He just locked her in the house with him. Her finger trembled at the trigger. It would not hit him. It would only anger him. “Put the gun down.”He knew what she was doing. She obeyed.He turned to face her. “I am making beef stroganoff. Do you like it?”“I do.” Later, she reminded herself. She would take her rev—. She caught her thoughts abruptly. He could read her mind. Was he doing that now? A hint of a smile dwelled on his lips.“I’m actually bad at it. You see, I’m not used to this. I’ve prepared everything that needs to be cooked, though.” He gestured at the bowls behind him. “We need to talk over dinner.”“About what? Tell me now!”He was instantly before her. Startled, she aimed the gun at him again. His fingers were over hers, removing her grasp from it by one digit after another. She gasped, not from hurt. It was not painful. Merely engulfed with his presence: the way he overcame her easily every time.“Breath in. Breath out. You’re breathing too fast,” he drawled, holding
As soon as it hit him, she dropped the gun. She didn’t mean it. A wet spot darkened on the back of his crimson shirt; he released Sage’s head. ‘You meant it,’ he berated her in her mind. He promised her he’d refrain from doing so. Not to enter her mind. But… she just shot him. He got to his feet without faltering and faced her. Even in the distance, dark disappointment was written over his face: the kind that could make the other person doubt their entire existence. Her eyes lowered from his face to his chest. The gunshot was where his heart was. That was her revenge, wasn’t that? Even if she could believe his claim about the murders, his actions were inexcusable. But, taking his life was not right? Her chest tightened with guilt. A movement flickered. Steve was fleeing from the house. Despite the lethal wound, Reign raised his hand, confining him in his spot. “No. You’re right. I promised you,” he said through his teeth. “I ought to keep that regardless of what you did. I turne
Sophia was rambling on, something about how gorgeous he was, but it was not registering very well to her. The vampire prince in a bar, exclusive or not. Why was he here? The camera-flashing people were shunned away by his vampire bodyguards. This was so exciting, a vampire royal in the same place as her. But, she gripped the glass, remembering a photograph. Danica and him, in his garden. She read all the tabloids and one of them had this blurry photograph where he was standing side by side with a woman in an emerald dress. Only she recognized her. That was infuriating how a skunk as her could be in his presence. She was dying to know what their relationship was. She used to be childish and naïve. She had grown up after Dave died. Danica must suffer. “Why is he here?” pondered Sophia.“Maybe it’s because of me. I have three hundred thousand followers on Instagram. God has sent me a blessing after all my suffering,” she shook off her hair.Sophia choked on her drink. “Why else would
Hello, everyone. Sorry for the break. Something urgent came up and also I am a little ill. I'm resuming the updates this weekend. Thank you for reading my book and all your supports. You guys are really prescious. Not as in Sméagol's precious :) Happy Valentine's Day to You. In any chance you don't have a boyfriend/girlfriend and you loathe the day and all the lovey-dovey stuff, you can go read my sci-fi book Subject 0025. It's under a different account but the same pen name. It's for hardcore sci-fi fans to be honest. I am not sure what I was thinking when I wrote all those stuff. Hardly anybody liked it. Way to promote your own book I guess lol.
“Detain her. Detective Wright told me to put her in a cell. If you have anything, report to me,” said Detective Helen, her gaze full of condescension. Danica was forced out of the office rooms to the secluded area of the building. No matter how many times she explained, she was treated like a murderer by both Helen and Wright. The latter wanted to make her guilty so much so that he had gone to visit the one person who had almost driven her to insanity. The one person who hated her probably more than he did. They got to the cells where they normally held demons, vampires, and shifters alike. A few were vacant, but they pushed her into the cell that was not. Their intention was obvious; that was what he had instructed: as she was dangerous and inhumane, she needed extra treatment.“You are wrong. I’m innocent,” she reasoned for the last time. “If you’d look into Steve, you’d know.”“You are far from innocent,” Helen had followed them to the cell. “You could defend yourself at the cour
Blonde hair, dressed like a barbie doll, Elaine was a match for him. She wasn’t sure why that knowledge felt painful, not that she had ever wanted to be with him. He was gazing down at her as she looked up at him under her curled eyelashes. He had come here to meet her, to dance in a club. Danica’s feet were rooted to the spot, feeling hot and cold at the same time. How foolish she had been. Of course, he belonged to someone like Elaine, not her. History was repeating itself, reminding her of how Dave left her for Elaine. ‘Why?’ she wanted to scream when he lowered his face to hers. Was he going to kiss her? ‘Please no’, she wished although she knew that was unreasonable. She sighed in relief when he stopped midway to mutter something, instead. The two of them turned around, and she quickly hid herself between a group of teenage girls. She should turn around, embarrassed. But, she had come here for a reason. She shouldn’t care who he was with. She moved through with difficulty. For
“My name is Ignis,” he continued. A creature like him in a city apartment, her blood ran cold. Demons were the worst of all races, they came straight from hell and most of the world considered them evil. While she was gawking, he spread his arms wide to recite something inaudible. “What are you doing? Stop!” she cried at the same time when Marcus and Loyd stood at her side.She shot him, knowing there was no bullet that could hurt a demon in the magazine. The other two did the same. Marc swore. While his bullets were supposed to kill demons, they did nothing. Archdemons were much more powerful than regular demons, none of them had prepared for one to show up.“Please, you don’t need to shoot me. I’m not your enemy,” groaned Ignis, “That was a mere protection spell.”“Why are you here?” she asked. “What was that spell for?”“State your business and get the fuck out,” her friend pitched in. His voice was high-pitched, she knew he was as worried as she was. Loyd started suggesting fi
Ignis adjusted his tie, pausing. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed his forehead. His demeanor vaguely reminded her of Reign. Although they had similarities, the latter had grace she didn’t want to admit after what she had just seen.“What? What occurred?” Marc strode over. “Stop stalling. Tell me what happened.”“I have no knowledge of what exactly happened. I can’t reverse the memory he wiped off. Only he can do that, I’m afraid. By him, I mean the vampire you just saw over there.”She heard Loyd assuring him he looked perfectly fine when they first met. She was dying to know something else.“How old is he, actually? You said he is not 150 years old.”Ignis snickered. “He is much older than that. A thousand years is closer to his actual age. He is ancient, older than me.”The declaration quieted the conversation beside her. She felt almost lightheaded. “H—how is that possible? He’s the son of the current vampire monarch. Every vampire knows how old he is.”“No. He i