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Amara's povAmara, never wake up in the middle of a bullet extract, This should have been a rule amongst other rules and I would have gladly followed this one.It was painful as hell waking up to see tweezers being poked in me. The drink with ice cubes was supposed to induce a partial coma till the procedure was over but the effect happened to wear off after some time which led to me experiencing a very traumatic moment and I passed out after it. The healer had explained that I had a very high fever while out for those days and it wasn't safe to get them extracted and they had to wait till the fever abated. I twisted to the other side of the bed after I finished healing up my wounds and listening to Cora talk my head off about how I landed us into this mess.My eyes trailed to the man before me.Orian.He was seated on a chair that faced one of the windows in the room, his back turned to me.He was still dressed in his attire from earlier today although I couldn't
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Amara's povRule number whatever Do not cross Orian nor should you be found in inappropriate positions with him."You are wet." I didn't know my toes could be curled when in a kneeling position but they did, they betrayed me. Just hearing his voice, those three words escaping his lips and I was about to hold onto his lap for support but that would have been highly inappropriate, "Get up!"I looked up at him, my green eyes holding his piercing gaze, those silver eyes showing nothing but irritation and I wondered what he thought of our present situation. Before I had the chance to get up from the bed earlier, I had smelt him approaching the suite and I knew I was in deep shit.It was 8:00 pm and he had arrived exactly at that moment. I had practically leaped towards the bathroom and had a very rushed bath.It is not classified as a bath Amara, it's a stay under the shower for a second and hop out the next kinda thing, Cora had a very good point.I scurried out of the bathro
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Amara's povI was in what seemed to be the longest and most quiet elevator ride in the world and to worsen it all, I was stuck with the grumpiest person to ever grace the surface of the earth.A tough situation.I had three bothersome things to do. Well, they weren't bothersome to me but they will be to him.Firstly, I wanted to move closer to him and tuck that stray black strand in place. Secondly, I wanted to break the silence and ask if a gypsy had ever read his palm and then, I wanted to grab a hold of his cane and examine it.Do not bother the grump, Cora snickered and I had to resist the urge to laugh.I had my lips pressed together with my fingers running through my hair. It was my way to keep back the many questions I had to ask him.I leaned against the elevator wall and watched him.He wasn't positioned against the wall like I was.Instead, he stood upright.One hand holding the cane, his fingers twirling on the eagle head, the other hand fiddled in his coat pocket and produ
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Amara's pov I was still tongue-tied as the ride went on while sneaking glances at Orian who never once glimpsed in my direction and I was very much convinced that he saw me as nothing but a mere irritating responsibility.We bore the ride in silence and if not for the partition separating us from the front compartment I would have reached forward to put on some music. My derriere had the chance on being on display but it would have been worth the risk, I hated silence.I looked at him again.His head was bent over peering at his phone screen as he tapped away at it. His other hand still held his cane and images of what had happened in the elevator flashed through my head. I suddenly grew hot remembering how his hand had grasped my waist, the other hand tilted my neck as he feasted on my blood.I swallowed remembering how I had felt. I squeezed my eyes shut, tucked the fabric of my dress between my legs, and squeezed them together willing myself not to get aroused.
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Amara's povI couldn't measure up to her or the hooker he had been with at the alley. I had small breasts, a round stomach, and hips with very, very prominent hip dips.In other words, a bad figure.I looked back at her and she was leaning into him, her hand was on his arm, a smile was still on her face even though he hadn't returned it and their interaction looked like they were familiar with each other. It was like I wasn't even there. Jealousy brewed in my stomach as she leaned closer and I wanted to retch all over the place. It wasn't like I had some claim on him or he was mine and he preferred busty brunettes over silly-looking pale-skinned blondes and to worsen it all, they interacted in Russian and I felt dumb. He seemed to know Russians everywhere he went.After what felt like forever, she went off leaving both of us alone and I heaved a sigh of relief, "Did you know I am a Princess?" I don't know why that came out of my mouth but I needed to say something to get rid of the ac
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Amara's pov"I want to see your wings again, I think I like them." He huffed at my words and laid me on the bed. A satisfactory moan escaped my lips when my back met with the soft bed coverings and I snuggled in for more warmth, "Pweetty pweease..." He frowned at my pout and I couldn't resist the urge to take my fingers to his face, my thumb soothed the furrow on his forehead and it was his turn to sigh."You are drunk." He moved my legs and I felt his hands on my feet pulling at the shoes, "I said you couldn't have any.""Tipsy, the word is tipsy." I raised myself a little with my elbows resting on the bed, acting as support. I wasn't drunk, I was just slightly inebriated and I could still function quite well, "Tell me more about yourself...""I hate being stabbed with a fork on a first date."Date?? So it was a date?? I was very sure my mouth was slightly ajar and again I was stunned as I stared at him trying to process his words and he held his famous grimly expression like he hadn
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Amara's pov"Nope! Not the same person." Rose shook her head and I managed to raise a brow at her while spinning across the bedroom doing my last dance lap, "The only similarities they have are the same eyes, same statue and they both call you by your middle name which they found out about in different ways.""Hmm." I did a couple of final spins and then my feet dropped shortly after the piano music from my phone came to a halt, "You have a point." My feet ached as I walked to the coffee table to grab my water bottle. I popped up the covering and instantly took big gulps, I could feel my chest heaving due to how out of breath I was as I drank. Rose and I were unraveling the mysteries behind my stalker and Mr grump. I told her everything that had happened since my sixteenth birthday.She freaked out and almost dialed my parents and I had to tackle her to the ground and fling her phone across the room, "You are okay living with a man watching and threatening you? Who do y
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Amara's povHe is outside! He came to see me! I clamped my palm over my mouth to depress an excited yell which threatened to escape when my eyes ran through the contents of the text."I am gonna lick your pussy and make you cum." Terren's muffled voice interrupted my glee and I threw an annoyed glance at his sleeping form, "Like a creamy fountain." I was close to grabbing one of my pillows and turning him over so I can suffocate him with it but I couldn't risk starting a war between our kingdoms and so I picked the easiest option. I got out of bed to text Orian back.Where exactly are you? I texted back while shuffling around for my flip-flops, the same pair he got me. I had grown attached to them.Your balcony, come out, My heart stopped for a bit and I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen. I had a lot of questions and my thoughts were running wild again, how did he know my room had a balcony and how did he get there?Ask nicely, I sent it while looking at myself in the mirror wo
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