From Alassandra's POVAs a result of my father's words, I was left in a state of shock. At no point did I consider that I might have been pregnant, regardless of the fact that it made sense after all the sex Ikaris and I had together. There was no doubt in my mind that now, more than ever, it was imperative that I find a way out of here; the life of my unborn child depended on it.As darkness fell, I felt the pull of the moon call me. Turning my gaze to the small window-like hole in the ceiling, I stood there staring at the moon. Although it wasn't considered a full moon, something about it was different. Through the small hole, I could see a glowing red ring begin to form around the moon. At that moment, my entire body was filled with a tingling sensation that originated from my toes and worked its way up to my head. Closing my eyes, my head fell back, and I felt myself begin to slowly levitate off the ground. I began chanting words in a language I had never heard myself speak before
From Alassandra's POV The taste of his cock in my mouth, to put it mildly, was overwhelming, and I could not stop myself from savoring it. The intense sensation ignited a fire within me, fueling my desires and leaving me yearning for more. In that moment, I felt a sense of liberation, as if my inhibitions had melted away, allowing me to fully embrace my primal instincts and indulge in the pleasure that engulfed me. The moment he slid his entire length into my mouth, Ikaris moaned in pleasure as his hands gripped my head. "Fuck!" he mumbled. It was with a growing sense of satisfaction that I moaned, knowing he was pleased, when suddenly I left his hands around my shoulders. Ikaris lifted me to my feet and pushed me toward the bed. "As much as I want to fuck you right here and right now, I need to know what the fuck is on?" he said. "Seriously? You don't want to fuck me?" I asked, tilting my head to the side as I slid my fingers down the front of his dick and licked the outside of my
My dear readers,Forgive me, but this is not the real chapter. For reasons I cannot explain, the second part of this book will not be uploaded to this platform. Rest assured that this book will be completed and will be available on KU once it’s finished and fully edited.This is definitely not something that I would ever want to do, as I realize that it is very unprofessional. I take pride in my work, but sometimes, life takes us through certain aspects that we are not able to control.I am so grateful to have such loyal readers. Those who have followed my other books.For more information on my books and other upcoming projects this year, please visit my social media pages. Plus, cool aesthetics and much more.As always, much love and respect ~Mistress of the West
Prologue When I was a child, I enjoyed listening to my mother's stories. Portraying the never-ending struggle between darkness and light. I would always look forward to her stories, which would be very entertaining. She always told me darkness represents malevolence, while light represents positivity and virtue. Her belief was that the power of light was the sole means by which darkness could be defeated. The resounding message she would consistently convey in her stories is that light will perpetually prevail over the darkness."Don't worry, Alassandra, light always wins," she would tell me, kissing my forehead and wrapping me in blankets.Now that she's gone, I miss those stories.As I reflect on my upbringing, one of the most prominent memories I have is observing my father, who had a career as a lawyer. Dedicating countless hours to his work, often working late into the night. In all of Moro County, my father worked for one of the most well-respected law firms. Given the widespre
****Eight Years Later***"Alassandra! Alassandra! It came! It came!" my sister Lillian shouted as she ran into the house.After my parents died, Yadhira took me in and raised me as her own, but I was old enough to know that was not true. On the other hand, Lillian was six years younger than me then. It didn't take much to convince her that I was her sister, and I didn't mind. I needed a friend at the time. Lillian and I did everything together, as close as siblings should be. She was my best friend, and I never felt like she was anything other than my sister. We were inseparable, and to this day, we remain the same."What came in?" I asked as Lillian ran into the room, looking like a hot mess.Her long black hair, tied in a bun, fell out while running from the mailbox upstairs. Her bright green eyes glowed with excitement, and her ordinarily ivory-colored skin was flushed."Your acceptance letter," she said as she took off her pink cashmere sweatshirt and tossed it on the bed before h
As we sat down for dinner, I couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over me at the thought that this would be one of the last dinners I would have with Yadhira and Lillian. I knew this would be the last time we would be together for a while.In the aftermath of the death of my parents, Yadhira and Lillian became my family; blood could not unite us. My relationship with them had grown so close that I couldn't imagine life without them. They were my rock, source of strength, and unconditional love. Leaving them felt like losing a part of myself."Alassandra, dear, is something wrong?" Yadhira asked."Uh, no," I replied, wiping away a tear."You haven't touched your food, dear," she said, glancing at my plate and then at me.Initially, I glanced at Lillian, who shook her head and mouthed, "No," before returning my attention to Yadhira."Actually, I want to tell you something," I replied."Go on," Yadhira said as she put her fork down on the table and crossed her hands together. I
***Two Months Later***Saying goodbye to Lilian was more complicated than I had anticipated. For the last two months, I had tried to make the transition as easy as possible, but we always ended up in tears no matter how I approached the situation.In the days leading up to my departure, Yadhira had become distant. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that she was hiding something from me. When I asked her about it, she smiled and denied anything had changed. She insisted that she was just sad to me leave and was busy preparing for my departure. I had a feeling that she wasn't telling the truth, but there was nothing I could do.The second most challenging day of my life had finally arrived: the day I had to leave for Whimsic. Deep down, I was so happy to be on my own finally, but as I drove down the interstate, I felt more alone than ever. A single tear fell as I recalled Lilian's last words.(Flashback)"I'm going to miss you, Lil," I told her
The moment I heard his voice, it stirred something inside me. I felt a rush of emotion. A feeling I had never felt before. I couldn't explain it, but my body tingled as I sat there listening to the sound of his voice as he gave his lecture. It was a sensation unlike any other."In his highest potential, man is the noblest of all animals; without law and justice, he is the most terrible. Aristotle once said those exact words," he said as he walked around the stage."Every one of you has the highest potential to perfect the justice system, which is why you are here. To study it, perfect it, and make a difference in our unjust world. The question is, which of you will achieve that?" he said as he stopped and paused for a moment; a smile graced his face as he began to speak again. "The next four years are crucial to your career. If you thought this would be a walk in the park, I am here to tell you. You won't find sympathy here." He said with a slight smirk that reached his honey-brown ey