A/N: Hi all. I have read so many amazing fanfics over the years and have been inspired to give it a go myself. I'm fairly new to it, and it's not perfect, but I'm enjoying myself. I hope you enjoy it too.
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The below are all based on characters from The Royal Romance by Pixelberry.
Queen of Hearts Title Page ✅️
This is my first fanfic. Some chapters are NSFW. More details in fic title page and chapter list. Based loosely on The Royal Romance by Pixelberry, although most is canon divergent.
Queen of Hearts Deleted Scenes ✅️
Plus One Title Page ✅️
Some chapters will be NSFW. More details in fic title page and chapter list. An idea that came to me after watching The Wedding Date.
Echoes of Yesterday Title Page 🆔️
Some chapters will be NSFW. More details in fic title page and chapter list.
Man of Honour Title Page ✅️
Some chapters will be NSFW. More details in fic title page and chapter list. An idea that came to me after watching Made of Honour.
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Summary: Bella, the daughter of murdered King of New York Adrian Raines, wants revenge. The Rhys family killed her parents to take the throne. Now she will stop at nothing until she gets her revenge.
A/N: I was away for awhile taking care of a few personal issues thank you for your patience
This is my first time writing. This is a love story eventually but it does get dark. I was inspired by @katurrade by her Mobster Liam AU and decided to try my hand at writing. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.
Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, assassination. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.
Word count: 1245
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Chapter 12
Bella got ready the next day. She kept herself
occupied most of the day but now it was late
afternoon. Liam has been texting her and calling her.
He left her several messages. She had not listened to
them yet. She did not want to hear his voice. She
loved him that part she knew. How can you love and
hate someone so much? Her emotions were all over
the place. She knew if she heard his voice it would
cause her heart to rip open again.
She opened her nightstand drawer and looked at a
picture of her and her parents. A tear slipped down
her cheek as she looked at them, anger boiling in her
veins. She needed to remember the reason she was
doing all of this. She couldn’t let Liam get in the way.
She needed to force down all her feelings. If she
didn’t it would not only be dangerous for her, her
parents would not be avenged. She closed her eyes
picturing her parents and how happy they were. How
much they loved each other. How their lives were cut
short. All for a crown, for power. She took a deep
breath and texted Liam.
Bella: Hey handsome, I’m sorry I didn’t get back to
you. I just got back in town.
She waits for his reply and her phone starts ringing.
Dammit, why couldn’t he just texted me back. She
keeps her parents photo in her left hand. She takes a
deep breath looking down at her parents photo
before answering the phone in her right hand.
“Hello?”
“Hey beautiful, I was so worried about you. Are you
okay?”
Her heart jumps hearing his voice. He sounds
like he really missed her. She could hear the worry
and relief in his voice.
“Im fine Liam. How are you?”
“Better now that I’m talking to you. I missed you so
much Love.”
Bella shuts her eyes taking a deep breath trying to
sound normal. Stay strong Bella.. She tells herself.
“I missed you too.”
“Are you at home? I want to see you.”
A tear falls down her face, the photo in her hand shaking.
“Liam, I had a really long flight, I’m just really tired. Can I call you tomorrow?”
there’s a pause before Liam asks, “Bella…..are you okay? You sound different.”
...Shit… she thinks.
“Im okay. Just tired. I really missed you too. I want to see you but I’m exhausted.”
“Let me come over, I can draw you a bath and give you a massage. I...I need to see you...please.”
Bella closes her eyes trying to keep together. Fuck why did he have to be so perfect. Don’t fall for it Bella. She glances at the picture again for strength.
“Baby, I missed you too, but really I just want to shower and go to sleep.” We can meet tomorrow, okay?
Another pause. She can hear his sigh thru the phone.
“Okay Love, I will call you tomorrow. I love you Bella... so much.”
She digs her nails into her palm drawing blood.
“I love you too Liam. I will talk to you tomorrow.”
