Olivia P.O.V
My eyes were bleeding from listening to Prince Charles bragging about himself and all he had. My checks were sore because of the occasional smile and fake laughter and at this point I might have just walked away and damned the consequences. Trying to find something interesting to distract myself, I started admiring the chandeliers which hung down from the ceiling, the crystal glass reflecting the light causing it to look like a sparkly ceiling diamond.
“Olivia…Olivia?”
“hmmm?” I said, almost immediately as he snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Weren't you listening to anything I said?”
Luckily before I could speak a sound made by a spoon hitting a glass interrupted. I gladly turned to face the speaker finally away from Charles even if it was just five minutes. It was a big relief to me.
“Hello” he said with a kind smile “ I hope we all are enjoying our evening” And there was muttered words of yes and he continued “ Well we have no one else to thank but the family of Donny”
What?! My heart skipped a beat as I slowly looked at my parents who were smiling but I knew that wasn't good, I didn't know when I stumbled and almost fell but got caught by Charlie.
“Are you okay?” he scanned my face, looking sincerely worried .
“I am fine, just a little dizzy” he didn't seem convinced, “ I am fine,” I reassured him with a smile. He nodded and led me to a chair to sit.
“I apologised for that mistake, probably the drinks are taking effect “ he attempted to make a joke and actually got the people laughing but I knew he was as scared as I was “ As I was saying we have no one else to thank but the prestigious Dennis family, and with that being said, a round applause as we invite Mr. and Mrs. Dennis and of course, their beautiful daughter, Olivia Dennis” As they clapped, I hurried to make my way to where my parents stood. When I got there, we began to move together like a decent, role-model family.
As we moved toward the aisle, they whispered praises
“What a lovely family.”
“Could they be more perfect?”
“How could they be so influential and yet so humble?”
It fuelled the ego of my parents knowing for a fact that their smiles just increased and the ignorance of these humans shocked me. They praised us like gods not knowing that we are indeed the devils in disguise, it sickened me how they were too blind to see the truth. Lost in admiration for us who were vile and sinister. The sad part of all this was that the few who knew them for who they were were silenced by fear, and others, death. The Dennis family didn’t tolerate any mistakes. My parents were perfectionists and a protector of their image that even I wasn't allowed to make mistakes. When I was six ,I went out to play with my friends and ended up staining my dress and apparently that was ladylike and I was punished for being a child. Sometimes I doubted if they had a heart.
We weren't humans, we were witches. Witches were generalised as being wicked and as much as I hate to say this, they weren't wrong. If only the people knew that they had handed over one of the most influential positions of government to the witches that some still believed were myths.
The loud clapping snapped me out of my thoughts and brought me back to reality
“Thank you, you can go back to doing whatever you're engaged in,” my father announced. Mother took me aside and looking at her, I immediately knew why
“How are things going on with Prince Charles?” She was eager to know. I debated on telling her the truth or just lying, it didn't really matter, it was probably going to have the same result.
“ I don't think he is my type” I finally said and the expression on her face was to die for. “If he isn't your type, then who is?” her face squeezed into a frown. “Stop being selfish, if it's not working now, it doesn't mean it will never work, these are sacrifices you make for your family…”
How hilarious, I was called selfish but she was the one that was selfish, if they really wanted a robot as their child they should have gotten one.
“Okay?” she said softly with an endearing smile, to an onlooker, it seemed like a heartfelt conversation between a mother and her daughter, if only they knew.
She finally walked away after squeezing my hand, a final warning.
I watched her walk away until she couldn't be seen in the crowd again, frustrated at my family but more angry with myself. I couldn't for once talk back to her or maybe scream at her to let me live my life but all I did was to say okay like an obedient puppet .
“I have been looking—”
Before he could finish his statement I walked out, damn the consequences, I wasn't going to tolerate one moment of him talking about himself. I didn't know where I was going but I just needed a rest from all this.
Suddenly, my ears picked up someone begging, whoever it was sounded very scared. I let my curiosity get the best of me and walked up towards where the voice was coming from.
“S-sir…it was a silly mistake” the voice pleaded.
I couldn't see who he was addressing at that moment but the voice was very familiar, too familiar that I already knew who it was
“Donte?” My father's voice was calm and there was silence in the room but he broke it with laughter, and soon he was shouting “Donte, how dare you make a fool out of my family and I out there. How dare you!?”
By this time, the man was already in the air and his pleading continued. I found myself shedding tears, wanting to go and stop them but my legs were glued to the floor and I just stared.
My mother was in sight now as she walked around the floating man.“ What a shame, to think I liked you,” and with that, she snapped her hand and his head was off and his body fell to the ground immediately. I gasped and immediately called the attention of my parents to my hiding place. My father came closer to me, the tears on my eyes were flowing like a river and I hated them. My father’s eyes flicked over me in disgust like I repulsed me and he barked out, “No daughter of mine shall be a weakling, Do you understand that?” I didn't reply.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND! “ he screamed at me. I moved back in fear as I nodded and they both left the room, leaving me alone with a dead man in his own blood.
