The Reaper's sons のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️The following chapter contains adult content.Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY.You've been warned, leave now or regret later.Enjoy, sinners x Ocean I open my mouth and immediately close it. "Watch them," Octavius whispers, pressing my body against the glass dome. The robe I'm wearing fits too loosely for my liking, threatening to reveal my naked body at any moment.I take a deep breath and let my gaze fall on the vampires in the arena. Obviously, I've missed a few steps in their game by now; they're both on the ground, wrestling against each other. They're not using too much strength; it's visible even fr

Ocean The next time I see Ada is when I'm supposed to get ready for dinner with the brothers. I smile at the girl, but her saddened expression makes me feel sorry for her. "Are you in trouble? Is it because of me?" I ask, strolling towards her. Thankfully, she doesn't look hurt, and there's no visible damage to her skin. After the nap I took during the day, it wasn't that hard to stand on my feet anymore, so I suppose my body regained its strength faster than expected."No, I'm not in trouble, Ocean, and even if I were, it couldn't be your fault. I ignored my master's order, and that's the only thing that upsets me. I guess it's just that I haven't met another human in years, and I was a little too excited to stay around you. I'm sure there won't be any more problems; I'll try to be on my best behaviour." She grins, silently promising me that her words are nothing but lies. I'm sure the little hothead will be around me more than she's

Ocean  I stand before the full-length mirror and wonder if I will ever see the spark in my eyes. Humans are told to have one when they feel happy, but I guess happiness is an emotion that never managed to reach me. All I can do is sigh and count the seconds until one of the brothers or maids beckons me to follow them. I don't want to wear another collar, and if I only had a chance, I'd run as far away as I could. As long as Vladimir was my owner, I never knew what would come next, and in time I found peace in the darkness and in everything he called terror. It's easier to endure torture than to live with the thought of becoming a slave. Stupidly, part of me hopes Octavius and Kieran will change their minds- there are so many women out there who would die to become their wives or slaves. But why me? A tear escapes my eye, and I waste no time in wiping it away. I may feel defeated, but I won't give t

Kieran As soon as the ceremony is over, we separate Ocean from her friends. As a human, she has no idea how our society works, let alone the smallest laws we must follow. Collared humans must return home no later than midnight, except on ceremonial nights. But as soon as the official part is over, they must leave. Ocean stays here, and the other women go back to the club. I knew she'd be mad at us, not that I care half as much about her tantrums as Octavius does. The dimwit brother runs after Ocean as soon as she walks up the stairs. Obviously, he'll do anything to endear himself to her, especially after the decision he made. Not that Octavius would ever tell her that; after all, he's going to make me the bad guy. And honestly, I don't mind.As I close the door behind the last guest, I want to collapse on the floor and think of an idea to explain everything. The collar

Kieran If I didn't leave a few things behind, I wouldn't run into Ocean and Octavius at breakfast. I'm not surprised - they are close, have been since day one. But the huge bruise that's formed on her face makes me lose whatever composure I have in me. "Who the fuck did this to you?" The words leave me before I register what I have said. I don't notice as I rush to Ocean's side, hold her chin in my hand and force her to look up at me. My blood boils; whoever did this to her will pay the highest price possible. I don't tolerate abuse in my household, especially not when it comes to someone I own. Hell, I wouldn't tolerate someone breaking something I worked my ass off for. I wait a minute, maybe two, but she continues to stare at me as if she's seen a ghost, and no answer comes. So I exhale to seem calmer and repeat myself. "Who did this?" For a split second, I notice her take a quick glance at my brother, and some