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32. Saying the Truth.
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Living with the Enemy. 33. Elena Resigned.
Sofia.It was a delightful day and was characterized by the occasional peeking of the sun. A cool breeze rustled in the atmosphere from the west giving a cooling effect to the wedding’s invitees as each took a seat on the gazebo walk’s on either side.Cool classical music played in the background and I could not believe that I was finally getting married to the love of my life, Deangelo. What a memorable day it would turn out to be! Streamers and balloons fluttered in enclosed railings with the vibrant red, green, and blue colors radiating throughout the premises. Rows of luxurious cars stood parked on the far side of the venue’s left and the overhead sun made them glitter.I headed towards where the groom and the entire audience were waiting. I clutched tightly to my mom’s hand as we slowly walked down the path leading to the gazebo. The background music started to fade slowly and was replaced by bridal choruses as heads abruptly turned towards the aisle’s far end where I was making
Living with the Enemy. 34. Bratty Little Boy
Sofia. I watched as Diego shivered so badly while his headache just went worse, and the fact that all of these just happened in a twinkle of an eye is so shocking. After he had gone up to his room while throwing tantrums saying that he wanted Elena back, we did not see him come back down and the alpha had instructed during lunch that we should not go and beg him if he decides to go on yet another hunger strike again because he doe not want him to think he can simply get away with anything by just embarking on a hunger strike. But then, when we had no choice but to check on him for early dinner, we were shocked to find him with his temperature so high and his body shivering like he was thrown in a pool of ice. The alpha looked so concerned and worried about his well being so even though I did not give two fucks about these kids at all, I decided to stay for the night and take care of him. But not without me having my own personal vendetta and which is to be closer to Deangelo of cour
Living with the Enemy. 35. Get her Back.
Deangelo.“Please,” a voice murmured, snapping my attention to the middle of the circle that had some dusts sprinkled, and in the circle was a man breathing heavily while standing with a tight chain, which was attached to the ceiling, wrapped around his neck. His fingers were digging into the metal and trying to rip it off. He huffed in exasperation.“Can’t shift, Bryan?” I smirked.He licked his dry lips, shifting a little, his bare feet slapping against the concrete while he extended one of his hands to me and croaks, “Please, Deangelo. Please, I am not even part of the Amato pack anymore, I am a changed wolf and I haven’t even seen them in years.”The pleading in his voice ignited the familiar excitement at the pit of my stomach, yet it extinguished quickly with the boredom that had lately been my constant companion. The last month had gone by with little to no progress concerning finding weaknesses aginst Bruno and his pack.I walked to the table and grabbed a bottle of tequila be
Living with the Enemy. 36. No, it was not Salvatore.
Elena.After leaving the Ferrari’s estate, even though I literally had nowhere to go, but with the money that was with me, I decided to look for the cheapest hotel I could find but it was futile so after walking around all though the day, seeing that the night was falling so fast, I had to settle for a first motel that I sighted.The motel was an old building that had somehow managed to elbow its way between a converted warehouse and a block of apartments. The hotel had just five bedrooms, stacked on top of one another like a house of cards, each one with a view of the canal. The flower market was a short walk away and even at night the air smelled sweet.Dressed in a long black dress with a facemask and scarf wrapped around my head, while carrying a little bag of clothes and some food, I walked into the building.The motel lobby had the same odour as an old folks home. The floor carpet was a decade too old and with an old fashioned pattern of large flowers interrupted by worn and thr
Living with the Enemy. 37. I want Jules' Life.
Sofia.I tiptoed into Jules’ room as I fantasized about how I would definitely become its new inhabitant when it all falls in place between Deangelo and I, the ultimate dream of mine since forever.I tiptoed in, so as not to disturb the prints in the carpet from her oh-so graceful feet. I gazed in envy at the numerous beautiful hardback books that her husband had given her; they had never been read and simply collected dust and had stood in piles. It made me bitter when I thought of the tattered copies of the classics I had scavenged for at jumble sales and the efforts I made to return the library books I so frequently borrowed.Paper shopping bags from expensive shops, many still with new yet unworn designer garments hung off door handles and bed posts, reminiscent of the countless shopping trips Jules would make. My tiptoeing feet stepped over the the boxes that had her belongings and I glared at the beautiful things she had, at the silver jewelled necklaces that would glint, even i
Living with the Enemy. 38. Funny Videos on youtube.
Funny Videos on Youtube.Elena.I was literally dragged away from the midst of the homeless people by Mr. Deangelo and I had been too shocked to resist, but as soon as we were at his car, I got to my senses and snatched my hand away from his.Refusing to follow him back home, I started to walk away with guilt, totally convinced that I was doing the right thing because he does not deserve to be close to the enemy’s child like that but then I immediately halted when he yelled.“Diego is sick! Mia keeps throwing tantrums, the kids want you, they miss you. And remember that you have absolutely no right to quit like that. Or have I given you any reason to think you could simply get up and defy me? Are you forgetting whom it is that you are dealing with right now?” He threatened but even without his threats, hearing that Diego was sick because of me and that Mia even wants me back was enough to get me into his ar without as much as grumbling.After hugging and laughing with the pack for alm
Living with the Enemy. 39. Story telling skills.
Elena.Days had passed since I returned back into the Ferrari Pack’s abode, much to my self guilt. I was seated with Camila in her room while the kids get tutored by Sofia in their lecture room and this has been some sort of ritual for Camila and I since I returned.Right now, she was talking so sensually about some sex she recently had with her ex, one who I know nothing about of course and I listened to her so attentively because her story telling skills was second to none, really.“I am telling you that when the door closed, every pretence between us fell instantly. The facade we were showing the world and ourselves melted away and all we wanted was to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss had a raw intensity as we breath fast and our heart rated faster. Then before I know how it happened, we were naked and our skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk.Girl, I felt his hand enter from below and it started moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he w
Living with the Enemy. 40. He found me.
Elena.I took another look at the sexy, white cocktail dress lying on the bed, and I immediately began stripping. The thin spaghetti straps did almost nothing to hold up my breasts, but it fit perfectly, molding to my body, and it made my skin look darker than it actually was. Camila sure had awesome taste, and it was probably a good thing that she’d gotten me the dress, after all. I had not even cared about the party to bother with what to wear tonight.Dashing into the bathroom, I rinsed my calves and feet of the sand I’d picked up on my walk with Diego, and I quickly brushed out my long, red hair and applied a little lip gloss. I scurried back into the bedroom, grabbed the tan strappy heels she’d left by the dress, and ran back into the hallway and down the stairs. “You look absolutely ravishing, girl.” Camila had said as she gave me a once over.I take in her own appearance too, she was in a yellow dress that just beautifully compliments her skin so well. The dress covered her sh
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