Things have been going pretty smoothly since then. People have started to put their trust in me. I was the one who saved their beloved king from perpetual damage and impeding bad luck, but mistakes have been made. We did not realize it, not even when the guards were collecting the bodies of the deceased banshees and none pointed out that one body.That one body whose neck was twisted and no needle across their corpse.Matters were taken lightly, and since then... Lucien and I have gotten even more closer. Unexpected. I did not expect the puppy love of his to thaw my heart like this. The love and care in his eyes makes me melt every time.Like right now too."Do you want some more?" He asks me for the beans whilst I gently shake my head. A smile on my face of course. "You may continue, love." I swear I heard the group of bad natured women beside me growl underneath their breaths. But hey, I've also discovered one thing. I love irritating and annoying people. Especially my foes. The
"Super freaky, huh?" My consequences have an identity and a name. It's Lucien. Sighing heavily, I turn around to find Lucien waving off to the guy who holds an umbrella above his head. Taking the glasses off, Lucien walks across me to open the car door."You're right, Jasmine. The driver shall be disturbed. That's why it's only me and Laura going to the site, aight?" Lucien says and I almost feel my ears bleeding. Did I hear that right? With sheer anxiety, I get inside as the driver quickly makes his way out of the seat. I watch the tall man walk around the deck of the car and occupy the driver's seat beside me.For a fun fact, I haven't ever been invited to sit in the shotgun seat. It was always me with my bike or the lounge like seating behind. I smile at Jasmine who shakes her head at something Lucien does behind my back. Eden was right there behind Jasmine, coming down the stairs. Waving at him, he gives a much enthusiastic as well as a sassy wave. I know what he means by that.
Lucien's POV Her brown hair is entangled into my bare arm. She sleeps soundly, and I shall curse myself if she was awake because of me. Gently putting her back on the bed after freeing myself from her locks, I realize we were kind of sweating. Smiling nonetheless, I see her turn in her sleep. Deciding to get a few things cleared from my thoughts, I get up to walk towards the balcony.Filling myself a glass of red wine, I sip the savory sweet flavor which eases my mind. Just a bit. I wish there was a sure way to see through the future and predict things right away. Since morning, there has been an undying thought inside me. "What if the closest person to you betrays you?" It was like my inner consciousness was fighting against the world. When that question came to my mind, the only person I thought of was Laura.She has become the epicenter of my whole existence. I didn't care about the world. Heck! I was even ready to give up on the title of the King for her! I am that bound to her
What could they sirens be thinking now?The question has been lingering in my mind for way too long now. A glass of wine in my hand and a person staring comcernlynat my back. Turning around, I find Laura wanting to speak something, but far too shy to do so."You can tell me, Laura." It has been a few hours since the sirens have poofed into thin air. Laura has been concerned for the kingdom since then.Or maybe she is just thoughtful for herself and her hidden plan with the Sirens. Blood loving, ungracious sirens."Calm and collected. How are you experienced with their disappearance." Her shoulders up and body stiff, she asks me."Well," The breeze falls on my bare back as I smile, "They never left a note. Nor can I determine who was that for." I say. There is an unexplained contour in her face as I see under the moonlight. She approaches me, like a cautious deer against the lake shore,"Then I'll be blessed if it was for you." Saying, she kisses my cheek to go to sleep. I smirk, under
Laura's POV Confessions. They're such a pain.Lying down on the bed, I realise the man across my head is nonchalantly silent. Unlike his usually self where he'd kill me with jokes. I found it rather awkward this way. The silence is threatening."So... have you found anything about the Banshee attack?""If you're asking for any leads in this stupid search, then no. Not yet. We have lost our way." I sit upright. "Lost your way?" He wasn't exactly the type to forget and forgo. Something was definitely wrong and I was going to find out through this questioning."If I may know, why did you order them to come back? The investigation might go on." His head turns towards me. As expected, he has a confused and doubtful expression towards me."I know because I've heard you talking." I mumble, my head low."You shouldn't eavesdrop on me. People will consider that dangerous." I gasp. Why did he say that to me? Our eyes remain locked for as long as I can remember. My breathing was shallow and ra
My Phoenix.His genetically modified alpha blood.Who shall win this round?There's only one way we can find out. Screaming atop our lungs, we charge at each other with nothing but fists. I do not even know when, but I suddenly sprout my wings and it furiously takes a flip. I almost crash into him, but the speed gave me an advantage to knock him off his expected outcome as I punch him square in the jaw.I realized these wings needs focus to be using them, that's why I almost fell off the broken terrace and probably ended my life. Snarling, I get back to my feet, charging back towards him who was about to attack me like a circus bull. He was charging at me, ready to kick me off the cliff of the building and fall to my death. "Save yourself the trouble, Laura! Let me kill your betraying kind so everyone learns not to mess with my fuccing feelings!" He screams atop the sounds of rain and thunder. The light briefly shows me his face as I read his emotions right off the bat.He's... regr
[11 years ago, North Atlantic Ocean]It was the beginning of a tempest. Young Lucien along with his parents were on the ship, traveling with a few other crew members. Lucien had always felt bitterness towards the sea. It was not their terrain, he knows. Something which isn't yours to walk on... it may pose grave danger. The eight year old young prince of the Moonshine Pack arrives at the deck and points towards the horizon. The horizon, however was almost invisible to the naked eye. It was hidden behind the mist of the tempest. The boat was making him nauseous, but he still manages a smile onto his pretty face and points at the horizon in his vision."Ma! I want to go there! The sea is too... scary." The child calls. The mother, Luna of the pack, chuckles and brings her son's arm down as she bends to his height. "Look, Lucien. This is a very important mission for us all. Your father is the one teaching you things while you are expected to learn by observation. Don't get me wrong, m
Prince Lucien hadn't known the consequences of dealing with a virus around the air. He was left to live all alone again, since none of the people he saved for building the pack of his own in this lonely island cooperated with him.He demanded slavitude and subjugation from the five men and women, and when they irritated him, he broke their necks with mere efforts of his left hand. The boy was hungry now, he hadn't taken the risk to enter deeper into the forest and land himself into irreversible trouble. The whole island seemed strange to the kid, like it was out of a science fiction movie but much worse, almost depicting all the bad parts instead of the good.Hunger was an emotion, and a child can never resist such. With the blood smeared upon him of the many werewolves of his own pack, he sniffles in the snot and limps his way through the thickness of the shrubs which he planned on never exploring whilst staying here.He might as well leave with the ship, but he knew that he couldn't