(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I saunter into Damein's company building and head straight for the elevator while ignoring the inquisitive glances I earned from the staff, probably wondering what relationship I have with their boss.I climb onto the elevator, a little excited as I hold up a lunch bag to my face and grin extensively while waiting patiently till the elevator stops at the top floor and I amble out.I wave at the secretary behind the desk and go straight for the office door, give a little knock then make my way in. Fortunately he's alone, sitting behind his vast table, attired in his signature suit as always and glasses at the bridge of his nose. He looked charming.He lifts his head from his work to look at me. “Raven,” he calls, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table.“Hi,” I beam, taking long strides to reach his table and place the lunch bag down. I playfully wriggle my brows at him. “Guess what?” “You have a knack for showing up unannounced, Miss Raven,” his e
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)Today sucks and I happen to have a flat tire. I stand beside my bike sporting a moue on my face while dressed in my racing suit, watching as Trent changes my tire.“Why does the air taste so bitter today?” I enunciate out of the blue. That's how debilitated I am. “Probably air pollution.” Trent replies with a shrug. “Really, how bored are you, tasting the air now are we?” He chortles and shakes his head in amusement.“I'm so bored I can shove a stick up your ass and won't feel shit,” again, out of the blue. Everything feels so wrong today. There has to be something in the air.“Does your boyfriend know you like asses? What, aren't getting any action?” I hurl him a glare. I've never gotten any action, nothing new except the fact that I have a boyfriend now and he doesn't want to touch me. Doesn't his dick work? I get turned on anytime I see him.Trent takes a peep at me and cackles. “I'm right, you aren't getting any action. You should see the look on your fac
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a truck. I groan, bringing a hand to my head that's pounding like crazy and sits up on a bed.What happened? I think to myself, looking around the room till my gaze lands on a man in a dark blue suit, sitting on a hand chair beside the glass windows, staring out and while sipping on a cup of coffee. Instantly, everything comes crashing back.The wolves. The kids turning into wolves and Scar getting hurt before everything fades. Shit! I've been kidnapped! I straighten on the bed, looking at the unknown man who still hasn't looked at me cautiously. “Who are you and what do you want from me?” If he wanted me dead, he would have during my unconscious state.“I believe you already know,” comes his thick, raspy voice and when he finally turns his face, I'm stricken with a pair of green eyes.Shit. Leonardo Velasquez. It's like staring at another vision of Damein and Vance.I gulp when a smirk curves at the corner of his lips an
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)It has been hours since Damien brought me to his penthouse. I lost track of the time as I sat on the bed, my back resting against the wall, my knees folded to my chest, and my arms wrapped around them.Everything seems to happen so fast that I can’t keep up. So many questions swirl around in my head until it feels like there is a dark pall over it as if it is about to rain, and I have no idea where to begin. I’m not usually struck by what happens around me or astounded to this extent, but this has taken me completely by surprise.“Have some water.”I nearly shrink and snap out of my thoughts to find Damien standing at the edge of the bed with a glass of water. I didn't even know when he came in.He sighs when I don't bother to move a muscle. He moves to the single cushions beside the bed and sits down, placing the glass of water on the table. Calmly, he leans back and crosses one leg over the other. "Instead of keeping them struck up in your head, you can ask."
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I wake up to the morning sun spearing through my eyes from the widely opened curtains. I stir and when I try to turn away from the bright light, a hand holds me in place. Instantaneously, my eyes snap, and I find the weight of Vance's arm around my waist, spooning me from behind.A blush smears on my face, especially when I realize we are both naked underneath the blankets, giving me a vivid flashback of what happened the previous night.Slowly, I turn his arm and give him a gentle push until he's on his back without waking up. My eyes rove from his bare chest to his face and I take my time to explore his facial features, going as far as trailing my finger on his lips, recalling how they kissed and marked every part of my body. My cheeks bloom brighter and I silently withdraw my hand but suddenly, my wrist is seized and his eyes snap open, looking down at me.“Why did you stop?” I open my mouth to speak but his other arm suddenly goes around my waist and lifts
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(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)"You can run, dear, but you can't hide from your destiny. When you fear and love something, it becomes your greatest flaw."There are a few things I know I can't run away from. First is the reverberating sound of my grandmother's words in my head for no good cause and some so-called destiny she invariably speaks about. Second is the loud cheers of the audience right outside the backstage, waiting while their screams get vociferous. I swallow the lump that has cropped up on my throat and rub my moist hands together. And thirdly-"Ahvi, are you ready?"The hasty voice of my manager, Katherina hauls me out of my reverie and the woman materializes in front of me. I blink, clearing the sudden gauze that barricades my vision. I look and realize everyone is staring, waiting for me to give the go-ahead as I always did before every concert but this time, the words get sag in my throat."No." The word flees my lips before I can stop it. "Can I quickly use the restroom?" I
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)Have you ever looked at your stepbrother and been like damn! I want him?The mere thought of this gives me perturbation and again, gave me insomnia last night, and now I can narrowly concentrate in class because he's home again. I'm going to lose my mind."You already are if you keep mumbling to yourself,"I sizzle at the impertinent interruption, then exhale a sigh and grab my mug of cappuccinos off the table of the coffee shop we are in and take a sip. "Everything feels so wrong," I enunciated thoughtlessly. "How long is he staying this time?" My best friend Raven inquires, mounting on a croissant and latte. I shrug. "I don't know, a few days or few weeks," Maybe years. He's a wanderlust, so I rarely see him; always out with his friends exploring forests and mountains. Adventurous, that one."He's going to leave eventually and you won't see him again for months. Continue on that path and no one gets to know your dirty secret," Raven verbalizes with a mouth f