“FUCK!!!” she screams, not bothering to wipe the
tears that fall as she grabs a shot glass and bottle.
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Liam hangs up the phone. An ache in his heart. He
really wanted to see Bella. She sounded different…..
maybe she was having second thoughts? Maybe
there's someone else? The thought of Bella with
someone else brought out a rage in him he never felt
before. She was his and his alone.
He thinks back to when he saw her for the first time
after thinking that she was dead. The joy and
happiness he felt. He knew it was fate and that they
were meant to be together forever. They way they
made love….he assumed that she felt the same way.
Could she be in a relationship? She didn’t even bother to text him once during the past couple of
days. He just realized he knew nothing about her life
over the past 5 years. Maybe she is already with
someone. Someone as beautiful as her couldn’t be
single. He was just so happy she was alive that he
didn’t even stop to consider that she might have
moved on. She said herself that she didn’t remember
him. Here he was pouring his heart out to her, how
she was his love, and she could be taken. No! It
doesn't matter if she’s with someone. I lost her once.
I wont lose her again. Bella is his life his world. He
would be with her not matter what it cost. He gets up
from his desk pacing. He needed to find out about
her, but how? He promised her he would keep her
secret. There was only one person he could trust. He
picks up his phone and makes a call.
“Hey Li, whats up?”
Drake, there’s something I need you to do. It has to stay between us…..”
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Constantine is in his office reviewing the footage of
the hotel Bastien sent over. He sees the same
women that was with Tariq walk out of the hotel
alone. He can see her get into a dark colored SUV but
cant make out much more. The camera is too far
away. There is no footage of anyone else with her.
The Phoenix had to be waiting in the room already,
but how? The room was Tariq’s not hers. He tells
himself. He was trying to get info on the Phoenix but
was not able to come up with much. Most of it was
hearsay from others. Those who did see the Phoenix
face to face met their untimely deaths. He was a
shadow, a ghost. Constantine grabs the phone to
make a call.
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After a few shots, Bella stands up and starts to pace
thinking how she will even be able to be “normal”
when she sees Liam tomorrow. She knows she won’t
be able to put off seeing him for another day. She
decides to train again for a few hours before bedtime
to clear her mind. Exhausted, she has a few more
drinks and falls asleep quickly.
Bella finds herself walking down the hall. She is excited and nervous to tell her parents about Liam. She decides to tell them now before the show. She gets to her parents bedroom and hears their voices, the door was open just a crack. She peeks inside and sees her father talking to her mother. “We must be careful” her father says. If it is true and he is a traitor, he will come after all of us. I have no doubt.” Her mother gets up from the bed hugging her father. “Adrian”, she tells him. “We must keep Bella safe.” I can't bear to lose her, or you.” she says sobbing. I won’t let anything happen to you or Bella.” Her father tells her mother holding her close. “Let us just enjoy tonight together as a family. “Tomorrow Constantine will be dealt with.” Surprised by what she has heard, she runs to her room. Constantine...wants us dead? She would have to wait to tell them about Liam. Their lives were in danger.
Bella startles awake drenched in sweat.
“Constantine…….. he knew. He knew my father found
out he was a traitor. That’s why he took him out first.”
she whispers.
Chapter 13
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Summary: Few years later after Drake and Riley’s wedding and Hana being in the hospital, how is everyone going?
Author’s note: Some characters belong to PB I’m just borrowing them, but the new ones (Shophie, Leon, Lana, Rose) are mine. Be aware English is not my mother language, so if you find a mistake feel free to show me.
Word count: 3169
P.S 1= In this chapter a special thanks to: all my friends who encouraged me to continue this fic, to @a-teardrop-blog for helping me with the grammar and review, and much more for your patience with me. Thank you so much girl. ❤ And to @rileybeaumont a fervent MaxStan and @alanakusumastan a LiamStan but nevertheless continued reading until here supporting me ♥ !
