Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)
I smiled and giggled a little bit as Alessandro blushed deeply.
“Aww, it is okay. I think it will be fun to throw paper balls at you whenever I get bored or hungry. Whichever comes first, also this is your office. You should not give it up for someone else’s convenience, but I do appreciate the gesture. You are sweet.”
I pinched his cheek which caused him to blush even more and smack my hand away from his face.
“Shut up.”
I chuckled at his childish response.
“Okay, so give me a tour of my desk.”
“Okay well, that is your desktop, it has every software needed for you to fulfill necessary tasks daily along with some things that I may send you every now and then. The laptop is for your own personal use. It is
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)It is about the end of the workday for Alessandro and me. I had a really great day today. As my first day on the job, I could honestly say that I found the correct work environment for myself. Everyone respected me a lot, here at work and it was not the type of respect that came as a result of dictatorship, it came from pure democracy. I was charismatic, and respectful myself toward my work colleagues and even made a couple of friends.After Alessandro gave me a tour of the office, we dove into work straight away. Work did not feel like work, rather it felt relaxing and fun. Although the workload was a bit heavy, I did not feel overwhelmed by the pressure at all, and I took my time as I continued to work so that I could produce quality content. When lunchtime came around, Alessandro and I were both too busy with work to even consider going out to eat, so we simply made a meal out of whatever we could use from the fridge. Thank
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)Dimitri began to drag his finger along my skin before he stuck his hand under my shirt to caress my ribs. Due to the fact that I am highly ticklish, the instance his finger made contact with my ribs, I jumped, and the bottom half of my body rubbed against Dimitri.Oh no.I did not mean for that to happen.“Mm, I see that the wh*re wants me just as badly as I want her.” Dimitri taunted.“What do you want from me Dimitri? Must you haunt me everyday for fun?” I asked Dimitri.“I want you…I want your powers. I want to be able to harness them. See, while I was away on my little trip after Adelina cursed me or whatever, I went on a little detour through Europe and finally China. When you think Dragon, you think Chinese or Japanese right? That is what I thought as well. Lucky me for having a brain and knowing how to use it. So, I went to China in search of a witch or an
Isla Kalshnikov (P.O.V.)I continued running until I saw the makeshift forest ahead of me. It always made me wonder how the magic of the forest did not die with my parents, but I guess now I have the answer. They were never dead.I could run through there and risk getting lost by myself or I could follow the road and hope that Dimitri has some sort of common sense in him to not attack me in public.While I kept on running, I thought about what I should do. However, before I could make up my mind, I was tackled to the ground. Thankfully, the soft lawn under me was enough to break my fall.“We got a runner folks. Did you honestly think you could get away from me?” Dimitri asked as he weighed his body down on mine to keep me from getting up.I grunted as I struggled to lift his body to get him off of me.
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)When Alessandro and I made it back inside of the house, we immediately made our way to my bedroom. As I laid him down on the bed to rest, as he was in a bit of pain, I made my way into my parents’ room to fetch some clothes for him.My father was a small man and in comparison, to Alessandro, he was tiny. However, I do recall my father owning a few shirts that I bought for him when I was younger. Little me may have overestimated how much of a giant my father really was not because the shirt was about three times his size. I dove into their dresser, making sure to steer clear of the underwear drawer and I searched for the shirt.Conveniently, my mother also kept brand new boxers in the closet for my father because he had a tendency to tear his clothes regularly. I would not even know how and why that occurred and I do not think I want to know either.I found the pack of boxers and the shirts, and I returned t
Alessandro Petrov (P.O.V.)I watched as Isla walked away and I grateful that she did because my junk was at full attention at this point. You may ask yourself, why is it even that way right now. Isla did not do anything extravagant and make that happen. You would assume it is because I am just naked and I am alone with my mate but it is not that.It is the chemistry I felt with her. The chemistry that was in the making as she sat on the floor with me. The little moment of play fighting with her unlocked a short moment of childishness in me that I had locked away years ago when my siblings died. I had been so focused on resenting my mother for leaving us to work that I had forgotten what it was like to just be a child and not worry about anything.With Isla, I had the opportunity to do just that. When she is around me, al
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)“Wow, my hair feels so soft and fluffy. Come feel it. Feel it!” Alessandro said excitedly for like the fifth time as he grabs my hand and pulls it so that he can place it on his head.I rolled my eyes again and glared at him.“Yes! I know your hair is soft, I was the one to wash it.” I snapped at him, and he looked at me and pouted.“You yelled at me.” He said in a baby voice.He looks so adorable.“And I will do it again, now behave.” I retorted and laid down on the bed.We had just gotten out of the shower and were both in our robes. I am completely nude under my robe, whereas Alessandro was forced to put on a pair of boxers because his junk kept randomly getting hard and poking through the opening of the robe. He claimed that it kept happening only because he felt happy and this is the only time, in years that he ever felt like this. His excu
Alveric Valentine (P.O.V.)Finally!! They have started to remember again. The guardians, they have started recalling bits and pieces of information about themselves. They have yet to remember anything about Isla specifically, but they know the general information. They have the general idea down packed and that is the most important thing. It is a big step in the right direction, and I am so relieved to witness this progress right now.I rejoiced internally as I continued to care for them. They have not been the most talkative but they have been making some progress on registering what is happening to them and all that is occurring around them.We still have a lot of work to do.I gathered a few pictures of Isla and I accumulated them in a pile. Since it has been a while since they were brought back from the dead, I did not have to worry about overwhelming them with so many memories that I end up traumatizing their brain. I had Edit
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)I was in a dark room, but I felt like I was not alone. The room was pitched black so I could not see anything through the darkness that consumed me, but I felt the presence of something…or someone behind me. I closed my eyes for a second to regain control of my nerves. My anxiety increased overwhelmingly, and I felt myself shaking. I figured that I should try to get out of the room, but for some reason my feet felt heavy.All of a sudden, I heard footsteps behind me followed by heavy breathing. I tried to run but I could not. It is like I had forgotten how to move my body. Suddenly a hand grabs me and yanks my body to the floor. As I was falling onto the floor, I closed my eyes as I anticipated the impact. My free hand was flailing and grasping at air because I was desperately trying to find something to grasp onto to brace my fall.Unfortunately, there was nothing to hold onto. I felt my body falling