Olivia P.O.VBlood was always around me. My entire body trembled as the image of the dead man kept tormenting me. I was terrified by how heartless my parents could be. I wasn't surprised they did it because this wasn't the first time.I had seen so many dead people throughout my childhood years, but I never got used to it. Everything I saw, it was always like the first time and I would go into a state of shock; cold feet, trembling hands... I guess that’s why I was referred to as weak because I was a witch yet afraid of death. This house was so big but yet it felt like a cage. The news was deceiving, there was nothing good and nice about my life, everybody thought it was a privilege to live my life, if only I was wicked enough to let them taste what they desired.“Oliviaaaaa” Jane was literally screaming her lungs out.I rolled over the bed to get my phone, I had forgotten I was on a call with my friends and dropped my phone.“Im sorry,” my voice sounded dull and more tired than usua
NATHANIEL’s POV.I had one way of relieving stress. Drinks or Poker.As casually ambiverted as I might have been about other things , I had this flare when it came down to life. I took life lightly but firm not seriously.I was generous to life and the good gracious life repaid my kind gesture on many occasions, it was like a give and take situation, an uncomplicated open relationship. Knowing I had to give life something to get another in return.I leaned back in my chair and cracked the stiffness in my neck, I could feel the stiffness crawl down through my nerves to my knuckles as I cracked them too, It wasnt untilthen that I recognized the restlessness that had been in my mind and was hovering over it.My mind had been haunted by the thoughts of how close the hunters were getting at their business of hunting the supernatural. As much as I tried to bury my head in the sand that it was not a serious issue we couldn't take care of, the thought of it alone ghosted under myskin and I f
OLIVIA'S POVThe closet thing that I had to a nightclub attire was noting. I stood In front of the mirror wondering if it was a bright idea for me to be there instead of staying at home behind my door reading a harlequin or other anything like that. Of course, I had to agree to myself that living in reality was a lot boring. So I had created a mindset for myself, an illusion to follow and had lived in it .The decision was easier to make than the first, I was not turning back to home and I am going to enjoy the night to its fullest, but would this clothes fit in . I stared at the clothes resting in front of the mirror drawer again.I picked it up and placed it on my shoulders to size myself."Mother shouldn't catch me dead in this ."I chuckled as I stared at the black dress that barely touched my knees.It was black andshimmery, with only two little string of fabricsconnecting them to me, it was paired with a nicer heels that laid near the door."Alright let see how good this would
NATHANIEL POVI hated clubs, I hated parties, I hated everything.From the stench of alcohol to the endless blastful music that were killing my ears I hated everything that had to do with the club .There were no promises of Poker, but there many signs of drinks. That was one out of the things I liked and felt like a draw to me , a win - win. I stared around the room and came face to face with a woman staring, she looked away quickly and I wondered why she had done that.One wouldn't blame one in this situations, this wasn't the most righteous place in the world, it was a place you came to drink, dance and fuck.There was something about the woman though, I thought"as I glanced at her direction again . She appeared uneasy like I was and appeared not to be enjoying the rollercoaster the club had, it was either she just wouldn't fit in or she was a fucking hypocrite. I would go for the formal since I had no idea who she was and it would be wrong for me to judge her while sitting from ac
OLIVIA'S POVHOW does it feel to kiss a total stranger? Well let us say…Perfect. It felt totally perfect kissing this man I knew nothing about.He leaned in on me as he kissed, our lips locking and nibbling against each other as soft music filtered into our eardrums. It took me time and quite a while to realize that this was not music coming from the blasting speakers, it was the music from our heart's, it was two hearts beating as one .I might not have know what a good kiss felt like or if we were both doing it the right way, If the sliding of my tongue upon his was perfectly done as we French kissed, In Fact I was ignorant of what it was to be a good kisser.Yet kissing this man I had even forgotten his name felt perfect, it was like a work of art . A work of art painted by each stroke of our brushing lips."Nathaniel!" I moaned into his lips as he slide his tongue against mine again and twirled at it.Remembering his name made me feel less than a whore and might make me feel b
OLIVIA'S POVWhat a Night!Part of my mind kept buzzing over him even as I carried through with washing my face and changing back to the dress I had worn to Jane's house. Jane was still asleep on her sofa with her dress well ridden over her ass exposing her nakedness.I felt a sharp pain on my head probably from a hangover as I grabbed my phone and walked to her cabinet hoping to find some relief pills such as aspirin or something ...I found just condoms, more condoms ."Yeah!" I muttered finally as I pulled out a bottle of aspirin.I was busy with my phone flipping through the messages I had gotten all through the night from my mother, I rolled my eyes and was about putting it away when another message popped inMom: where the hell are you ?I tried to reply bas three dots appeared to show she was typing, so I waited .Mom : Get your ass back to the house before your father finds out you are not at home.Me: Alright mom, I am on my way already.Mom: You better be, your father just
OLIVIA'S POVThe sight of the sunset illuminating Charles lanky figure in our dark living room drove me over the board as no one said anything to me about him coming over.Anger to me was Primitive, it was a very hard emotion to fight against once it escaped the prison of one's mind.The late sunset lit up the stained-glass window of our frontage, and Charles silhouette was framedright into it like a portrait: He was leaning against our traditional Chinese figurines that had been in the family for years.He heard me descending down the steps and cleared his throat before speaking.“You’re late,” Charles said. “Been waiting a while.”I pulled up my eyebrow contorting my face into a frown “I figured you enjoy popping right into other people's homes unannounced?"His tongue appeared to be tied as he said nothing but shook his head . “Not much everytime. I just tend to enjoy spending time with you." He waved his hands around. “As you can see we might be getting betrothed."I was wa
NATHANIEL’s POVTo say I wasn't obsessed with the woman would be a hard thing to say, I could not get her out of my head as everything that had to do with her kept reoccurring all through my trip. I had thought it was a one night stand, something I was doomed to forget as soon as it happened but it was two days on and I haven't been able to put it out of my mind.If felt as though I Bewitched, be it my wish to put her out of my thoughts I just couldn't, as Alexis picked me up at the airport we hugged before I got into the car, I had been away on a day trip and was glad it ended shorter than a day as I had to do everything within my capacity to get back home.Alexis and I discussed about a lot of guys thing's ranging from the business I went for which was the most important of the topic but also the shortest as we were not used to discussing about business public no matter how private it was, we discussed in my office or better still at the conference Hall. Our topic moved from busine