Seven years have passed and now Drake and Riley were about to celebrate their wool wedding anniversary, but before heading to their trip they made a stop at the Beaumont State for their nephew's birthday party.
The couple was at their hotel room, getting ready for the party when Drake approached Riley from behind to help her close the zipper of her dress. She tossed her hair aside, giving him space, and he looked at her through the mirror.
“So… are you ready, Riley?”
She looked back at him and smiled. “I think so… So many things have changed since we’ve been here.”
He smiled and rubbed her arms. “Don’t tell me…”
She looked one more time on the mirror, giving the final touches on her hair and to the dress on her body before turning to Drake.
“So?”
He was leaning on the sofa, admiring her. “Beautiful as always!”
She approached him, wrapped an arm in his neck and gave him a quick kiss.
“Drake Walker, have I ever told you how flattering you’ve become?”
He tightened his fingers around her waist.
“I’m just telling you the truth.”
She looked him up and down and bit her bottom lip. “You don’t look bad yourself.” Her hands traveled on his chest. “But, we’re going to be late. Let’s go!” She quickly grabbed his hands and pulled him to the door.
A little while later they arrived at the Beaumont State but were caught by surprise when they saw a different and smaller house. When Savannah showed up to greet them, she hugged them both. “Oh, God, I’m so happy you guys came!”
Drake hugged his sister back but couldn’t hide the shock.
“Drake-”
He interrupted her. “Oh, God, what happened, sis? I didn’t notice the different address on the invitation.”
Before Savannah could answer, Bertrand showed up with little Sophie in his arms.
“Oh my God! How big you are!” Riley exclaimed and Sophie blushed.
“They grow so fast! It’s almost crazy!”
They laughed.
“How about walking, little one?” Bertrand put a hand on his back. “Papa is not young anymore.”
He put his daughter on her feet and grabbed her hand while shaking Riley and Drake's hands.
“Please, come in, the party is just starting.”
They all went to the back of the house, where other children were playing, and next to two of them were Liam and Hana. When Liam saw Drake, he opened a large smile and came to greet his friend with a hug. “Oh, brother, I didn’t know you would really come!”
Drake hugged his friend back. “How could I miss my nephew's birthday? Besides, it’s on the way to our trip.”
Liam looked at Riley. “Oh, I see.” He shook her hand. “How are you?”
Riley smiled, shaking his hand back. “I’m great.”
“That’s wonderful to hear.”
“Yeah… I can see you’re doing good too after all.”
“Oh, don’t remind me about any of that, I can no longer be king, but I can say I was never so happy before. I can almost say that now I have all I've ever wanted.”
His eyes lingered on Hana and their two kids playing and eating.
Suddenly, Savannah showed up and lead Riley to another room. “Excuse us guys.”
Riley, unable to understand why she did that, asked: “Oh, what happened, Vannah?”
“Nothing big, I just wanted to save you.”
“Save me? From what? I’m not following.” She frowned.
“From the awkwardness there.”
Riley laughed. “That? Don’t worry, Vannah! It’s ok, we may not be friends, but Drake and Liam are and, after all these years, there’s no point in holding grudges.”
“Are you serious?”
“Come on, Vannah, look at me and your brother. Do you really think I’m not the happiest woman in this world?”
Savannah nodded and looked at her happy brother.
“Seriously, Vannah, you don’t have to worry about me, or even about them. Maybe just with your kids and the party.”
The two women shared a laugh and Savannah left to open the door for the newly arrived guests.
Meanwhile, Drake and Liam were chatting in the backyard.
“You know, I still don’t believe your father didn’t give up, even in the end.”
“Really. It is still unbelievable, he died from lung cancer, he saw how fragile and short life is and even that way he wouldn't stop trying to separate Hana and I, only because she wasn’t able to keep a baby in her uterus for nine months. He drove everyone crazy when he heard we hired a surrogate mother, but damn it! It was still our child, just growing on someone else's belly!”
