The Little PlanLilian.I located the living room after I had an early lunch and a lot of discussion with Estelle. Daemon sat leaning into the expensive leather couch with Oliver resting her head in his lap.“Hey, Daemon.” I gave him a small sweet smile, and he sighed, looking away from me.“Have you finally made your decision?” His voice was thick and husky as he looked over at me.A small laugh escaped my throat as I looked towards Oliver, who was giving Daemon a look with those siren eyes of hers. “I don't think you understand that I'm not giving up on you anytime soon. I know this is just a phase you're going through, it will pass soon enough.”“Getting bolder and more confident, I see…” Oliver noted, barely giving me any glance. “Perhaps, does it have anything to do with Daemon ridiculing you earlier? Do you think suddenly upping your self-esteem and confidence will change your mind?”“Ah! My poor heart,” I faked tears of agony. “How could I be so stupid to think that would be th

Everything is stillLilian.Oliver and I knelt over Daemon whose face was white with blood dripping from his side. His eyes were closed, and his pink soft lips were now pale and white.“W-wh-what should we do?” I stuttered to Oliver, looking down at my palms and ashamed of myself.I was the cause of this! If only I had listened to Daemon, maybe this wouldn't have happened to him. We could still hear thundering footsteps and shouts from outside the room. Heavy-booted legs were heading our way, and my palms were increasingly getting sweaty and my heart pounding in fear.What was Kieran playing at? He had already gotten the journals. Why was he doing this? What exactly was his aim? I began pondering if we would actually make it out alive, or if he just wanted to capture us and torture us. His last conversation with me was vague, and the threats he kept making calmly… Was this it, or was there something more to come?Oliver pursed her lips and took Daemon's cold hand in hers before squeez

I check my watch. It's 6:15 AM. Same as yesterday. Same as the day before. I've long suspected my body has developed its own survival mechanism, waking me precisely forty-five minutes before she stirs. These moments alone are precious, a brief sanctuary from the performance of our shared life. The bathroom mirror reveals what it always does: my dark skin, hair that most likely would soon need shaving, and pale brown eyes that looked way too scared than I wanted them to be. I shower quickly, and try to get myself in order with the little alone time I have. As much as I hate it, it's become a habit. Protection. Control over the few things I can control. Downstairs, I measure coffee grounds with the finesse of a chemist handling uranium. Two cups. One with cream and three sugars (hers), one black (mine). This too is part of the ritual — anticipating her needs before she voices them. Keeping her content. It pisses me off though. Sometimes all I want to do is walk out the door and qui

First And Second Option.It was late into the night when the meeting was held. Outside was cold with the rain pattering on the roof, but inside a stark contrast to that. The room was big enough to contain all the Alphas, Daemon, Oliver and Wilder.Daemon sat at the head of the table, asserting his dominance over everyone. Yes, they were all Alphas, but no one on that table was anything close to being as strong as he was.“Can we begin?” His voice was deep and dark as he shifted slightly in his seat, sitting forward with a straight back, and an aura of a king flowed round him.The room was lit with little lamps which highlighted their faces and their shadows were cast on to the stone wall. The room smelled like burning wood–the burning fireplace that kept the room warm. In the middle of the room sat a uniquely carved table where all men, and one woman, sat around.“What is your purpose for this meeting?” One of the Alphas asked coldly, openly showing his aggression towards the Predator

Memory gaps.Lilian.The metallic scent of blood filled the air and my nostrils flared.“Where have you been?” A stern voice cut through my hazy mind and I blinked twice.My body felt heavy, and my head was pounding, the scent getting even stronger.“Daemon!” A short yell ensued. “I've found her.”My hands moved, and I felt the gritty sand against my body. Was I lying on the floor? How did I get here? What happened? The last thing I remembered was eavesdropping on Hailey and Oliver's conversations.“Goddess!” A shrill scream pierced the air, and I immediately recognized it as Kelly's voice.Was she back already?“Whose blood is that?” I heard her shaky question.I could picture her hand slapped over her face in shock. I didn't even know what was happening to me. I hadn't even opened my eyes. My eyelids felt too heavy to lift, all I could do was smell, feel, and hear.“Is she… dead?” Kelly asked again, her voice getting even closer to me.“She's breathing” Wilder said dismissively.“We