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Omerta’s POV “I had no clue why you would want to come here out of all the places?” Draco commented as he opened the beer can. When Draco suggested that we give ourselves a much needed break from school, and bunk the last period, I was all in, to both my surprise and his. I knew my choice of place was odd, but Lake Pergusa was beautiful and there was no denying that. It was exactly as I had remembered it from last time and my dream, the mixed sweet and spicy scent of the Plumera hit my nose as I took in the pristine lake that reflected the colour of the sky and the movement of the undercurrent of the blowing wind. For reasons unknown to me, I felt at peace here, all my anger, embarrassment, and worries from earlier melted as I took in the inviting lake against the backdrop of the meadow of white flowers. It was truly a special place, my special place. “At least take some beer?” Draco offered. “No, thanks. I have never had alcohol, and neither am I tempted to,” I said as I star
“Father, father, I am sorry, I will not be scared again.” the cute boy cried, as tears drizzled down from his eyes onto his plum cheeks. He ran after the man into an office, and I unwillingly followed behind or more precisely swept behind them. Where was I? I tried to look around, but my body had limited mobility. I was only able to see the scene in front of me. “How many times have I asked you not to call me that? You are not to call me that ever unless you want to be punished.” the man screamed, while the boy just hung his head down in submission as he stood in front of the man, who it seemed was his father. The boy was barely six or seven years old, his face lit with innocence. But his body had already begun to change. The round chubbiness had started giving way to straight-line muscle in the rest of his body. It was as if he was overworked or over-exercised at that tender age. Even his cheeks which were still childlike and cute had begun to lose their chubbiness. “Is that cle
"Do you know him?" Set asked, as all the eyes in that room looked at me for an answer.I looked at the photograph in my hand long and hard. It was definitely him, the man who was hitting that little boy. Just like I had remembered, his features were lined on his face perfectly and complimented his thick mane of hair that surely gave his tall self some extra inches. Even in this portrait-style photograph, he looked large. But this person in this photograph was different in many ways, he looked a lot younger and a lot happier, in the photograph. There was a light in his eyes, and he was smiling at the person who had taken this picture."No, I don’t," I said. I was not lying when I said that, I truly did not know who this man was. I did not know know him. And what was I going to tell them, that I had hallucinated this man?I was thrust into this world of these blessed beings and werewolves, but despite knowing all that, my hallucinating about a man felt utterly stupid. I must have seen or
Our conversation from last evening still played in my mind as I got out of literature class the next day.That man was their father. Did that mean the child was Lucifer? I recalled seeing the mark on Lucifer’s back that carved his back from left to right, moving to his hip. Was he that boy? But how was it possible? How could I see that memory or whatever it was? After losing my sleep over it last night, I had made up my mind that I would speak to Avo about it, only to find out in the morning that he left with Lucifer and Set. Apparently, something urgent came up again. They had told me that they would be making some inquiries over the next few weeks, but I didn’t think they would leave so soon.I was still fidgeting with my locket when one of the girls passing by gave me a warm smile, the very first one that I had gotten in this school.Thankfully, after a dramatic first day at school, things had sobered up somewhat. I won’t lie, it was still a mixed bag, but the web of lies that Eleno
I opened my eyes to loud music, the kind that thudded through your ears, and pulsed through your nerves in the form of that unwanted headache. I knew this song, I had never cared to remember its name or artist because I didn't like it, but I knew the song. I'd never enjoyed such music anywhere, so I wasn't sure what I was doing in this place with those disco lights. But the harshness of the music and the unknown surroundings did not bother me for very long, since my attention was diverted by the sparkling purple object that dominated the center of my view. That kind of sparkle was not easy to miss unless you were blind. The taller girl who had donned the shimmery purple dress was facing away from me and was talking to another girl, whose shorter stature remained hidden, only giving hazy glimpses of her face in the blinding disco light. Despite the darkness, I had an inkling that I knew them, they both looked familiar. It took a couple of seconds for a slight change of position and
Lucifer’s POV It had been four weeks. Four fucking weeks. Four weeks since, we had been searching for a certain witch. Four weeks since, we started looking for connections between our father and Amira. Four weeks since we were away from home. And four long long weeks since we, me and my beast, had seen her. And all that for what? We had nothing, fucking nothing to go with. I had always hated staying away from Enna, even though the memories of the castle would always haunt me. The forest was mine, mine to call home. But for the last couple of months, I had been cutting all my work trips even shorter, arriving early just to fucking see…. This time, however, was different because it was related to her, and I wanted to know more about who she was and what she was. In these past four weeks, we had paid a visit to all of my father’s old contacts and associates, his lawyers, bankers, business partners, and anyone and everyone who had dealings with my father and was alive enough to talk
To say that my beast was seeing red was a fucking understatement. We were both seeing a range of colors, each clouding my mind with a different emotion, from anger to confusion to sadness to fear. Anger and rage were my beast’s companions, his pet emotions, ones that fuelled all the bloody messes, but fear was alien to us. After all, it had been a fucking while since I had felt like this, felt afraid, and that too for someone else. I was losing my shit because the beast wanted to get out so he could go look for her. That would have definitely been quicker than this car, but Set had urged me to take precautions since we were so close to a school full of people. I also did not trust my beast right now, with the emotional overload that he was feeling. As if the roller-coaster of emotions that I was feeling were not enough to fuck my mind up, Set was giving me that fucking look as we raced towards that school, the one that said that his baseless mate theory had found legs, and that he w
Lucifer’s POV The second, she wrapped those thin, lanky legs around my hips, tightening her hands around my neck, digging her fingernails into my shoulder in the process. I was a goner. Her lithe body was pressed against mine at all the right places and right angles. I could never have imagined that those delicate breasts would give shape to such razor-sharp, hard nipples, firming the shape of my hardness. As her core touched my dick, my beast howled in pleasure, and my thick jeans also did nothing to hide my erection from her or the effect that she had on me. My beast didn’t care about hiding shit. He fucking wanted her and wanted her now. He didn’t care that she was off the limit, especially in this condition. "Aah, huh, aah," she moaned, enjoying feeling my hardened cock against her body. My patience had always been fickle, but at this moment it was hanging by an already strained thread. I wanted to bury myself in her, bury my nose in the crook of her neck, bury my hands in thos