“Right? I hope he can see his mistake, wherever he is.”
“So do I.”
“But… Don’t you miss being king at all?”
“Sometimes… you know? I was raised for that life, I learned almost everything I could since I was a child to rule Cordonia and fight for it, and have this being taken away from my hands wasn’t easy. I couldn’t sleep for months, worried about Cordonia and it’s future and the possibility of Hana’s father no longer accepting us together.”
“Rough times, I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.”
“Yeah, and not to mention I wanted to make Hana a queen. My queen. And I couldn’t.” Liam had a somber face.
“Liam, I’m sure Hana doesn’t care about that.”
“I know, but I wished I could do that. But let’s forget about this because now I think all things are going well, I have Mr. Lee's support and Hana and I have two amazing children today. Look at their faces!”
They looked at Hana and the kids.
“You know, Liam, looking again she even seems younger.”
Liam smiled, admiring his family.
“I think I can say you even seem lighter…” Drake said, wondering.
“Maybe is the weight of the crown that’s no longer on my shoulders.”
They both laughed.
“But you are different too Drake, you seem less grumpy now if you know what I mean.”
Drake smiled blissfully. “Happiness does that to us.”
“Totally agree!”
They toasted and drank their soda.
After all the guests have arrived, Savannah and Bertrand called everybody to sing happy birthday and cut the cake. After all the best wishes to the kids and cake eating, Riley was chatting with Maxwell.
“So, you guys are doing so great in NY, huh?”
“Yeah, now Drake has his own law firm, I have my own publishing company and we have two dogs. You know… I can’t imagine my life different now. However, let's stop talking about me, I heard you are a dancer now, huh?”
Max opens his mouth in shock. “How do you know that?”
“Max, I have internet, we are on the twenty-first century!”
He laughed.
“Yeah, you’re right. But I can’t waste my dance skills. I’m not Agent Breakdancing for no reason, right?”
Riley laughed and hugged him tightly.
“I missed you so much, Max!”
He hugged her back.
She released him and asked: “Max… Didn't Bertrand try to stop you not even once?”
“Well… you know him. He said: 'You can’t do that, you are going to throw the Beaumont name in the mud' more times than I can count, but in the end, we needed the money.” He looked down.
“Max, if you don’t want to talk about that, it’s ok.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… It was a rough time for him and if we were broke before… after Liam lost his throne and when the new king made changes on the court, our house was unsustainable. We had to move, we sold the house and with the money, we paid our dues and bought this new home, smaller as you can see.”
Riley put a hand on her mouth, in shock. “Oh, God! But the new king kicked all of you from the court?”
“No, but we no longer had the same influence as we had before.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that Max, I can’t even imagine how hard all this was for all of you.”
“Nah, you know this is harder on him than on me.”
Riley tried to smile in comfort. “I know.”
Max touched Riley’s arm. “But everything is going to be better, I’m planning on opening my own school dance!”
“Wow! Look at you!”
Maxwell opened his mouth.
“Oh! I realized there's someone I wanna introduce to you!”
“Who?”
“Come here.”
Max pulled Riley with him and approached a young lady in the other room.
“Lady Rose.”
The woman turned and looked at Max, grinning widely, and when she saw Riley she blushed.
“Lady Rose, this is Riley, my best friend in this world.”
“Oh! It's you, the famous Riley!”
“I don’t know about famous, but… that’s me.”
Rose extended her hand and Riley shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Rose.”
“I’m glad to finally meet you, Max always talks about his American friend that once lived in Cordonia.”
“Always? How long would that be?”
Max laughed.
“Riley, actually Rose and I are engaged.”
“What? And you didn’t tell me about this sooner?” Riley punched Max’s arm.
“Ouch! I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to tell you this on the phone!”
Rose laughed.
“So, tell me, how did you meet?”
