Gabriel Black
Kicking the door open of his hotel room, his wet tongue clashing with this girls tongue as he did so, his arousal evident as he pressed the now solid body part against her belly. She giggled as she fumbled to take his shirt off. He complied and shrugged it off quickly, doing the same to her shirt - if that's what you want to call it. It was short, thin and see-through, an ugly pale red colour. And her short shorts, they were practically panties. Young girls these days have no self-respect at all. But, Gabriel thought as she stripped herself of her 'clothing', every hole's a goal.
He grabbed a foil packet from his bedside table and after tearing it open and sliding the protective rubber around his hard member, Gabriel then pushed the girl onto his hotel bed and proceeded to do his work, pushing in and out hard and fast, inconsiderate of her feelings. He slammed into her so hard, the bed was beginning to squeak and her cries were a mixture of pleasure and pain but Gabriel didn't care - he never cared. He didn't care who he hurt or what the consequences were, so long as he came inside his next goal nothing mattered. Gabriel was just like his father; cruel, heart full of hatred and darkness and uncaring. It came with being a part of the Black family and a part of the council - to survive, you have to be ready to hate and to be hated. You have to learn to be not only cruel to those around you, but to your family as well. From early childhood, if you were born into the family, you would be forced to make decisions cruel enough to make a grown man puke. That was Gabriel's childhood and life - each day almost as bloody as the last.
Gabriel soon came and the girl sounded as if she sighed with relief. "That wasn't too bad," he said with a shrug as he pulled out of her body and slowly took the condom off, tying it up and then throwing it in the bin close by.
The girl looked up at up in disappointment, knowing what he meant. Gabriel grinned as he got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. In all honesty, she was pretty good, but she didn't need to know that. Gabriel went into the shower, blasting the hot water and stepping into it as the bathroom steamed up. He stood under the water, allowing his thoughts to drift away and his thoughts, once again, went to last night with that girl on the cliff. What was her name, he thought with frustration. Alexa? Erica? Ah! That's it! Angelica. Or as she called herself, Angel.
Fitting.
Gabriel was surprised with himself. Not once did he ever remember a girls name after a fling or that he even tried to remember their names. A few he could remember because they were his 'regulars', but he didn't really try or go out of his way to know, let alone care about knowing.
The image of his and Angel's love session was still fresh in his mind as if it had been minutes ago, her ash-blue eyes staring at him with lust, her dark coloured hair scattered around her head like a dark halo, her plump lips moaning his name and her sighs echoing through the forest, her fair cheeks a cute shade of pink every time she blushed, and her body... Gabriel shuttered as his body awakened once again. Her body is slim yet she has sexy round hips and plump round breasts, her nipples small and pink. She wasn't deathly skinny, but she wasn't overly large either - she was somewhere in between and she rocked it.
Gabriel's thoughts were almost consumed by this girl; every hour, every minute, every second there were thoughts of her and he wasn't a fool - he knew why. He felt the pull which drove him to those cliffs, to that girl. She was his mate, his soulmate, his other half, his one and only yadda, yadda, yadda. Truth was, Gabriel didn't want a mate because it meant she would have to come back to his place, by his side, and he would then have to provide an heir, next in line to take Alpha status and even more pups to satisfy the Werewolf Council, she would be possessive, clingy and she would nag him all day about stupid things. He would have to keep her quiet and happy by buying the expensive shit she won't even use or wear.
Nope. He'll be better off without her and she's better off without him considering his family's lifestyle. Very barbaric, so to speak. Angel wasn't strong enough to handle what he and his family do, every day of their lives. She would have to adjust to their cruel ways and bear the responsibilities that would come in being his mate and future Luna. Gabriel shook his head as he turned off the water and wrapped a towel loosely around his hips. No, he couldn't have a weak mate, especially for what it would demand of her.
When Gabriel opened the bathroom door to his bedroom, he was surprised to see the girl he fucked just an hour ago was still sitting on his bed, texting on her phone. When she saw him she grinned happily. "Hey there, sugar," she greeted with a wink.
"What're you still doing here?" Gabriel asked with annoyance. If she noticed it, she was very good at hiding it.
"I thought we could have some fun out in the town tonight. My bestie texted me saying that she was going to a club tonight and invited me along. Wanna come with me?"
Gabriel usually didn't like it when the girls stuck around, but at this point, Gabriel was willing to welcome anything and anyone to take his mind off his mate... His Angel.
AngelicaPacking my suitcase into the taxi's boot, I faintly hear Mom's cries as she clutches onto my father. "Don't worry, Mom," I said as I walked over to them, engulfing both of them into a tight, loving hug. "I'm going to be okay. I'll call every morning and every night, I promise." I pulled back and gave my mother the best smile I could with what little confidence I had. Mom smiled back weakly as I watched her heartbreak once again. A week ago, when my mate left me that night, my father called people he knew that might be willing to take me in. Either nobody had the room or they didn't want to. In the end, he called up Moms' parents from her old pack and they were more than happy to take me in - their pack was in Ireland, however. I shuttered at the thought of Ireland, knowing that that's where the Mermaids and Sirens like to go, on the shores of Ireland, attracting their pray. But Grandma and Grandpa were the only ones that were w
AngelicaGrandpa and Grandma took me into their office inside the magically beautiful mansion on the fourth floor and I told them everything - what happened, who it was and why I'm here. They understood perfectly and Grandpa was ready to kill something. "How dare that son of a bitch! How dare he do that to my granddaughter!" Grandpa yelled, his voice almost shaking the room.Grandma stood up from her seat and placed a calming hand upon his shoulder and he visibly relaxed, placing his even bigger hand on her small delicate one. "Thanks, Martha. But it just makes me so angry-""Now now, Victor," she soothed. "What's done is done. He's gone and she's here. What we have to do now is make sure she's happy and hope that he doesn't come back for her."I smiled warmly at Grandpa as he marched over to me and hugged me once again. "I'm so sorry you had to endure that, my darling.""It's okay, Grandpa.
