“Well, since you’re sorry,” I whispered in his ear. My hips ground on top of his, making him groan with the friction. Not long after, I felt the bulge below my thigh. His eyes flashed before me, and I knew exactly what his next move would be. He always liked to take control. To be on top of me and pumped me the way he wanted. “This attraction thing is really annoying and I need a release,” I said coldly to him, “If you feel even a fraction of guilt, let me use you.” The flash in his eyes died down. “Use?” He didn’t like the word because it meant he had to relinquish control. “Yes, I’ll be in charge. I’m just using you to find my release,” I said firmly. Seeing his pained expression, I knew he couldn’t resist. He wanted it, too. He must have been feeling guilty all this time, because, in just a few seconds, he agreed. “Alright,” he said. His fingers started unbuttoning his belt. But I swatted his hands away. “I’m in charge.” He frowned

Renald, Tony, and Michael were already sitting at the dining table. They didn’t start eating until Lex and I took a bite first. I sat on Lex’s right side, just like before. Next to me was Tony. And across from me were Michael and Renald. I ate my food leisurely. They served this amazing baked chicken with salad. And the red wine they served that night tasted somehow sweeter. Perhaps it was just my good mood. Mending my relationship with Lex cheered me up a little. I felt less stuffed. As though a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. It felt weird, though. Because I didn’t feel like this with the other guys. I didn’t even know how strong the strain in my relationship with Lex had affected me. But just when I was about to sip my wine, Tony sniffed the air close to my hair. I jolted a little, still not use to these supernatural men sniffing me. But there was something wrong this time. He looked at me with an intense gaze. His yellow eyes flashed before me a

People like to theorize about death. For a clinician, there are two types of death; one is the condition of brain dead, where the brain is no longer active to even sustain the basic biological need and would need to rely on a machine. The other is when the heart stops beating. My heart has stopped beating. I could have explained the entire thing from a biological perspective but that would make this chapter into a scientific journal instead of a story. The thing is, we humans are too afraid to die that we conjure this unnatural belief that there is something beautiful in the afterlife. That someone would pick our souls up and deliver us to a better place. But that was not what I experienced. Death was quite… empty. It was nothing extraordinary. Just my soul leaving my body. No pain. No anguish. Nothing beautiful to see. In fact, I was seeing the same scene before I died. Someone had called my name before, but I forgot who it was. The f

I took in a huge gasp of air as I finally opened my eyes. My lungs felt like being drowned and then burned because it had stopped breathing for a while and oxygen was flooding in madly. The light burned my eyes too and for a moment I had to blink furiously just to adjust to the light. It was funny. All I had to do was just manifest my will to keep on living and there I was. Alive yet again. I saw Tony’s yellow eyes first. They widened at me, shocked because he thought I had died. His face crumpled when he hugged me tightly before. And now he looked at me blankly. I could still see the tears pooling in his demonic eyes. At other times, I would have boasted about the fact a demon almost cried for me. He really was the sweetest demon. “Miss Ari!!” Renald cried out. He pulled me into his embrace. The smell of earthy fragrance from his skin hit my nose. But his embrace gave me warmth, and I found myself clinging to him, to make sure I was really al