Once they we're back home, Lyra headed straight for her room. Inside, she changed into something more comfortable for the rest of the day—though, a sweatshirt on pajamas wasn't her best option of clothing but a spine chilling shiver gripped her body the outfit was her only chance to feel warmth. Her mind couldn't help but skitter back to the little fling with Marcel in the car. She'd never been the type to get faltered by blunt advances from men but with Marcel it was different and it scared her. It scared her because there was something about him that beckoned unto her to eat of the forbidden fruit—to drag her soul into the darkness that loomed before her. But that wasn't what scared her the most, what scared her was falling for the darkness, to willingly let it consume and ruin her. Nothing felt as wrong as falling for Marcel, not only was he her employer but it was all happening too fast. Lyra bundled herself up in b

Had she been too foolhardy to have willed herself off to his whims? He'd clearly cited his warnings but like someone under a spell, she'd eagerly followed him off like a lamb to the slaughter.  They embarked on the two hour journey to Blue field in silence; Marcellus had been engrossed in whatever he'd been doing on the phone while Lyra worked on a few documents on her laptop.  The car stopped at an harbour and their lugages was moved into a private yatch. The night breeze fanned her skin when she alighted from the yatch and they made their way to a beach resort on the island of Haling Cove.  The resort had been a fabulous exquisite looking glass house which seemed portable and classy at the same time. The interior decor was modern and screamed finesse, vibrant colors decked the walls of the house; something which Marcellus's mansion at Ocean city lacked. The expensive house looked like one of those houses on Bondi beach or the resorts on the M

Jan. 22.2021Lyra. It was that same darkness that had  consumed any hint of light, her eyes strained themselves when it tried to make out any light in the dark but it all proved useless again while she stood in the void abyss of limbo. "Lyra," she heard that same faint cackle from a distance where an unknown voice called to her. She saw a little flicker of light and a dark silhouette pass through, "wait!" She cried out. hastily following the little bit of light to where the gloomy shadow stood she felt herself hit a restraint again.Lyra pushed at the invincible restraint, eager to get a clearer view of that which had beckoned unto her. "I can't get through!" She huffed frustratedly after several futile attempts. The errie voice und

Jan.22.2021 Lyra. Lyra sat silently at the dining table eating her bowl of cereal, she kept a separate bowl for marcel who she could hear approaching from his room. For a vampire, he'd seemed to enjoy staying awake during the daytime rather than at night. "Good morning love." Marcellus whistled as he sat across Lyra, dragging the bowl of cereal to himself. "Good morning Mr Marcel." "I told you not to call me that." Lyra chuckled but upon remembering what she'd had in mind to ask him, she spoke again,"what does a pureblood and half blood mean?" "Why would you want to know that?" He asked with a frown plastered on his face. "Leon said something about that and I'm curious to know. Please? Pretty please?" She pleaded with puppy dog eyes, pouting and batting her eyelashes.

Jan. 24.2021 Marcellus "Lyra." That same voice that had tormented her dreams spoke again, and as usual, all she could see was a dark silhouette. The invincible barrier between them had been the only thing stopping her from unveiling her tormentor. "Who are you?! What do you want from me?! How do you know my name?!" Lyra shouted from the other side, the darkness had almost shrouded the little bit of light that casted the shadow of whatever it was that beckoned to her. "Hurry Lyra! Break the curse and unite us!" "What curse?!" "Break the curse and unite us!" The ominous voice continued to repeat the words and they got louder, the menacing sound loomed everywhere, forcing her to cower at the fright it caused her, slowly, the thin line between her and the darkness vani