JASMINE’S POV It’s been four days after my futile attempt to escape with Noah avoiding being in the same room with me. We started an insane routine of privacy and withdrawal, with me waking up in my assigned room each morning to Emerald’s vibrant voice and carrying out the day in a dark room with just a stick of candle that I have to magically turn on, which I must add hasn’t been very fruitful, and then going back to bed tired and frustrated. The tiredness comes from having to stay in a dark room and somehow turn into Harry Potter without a wand, having to stare into the darkness for hours without doing anything but focus on something but nothing in particular, and despite Emerald’s advice, nothing ever happens. The frustration comes from having to hear Noah’s voice, see his face, get inches close to his godly, drool-worthy body, get turned on and needy with fantasies and imagination but then having him avoid being around me for more than two seconds and making me feel like he’s s
NOAH’S POVI see the determined look in her eyes as she probes me for an honest answer and I realize that she has no intention of letting it go, so I move away from her, creating some distance between us before I throw all forms of sensible reasoning out the window and ravage her just as my body badly craves.I sit on the bed somewhat stalling before I have to answer her question because I’m certain that there’s no way in hades that she’ll like my response.“ It’s a gift.” I simply to avoid giving her the answer to the actual meaning of what her question implied.“ I know, but considering that you’ve not said a word to me for days now, I would think there’s a deeper meaning to this gift.” She says with resolve and certainty as she looks crossly at me, with her voice firmer than its raspy aroused tone a minute ago.I remain silent for a moment, staring at her compelling eyes and I see the underlying trust and belief that I wouldn’t lie to her and I feel myself slowly losing the ba
JASMINE’S POV I look at the beautiful middle-aged female in front of me, rendering my complete focus to her to avoid thinking about the unbelievably frustrating male in front of me. I left his room with an ache in my heart, a feeling I’ve never had before and it left me disoriented as I recollected every word he said to me and the implication it has on our relationship. “ I’m surprised you remember me, we didn’t even meet officially.” Sharain says to me with an impressed smile on her face. “ I remember seeing you but I’m not sure where or when.” I say to her completely ignoring Noah’s overwhelming presence in the room. His words sliced through me like a razor-sharp blade, and his lack of trust in me was like a painful jab in my heart. “ I can understand that, it has been a while. I attended your grandmother’s funeral.” She says and I immediately recollect seeing her at the extravagant party my brother threw. “ You were the lady who performed on stage right? You rendered an amaz
NOAH’S POV I watch Jasmine’s reaction to all Shania has said closely and not surprisingly I see her zone out as her breathing becomes more rapid as she digests everything that she has just heard. “ Jasmine, are you okay?” I ask her as I move to a seat closer to her, worried that she might not take it well. I take her hand in mine and rub it tenderly as she turns and faces me with a lost look. I can understand why she is feeling this way, it’s a lot to take in that you have lived life in a different skin, being someone else than who you are meant to be and suddenly your entire life purpose is told to have been predestined having connections with all you thought was normal and simple, complicating the memories you have and leaving you shallow, feeling like a newborn in a life you have lived for years. I felt a similar way once. “ Thank you.” She says to Sharain with a lost smile. “ It’s my pleasure Luna.” Sharain says as she stands up “ I’ll leave you both for now.” She says to b
JASMINE’S POV It’s a week after the heartwarming incident with Noah and I’m currently on my bed having just woken up after my afternoon nap which Noah made compulsory every day ever since he took over as my new witch instructor. Ever since the bittersweet incident with him where he finally let me have a glimpse of what lies deep within that ancient, immortal mind of his, things have become tremendously lot smoother between us, as the thick wall of seclusion that he put up isn’t present anymore and I see the real effort he is putting into being open about his emotions. Even though no sexual activity has been carried out between both of us since then, minus the usual zaps of pleasure and sensual tingles when we touch each other, we both put a boundary between our friendly communication with each other and our sexual interaction, limiting as much physical contact as we can aid our cause. Besides, I don’t think I’m even ready to think deeply about the sexual aspect of our relationship
NOAH’S POVToday is the day I dread most in the entire 365 days of the year and each time it comes, it becomes worse to bear as I remember everything that happened and how long people have had to survive with this punishment.One would think that considering how long I’ve lived, this feeling of guilt would get better as each year passes by, but that’s not the case, as it gets a whole lot worse, because I am reminded of all the things I’ve lost and all I’ve made others lose.I was furious, underneath that anger, I was scared and I took it too far, I lost control and everything went haywire.Now look at what I have- happiness, and as much as I try to deny it every day, I feel it blooming in my heart, and every day, as a result of this happiness, I become even more miserable.But today, today just happens to be the day when I have a rush of reasons crowding my mind and reminding me of why I cannot be happy when I made others suffer, reminding me of how incapable I am of being a lead
JASMINE’S POV“ You know you could have told me that your transformation would happen in a flash, at least I would have turned away on time,” I say, glaring at him as he drives us towards the mansion.“ Unlike what you believe, werewolves don't go through long agonizing pain while changing, it's just a simple morphing, just like reshaping an object made of clay- and besides, if I had warned you, I would have gotten to see that stunned and lustful gaze in your eyes,” He says to me with a teasing smirk that makes me want to kick him out of the car and make him run all the way back to the mansion in his wolf form, but instead I glare at him and remain silent.“ Thank you, Jasmine, “ He says to me suddenly with a solemn and grateful tone, bringing my eyes back to him. “For what?” I ask him clueless as to the reason for his sudden gratitude. “ For coming to get me,” He says with the calmest and most sincere tone he has ever used.He looks at me directly in my eyes and at this mome
THIRD PERSON POV Running through the dusty desert is an easy feat, nothing that can prove to be a form of resistance, even the wind seems to flow in a rhythm with a relatable aura, deadly and lethal. The void in the vast land projects the comfort of isolation, a very familiar feeling, one that clings like the sand to his shoes. Lien has his mind set on reaching his goal, even with his limited span of time to stay on the earth. The Egyptians had proven to have excellent foresight when they made the desert anti-magic, ensuring that any being who set foot in the desert and tried to claim their treasure would go through agonizing torment first. before they were killed and made to rot in the deserted land and their carcass, used as a sufficient replenishment of its ancient magic. But in every situation, there is always a loophole, and Lien knows this. He knows these risks and holds on to his determination to arrive at his destination and retrieve his target, as he races through the h