Mag-log inKRISTINE’S POV*********************The layers of secrets had completely undone me. I was utterly struck in a dilemma, incapable of thinking on my own at the moment. Therefore, I required assistance from the only man I could trust blindly. “I don’t know what to do, Antler.” I groaned in frustration, throwing the file in my hands on the table.“If I choose Zayne, I might lose my brother. And if I choose Dorian…” I trailed off worriedly.“I firmly believe your heart knows the answer already.”Antler only smirked in return, striking a match to light his cigarette before blowing a thick cloud of smoke into the air. “You are too weak for Zayne, Kristine. Even after knowing his nature, his obsession, his lies– You choose to be with him.” he stated the truth with devastating accuracy. “You can’t live without him. The only reason you called me here was to give you a suggestion on how to help Zayne through this, no?” “.... Yes.” I admitted. It was no less than a surrender. He let out a
THIRD POV***************The rain was harsh, hitting against Antler’s window constantly, breaking his rhythm. He was staring at the empty wall with a strange hollowness.‘What's the point of living?’On the other hand, Ariana’s car died completely. The headlights flickered once, twice, before shutting down.“Shit!” She cursed, hitting the steering wheel in frustration. She glanced at the thunderous rain outside and glanced at her phone screen that glowed with a cruel 1%.“Great.” She muttered.Though she was only two blocks away from his building, the hesitation was real. It took her twenty minutes to decide.Thoroughly drenched, Ariana stood in the hallway outside Antler’s apartment.Her clothes clung to her skin, her hair was plastered to her neck, and a small puddle was rapidly forming around her designer heels.She was uncertain, her shivering hand hovering over the doorbell. After the devastating confrontation, showing up at his “personal hell” felt too wrong. But the cold was
“A Bounty?”“Yes.” I commanded.My voice was dead, and completely unrecognizable to my own self. I picked up the bottle of whiskey, taking a long, burning gulping as I stared at her image. “No rules. No mercy. I want her hunted.”Kieran looked at me, a flicker of caution crossing his eyes, “You want her brought to you? Are you going to vanish her like Carmine did?”“No,” I hissed, my fingers tightening around the glass until it threatened to shatter. The last shred of my humanity dissolved into the dark. “I want her dead. I’m going to kill her myself, and I’m going to make Dorian watch the pieces crumble, Kieran.”“Kill her!?” To my hysterical announcement, Kieran only laughed loudly in return that only pricked my ears. “Oh boy, oh boy. Such high and mighty statements?” He mocked me. “Don’t drown so deep in rage that you forget the weight of your words, Zayne.” I glared at him, an unhinged rage filling my entire being. “I am serious, goddammit!”He stopped right at my face, star
After cleaning up, we laid back down on the mattress but there was no sleep coming for either of us.“Are you happy after getting what you wanted, again? Is my submission to your satisfaction, Mr. Nightwood.” She mocked.“As a matter of fact.” I chuckled huskily, stroking her cheekbone with my thumb.“Yes. It is. Reasonable enough for me to survive.”“Don’t give me these talks now.” She muttered, removing my hand. I smirked triumphantly, “I don’t need words. I am certain you know this extremely well.”She pouted and was about to pull away but my hand held out to catch her. My arm slowly swept around her waist to place her on top of my bare chest and gain my tranquility.But as our skins collided, the synchronization of our heartbeats made me realize she was my compassionate companion and truly deserved to know my silence.But, should I?Maybe I should. She had all the rights to know. “Kristine…”“Hmmm?” “Edric… killed my family…” I began slowly, swallowing hard, “All because I wo
But even as our lips met again, I sensed the last threads of her resistance which I must erase. “You…” Her body arched into me, yet her hands trembled against my chest, pushing and pulling in the same breath, unsure what to do.“You are doing this again, Zayne. Using sex to distract me…”“No. I am not, Kristine. I swear I am not. Not this time.” I pulled away slightly, my lip still attached to hers.But my hands gripped her elbow tightly with a desperation I failed to hide. “Right now, I just want you to realize my feelings. To understand my desperation. Please, let me.” My lips quivered, kissing her again, and again, but it wasn’t enough.Nothing was. Not anymore.She gasped against my mouth, turning her face slightly to break our kiss, “But, this doesn’t fix anything. You can’t just—”I silenced her by pressing my index finger on her lips while my other hand slid up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist.“Shhh…I’m not trying to fix it either,” I murmured, lips brushin
With my one hand handling the steering, my other hand was itching to hold the woman next to me. A light, genuinely amused smile playing on my lips that was completely contrary to her constant growl.She tried to ignore my smile but soon grew weary and whispered sorrowfully.”You said you would let me go, Zayne—that you would grant me my freedom.”“And I did,” I replied smoothly, glancing at her with a soft chuckle. “You are the one who agreed to come with me, sweetheart.””Because you gave me that look!” Her head turned to me, her eyes flashing with indignant anger. ”That didn't mean I was ordering you to come. You came of your own free will.” I teased her, dripping an effortless charm that only exasperated her further and I found it utterly amusing.Thousand times better than her silence.“Maybe it's your love for me, meaning you understood my heart without words.” ”I thought you were threatening me.” She retorted, rolling her eyes. I smiled widely, ”I was not.” ”Asshole.”
THIRD POV***************It was hard for Zayne to imagine Kieran as a married man. The man who was always surrounded by women had suddenly become a one-lady man. Strange.Zayne had instinctively pulled up to their strip club—before the realization hit him. Kieran wasn't there. He was at the estat
KRISTINE’S POV*********************Every second passed was a tiny needle against my patience. By the time the front door finally clicked open at ten, the anger burst from me.I frowned, tapping my foot impatiently on the ground when Zayne came in his usual majestic form, looking irresistible like
PRESENT:Unwillingly, Antler remembered the old memory. It undoubtedly stung him, but that time was gone. Resting against the wall, he was staring into nothingness, speaking to the air, praying an apparition of Anna would listen to his tale.“When I saw you, I thought you were someone who wouldn’t
THIRD POV***************5 Years Ago:Just when Antler began to imagine a delightful future, his felicity was stolen from him. The difference of the world between his and Ariana’s crashed on him, ruining everything he wanted to build.“Why don’t you get it, Antler! This is about my future. I must







