The next morning, on a Sunday, Velaria awoke from her erotic sex filled dreams. She was so shocked by how vivid it was; she shudder as well at the ghoulish nightmare that she had beforehand. What in the hell had caused her to relive that horrific moment in her life? What is it her conversation with Margo where she mentioned about living through something painful without talking about it? It had to be that she could not think of anything else. ‘Damn, I do need a vacation” she thought to herself as she got out of bed. She looked at the time, and then realized she how long she had slept. She had laid down yesterday evening at three in the afternoon and somehow slept until eight a.m. Sunday morning. Damn, that was the longest sleep of my life!However, the dream with that smoking hot stranger, that seemed to feel real. She could feel warmth and soreness in between her legs like she just got fucked really hard. She absolutely loves it. She has been with so many men however, it is difficul

I run to my office, and lock the door, I squat onto the floor and sit for a while trying to control my sobs. I never thought that I would see him again. I need to get away, and I need to cancel this arrangement if he works for Salkton industries. I cannot risk my life. I hear a knock on the door, and I refrain from answering it. My secretary is knocking frantically, asking if I am okay. I hear Mr. Salkton in the hallway, he sounds livid, he is demanding to know what happened, and why I ran from the room like I was being attacked after meeting Mark. I hear him growling at Mark, the bastard is silent, not saying a word. What could he possibly say? I knew her in college and tried to murder her in a barn in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, that would go down well. I do my best to dry my tears and I request my secretary to call my friend Tiffany. She was my best friend in college, and the first friend I had after moving here. Tiffany would remember Mark; she will help me like she did last t

My wolf wanted to break free and tear our Beta apart. How could he! He said it was a rogue attack, he also said they were barely dating! I wrap my arms around her to soothe her. She dried her tears “you know you remind me of my mate and husband, I miss him so much”“Where is he, I could help you find him” “You’re sweet, he is in the Elysian fields, he died a long time ago in the earthquake which destroyed my city. You see, in my kingdom, we have the chance to meet our mates early in life though, unlike werewolves, we do not entertain sexual notions. Once we discover our mates, if we are very young, marital arrangements will be prepared for one day when we are of age to be together. I happened to meet my mate when I was fifteen, a little older but still, he was a member of the royal guard, and he was older than I was. It happens at times for a girl that the mate may be older so, the custom is still the same, he would have had to be more friends with me than anything sexual or romantic

(Velaria)It has been two days since I first landed in Paris France. I can honestly say, it has been a dream being here. I never realized just how fun the world could be, how fun life could be once I actually allowed myself to live it. I have been to tour Versailles, I have been to tour The Notre Dame, The Bastille, and several other places that I never allowed myself the freedom to visit before. I am also fortunate that during High school and College, I took several different language courses, one of which being French. I can still remember everything I learned with ease so, communicating has been a breeze. During the day, I stop at a café and enjoy some bagels with cream cheese like I would have back home. Later during the evening, I make reservations at “Matignon” an elite dinner club in Paris. I enjoy succulent dishes of “es cargo” and “Chateau Fillet of beef Rossini” with some exquisite wine. I was in seventh heaven. I never realized how amazing France could be. I wish for the

As I walk down the street, I inhale the smells around me. I smell freshly brewed beer, sausages and sizzling in a restaurant somewhere accompanied by the divine smell of sauerkraut. All these gourmet tastes of deliciousness is making my mouth water. Everything smells so delicious. I decide to step into one of the local restaurants. I order food for my uncle and myself. I pay for everything and step to the side to wait for my order to arrive. As I chose a table to sit down, there is a man in the corner who appears to be watching me. His face is a mixture of shock and recognition. As if he knew me and had not seen me for a long time. When I can attest for myself that in all of my travels to my uncles city, I do not recall seeing this man before. The man looks like wants to say something but, stops himself. I chose to ignore him and wait for my food. Once my order is called, I exit the restaurant, and start to walk my way back home. I hear someone calling to me from behind, so I stop a