AngelicaI heard muffled voices as I opened my heavy eyelids to a blurry white room. Hospital, I thought, unsure as to why I would be in a hospital with a drip in my arm... And I then remembered what happened. "H-hey, what's-" I tried to talk but my throat was too dry."Angel, honey?" Grandma's worried voice was suddenly next to me. I turned my blurry eyes to the short, delicate, grey-haired woman next to me. I smiled at her to reassure her and she sighed heavily in relief before smiling back at me. "Angel, sweetheart, you gave us such a fright. How are you feeling?""Fine," I managed to croak. "T-thirsty."Grandma chuckled and called out to someone for a glass of water and a straw. "You can't have too much just yet, sweetheart, just enough." I nodded in response as a nurse gave Grandma a clear glass of water with a straw. She held the straw to my lips and I drank happily, feeling disappointed when
CarlaSlipping on her skimpy red dress and red lipstick, playing with her long curled hair as she sussed herself out in her full-length mirror. Carla grinned and winked at herself. She then grabbed her handbag and was making her way down the stairs when she heard her mother cry. She stopped at the top of the stairs, listening to her father on the phone."Are you sure? Oh, no...how is Angel coping?... Not speaking? Well, I can't blame my poor baby....of course, we can, I'll book the flights right now. H-how is the baby?"Carla covered her mouth, stifling a gasp. Angelica is pregnant?! Carla clenched her teeth. So, first her 'mate' rejects her and now she's pregnant? More excuses to get attention! Carla didn't pity her little sister as she believed her little sister was acting out, trying to be perfect for their mother and father, trying to compensate for Carla's beauty - as Carla always believed.Carla walked careful
Angelica"Isn't there anything she can do?" Grandma asked my Grandpa in hushed voices, thinking I wasn't paying attention as I stared blankly out the window."I've researched every possible angle, every possibility, there's nothing she can do without risking being exiled or sentenced to death. Only someone of Royal blood can help her and they, too, are a part of the council so they will side with the Black family.""Surely there must be something, anything - he left her, for Goddess sake!" Grandma shrieked."It doesn't matter, she carries the heir to the Black family. However it went down, she will be at a disadvantage."Silence hung in the air until my grandma whispered so low I almost didn't hear. "Abortion?""Shh!!" Grandpa hissed. "Do you know what would happen to her if she even considered that?! If it was anyone else's pup, no one would bat an eyelash - but a Black's pup? A Council's pup?""You're right
October 6th, 2013~5 weeks pregnant~AngelicaGrandma and Grandpa left my bedside reluctantly when I told them I would be fine on my own for the night which gave Garcia a chance to tell Lu what was happening and for them to sneak into my ward to talk about the plan. Garcia had gathered seventy-five thousand dollars and put it into a new bank account under the new name she gave me: Felicity Walters. When I asked her how and where she got the money she just shrugged and muttered something about an inheritance. She didn't seem like she wanted to talk about it so I let it be while she gave me a new passport, drivers licence, ID card, fake birth certificate, etc, and gave me the new city I was going to live in. Paris. I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to Spain, but there are a lot of Werewolves which live all over Spain and Paris has the lowest count o
October 17th, 2 weeks later~7 weeks pregnant~AngelicaI tap my fingers against my knee, silently drumming away as I waited for the lady at the desk to call my name. I’m not usually an impatient person, but I have been sitting in their waiting room for over an hour now – and this wasn’t even the worst part of my day. This morning I missed my alarm so I was late for a job interview and had to reschedule for this afternoon (and the boss wasn’t happy about that), I then missed my taxi so I had to walk home which took me an hour and then I get bad stomach pains which are freaking me out so I made an appointment to see a doctor (one that can speak English) and now they’re making me wait over an hour when I could be losing my baby! How messed up! I know it would have been easier to see a Werewolf doctor, but I’m nowhere near one (not that I want
Dmitri ValentineDmitri wondered through the lively city of Paris, wrapping his coat around him as a chilly wind brushed his cheeks. It was late afternoon yet the coldness had yet to subside. Most of Dmitri's morning consisted of his mother trying to introduce him to the 'lovely' Amelia Keegan while his father was lecturing him on how to be a strong King. When Dmitri finally managed to get away from his parents, he had this Amelia girl attempting to call him on his phone, annoyed that his mother had the audacity to give his number to her. Mindlessly wandering into a cafe, Dmitri felt a tiny body collide with his. "Ouch!" A tiny, sweet voice yelped and he saw a dainty looking woman on the ground, rubbing her backside, her lips pursed angrily at him as she gestured to her coat. "I usually like to drink my coffee, not wear it."Dmitri stared at her. He took in her looks as if she were his own reflection in a mirror. Her red hair framed her face i