My lovelies
Please accept my apologies for not updating for so long.
I'm currently in my exam prep, and my thesis is due by the 27th of May.
After that, I will have a bit more air to breathe and also write. By the end of June, I will finally be over with all my exams and I will hopefully get my Law School Degree :D
That means: From July on you will get a lot of updates. I have my book about Nerthus and Arawn fully outlined now, and I hope you will enjoy all the exciting things I have prepared for you.
I thank you with all my heart for bearing with me and for all your patience and support <3
Hopefully, I will get to update another chapter or two before the end of June :) And will definitely post more regularly in June.
XoXo,
ShelaghArawnMy men had spent quite a good amount of time, looking into the murder cases. But even after asking the underbosses and interrogating the people who could have witnessed something in the respective districts, they came back with nothing.Which bothered me because this has never happened.And even if I normally wouldn’t care much about the matter, and New York was surely not Disney Land, I couldn’t let it go.Not if it was so close that it seemed to come for Nerthus.After I got the profile made by the profilers, I already thought that Derek wouldn’t quite match the picture. He was a sunny boy, always known to enjoy partying with women. He didn’t seem the type who wanted to cancel and humiliate them.But I couldn’t ignore what Vito had said, so I stuck with it.Until we found him in a rehab clinic, still trying to cope with his injuries.Well, damn it. My boots hit the wooden tiles of the pedestrian overpass, generating a hollow sound as I reach the hut to meet Mattia. He is alre
Arawn Clearing my throat, I finally get their attention back on me. Nerthus lays a hand on her hat as she turns towards me. “I know him.”She laughs as I squint my eyes at her. “I gathered that.”“Oh, you old grumpy man,” she laughs, stepping back towards me. “He is the one I had to talk to you about. The one who helped me out.”My eyes widen as I look back up at Mattia who is now wearing his usually happy demeanor. “Nerthus is your tea?”“Why does everyone keep calling me your tea?” Nerthus asks under her breath, making me chuckle.“You helped her move districts?” I ask back at him, and he nods.Nerthus inhales sharply as she turns back around, grabbing my arm in the process. “He also saved me the time we met, actually.”“Oh, no. It was nothing. Don’t tell him that,” Mattia groans, but Nerthus shakes her head.“There was a guy with a knife. The fucker had surely taken the thing with him from his mother’s kitchen. I mean it was a huge butcher thingy.” She starts enthusiastically while
Arawn She beams at me, nodding. “Of course.”“Danny is my half-brother,” I say lowly, and she gasps.“I beg your pardon?” She looks around as her voice got a little bit high-pitched. "Wasn't he your father's right hand's son?"Pushing my plate from me, I take another sip of my drink. “Yeah. I took a DNA test a few years ago. As my father and his right hand died, Annie made a strange statement. At first, I didn’t give it much thought, but after sticking with me for a few days, it started eating my brain up. So, I took him for another ice cream. I nearly felt guilty as he was so happy, but I just needed to get a sample from him.”“Oh, my God. He will lose his mind if you tell him,” she says, making me smile sadly.Scratching my chin, I click my tongue. “I thought about it. But then decided against it. His father is his idol. Losing that idea of being his son surely will have him falling apart. And he is already unstable as it is. I know that I will have to tell him, but I have to wait
Nerthus “And you are sure that we are allowed to do that?” Danny whispers as he follows me to the elevators.I wave at the security guards standing behind the reception, making them wave back at us with huge smiles on their faces. They look like the usual security workers in their boring little uniforms, but after all the time I spent walking through these halls, I am quite sure that those are just mockups and that they are like former special forces, who want to have a chill job after their service.“I have a key, haven’t I?!” I ask back with a chuckle.As the elevator doors close, he starts fidgeting nervously. “Relax. You will drop the decorations.”We are currently on the way to Arawn’s penthouse with two boxes filled with decorations for our Christmas tree. Danny was nearly losing it as I went to pick him up at home with Dario. But now, he must be thinking that we are breaking into Arawn’s apartment and getting cold feet.I chuckle to myself as I obviously got Arawn’s permission
I was 15 when I first sold myself. Setting it up through a cousin of mine, I got quite good money for my virginity. And while the other girls were telling their awkward stories or crying over their heartbreak, I soon discovered that mine was quite the best way to go. Boys were idiots anyway. Pretty little puppies that were ready to pay to not be left alone. At the age of 17, I moved out and went to live in the city. My cousin knew a guy who owned a house where people like me could stay. Nobody asks questions, everybody minds their own business. I shared a room with a woman named Hoang Lan. She came from Vietnam. She had been sold out far younger than me, as her parents were poor and needed the money. A girl is just a burden in a world made for boys. The difference between Lan and me was that while I paid a provision to my cousin and was allowed to keep a bit of money for myself, she never saw a dime. Her pimp paid for what she needed, and the rest was sent directly to her parents. S
Nerthus “She was everything I had.” I roll my eyes internally as I comfort the man crying next to me. “Oh, poor Max. I’m sure Yuppie will look down on you and is always with you.” Yes, he just lost his cat a few days ago. As I got off the streets, I was surprised how many men just booked me to talk or go out without even touching me. Society can be really hard on men without an appropriate companion. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for any easily earned money. And I don’t enjoy a man’s touch particularly. But I’m not good with people. I’m better in bed. So, having people wanting to act as a babysitter or a shrink weighs on me. I prefer being fucked from the moment I get in, to the moment I get out. If there is no talking, it is even better. “Maybe there is something I can do, to make you feel better, Max?” I purr, moving my hand over his leg and he lifts his head out of his hands and stares at me incredulously. “You can’t bring her back, can you?!” He shouts before starting
Nerthus Of course, I never have to wait long in such an outfit at this hour. I try to keep the conversation with my cabdriver to a minimum. Fortunately, he talks so much that I can keep my answers short. I really don’t like conversing with men when I’m not getting paid for it. He drives me across the buzzing city like he wants to establish a new record and I nearly get to re-taste my coffee. Arrived at the beautiful office building near Madison Square Garden, I take the elevator to a floor at a dizzy high. As I step out of the elevator, I enter a bumbling world of its own. My high heels clack on the tiled floor as I reach the large and elegant reception. The massive desk reflects the sand-colored tiles of the floors and outshines it with incorporated embellishments in gold and brown. The letters of the agency name thrones on it prominently, following the color pattern. Fabulous Companion Putting my hands on the chilly surface of the reception desk, I clear my throat before speak
Nerthus I slip out of my heels with a sigh and throw my bag on my white couch in the living room. The happiness I feel every time I get home is something I still can’t believe. The money I spent on having it furnished in white and dark brown colors, to have it lined with white and grey tiles and to have the white walls worked in stucco, might be extortionate, but I don’t regret even a dime. I also put a lot of effort into decorating the rooms with fresh flowers and mostly yellow or pink home accessories. My love for modern art that I got to know through my many advanced trainings sponsored by the agency, manifests itself through the colorful artworks I have hanging on the walls. Apart from that, my apartment is pretty clinical. I don’t have anything personal on display. Not that I would have any pretty memories to disclose. I like to say that my apartment is just like me. Fully pragmatic. After taking a short shower, I slip into an oversized shirt and cotton shorts. While my pasta