation. But being a victim of physical abuse, I could catch it easily. My brows furrowed as she pressed her lips, her body trembling a little. She pulled up her glasses on the bridge of her nose and looked down at the floor as if realizing she was guilty.“Can I talk to you…for a second?” she asked, her voice soft like earlier that day.“I have my next class. My attendance would be at risk if I waste my time talking to you right now,” I said, my voice a little harsher than I intended it to be. She literally locked me in a classroom, I had the right to be angry.But the curiosity of what she had to speak of made me decide otherwise and say, “Just two minutes. Then I will leave.”She nodded and then looked around the washroom, checking if we were alone or not. Then she spoke, “I am sorry for what happened last day. It was—”“An accident?” I raised a brow at her. If she thought sh