“Well… the new king called for a meeting and I was there with Bertrand when Lady Rose Victoria came with her family.”
“I’m from a minor house in Cordonia, and in that meeting, Max looked at me…”
“I couldn’t take my eyes off of her! I swear!”
“I was very intimidated at first, but when he came to talk to me, he introduced himself and apologized for staring so much.”
“Look at this! Maxwell was caught by love at first sight.” Riley teased him.
Rose blushed again, but Max wrapped one hand around her waist and kissed her forehead.
“Indeed.”
"Bertrand was demanding for me to stop courting her... He thought her parents would not accept me because we're broken and I'm a dancer."
“But my father always said if I were to marry one day, it would be for love and not for money or position, like people used to do at court.”
“Wow, I don’t even know your father but I like him already.”
“Don’t tell me! Now I’m saving money to buy our own house, her dad already gave us the wedding party.”
Riley looked at Max with a questioning face.
“Don't worry! We'll make sure you’re invited when we choose the date!”
“Good, and if you don’t, you know…”
Someone bumped into Riley’s back before she could finish the sentence.
“God, I’m so sorry!”
When Riley and the other person turned and looked at each other, there was Hana trying to clean her dress, and when she realized she had bumped into Riley, she was paralyzed.
“It’s ok.” Riley tried to calm Hana down.
“I’m sorry, one of the kids was running and pushed me over you. Please…”
“Hana, It’s really ok. Don’t worry.”
“Hey, I have to go… over there…” Maxwell took Rose’s hand in his and left, leaving Hana and Riley alone.
The two women shared a look.
“I… I’m going… I don’t want to bother you…”
“Hana…”
“Y… Yes…?”
“Look, since I’m here, let me say something. Years ago, I did read your letter, ok? And I’m glad you are still alive.”
Hana opened her mouth in shock.
“Are… are you serious?”
“Yes, I am. Look we aren’t friends anymore, but I never wished your death, I heard about the times you were in the hospital because of some pregnancy that almost killed you, and today I saw you so happy with your kids…”
Hana looked down and smiled.
“Yes... I was miserable when the doctor said I was sterile, and when I got pregnant it was like a miracle, but no longer after I discovered my uterus would not support a pregnancy, and that’s why I always lost the babies…”
Hana told Riley how she had her children and Constantine dethroned Liam.
“This does not surprise me at all… But who is the king now?”
“A Liam's distant cousin. You know… royal blood and blah blah blah…”
“Yeah, I get it. Maybe it was for the best, who knows, huh?”
“Right? It’s what I try to tell Liam. Anyway, I’m sorry for taking your time.”
“It’s ok, I was the one who started the talking.”
“Before I leave… Riley, can I ask you something…?”
“Go ahead.”
“You and Drake… how are things going?”
Riley looked at Drake talking to his sister on the other side of the house and smiled, sparkles in her eyes.
“I… I couldn’t be happier.”
Hana grinned.
“I’m so glad to hear that!”
“So…”
“I… wish you the best, Riley. I meant that back then and I still do.”
“Thank you, Hana. I wish you the same.”
They nodded in agreement and parted in separate ways. Riley approached Drake and kissed him on the cheek from behind. He recognized her sweet and floral scent and responded by wrapping her shoulder and pulling her against his body.
“Hey, babe.”
She leaned her head on his chest and smiled.
“I’ll give you some space.” Savannah left them together.
“Something happened?”
“Oh, no. Nothing. I just wanted to feel you.”
“Oh!” He smiled fondly. “Anytime you want, you know I’m always here for you, right?”
He gave her a peck on the tip of her nose.
“I know.” She tilts her head and looks at him. “Me too. Ok?”
He tightened his grip on her. “I know.”
After staying like this for a while, Drake whispered.
“Babe, I… It’s better we get going, we have to wake up early tomorrow.”
“Well, let’s say goodbye then.”
He intertwined his fingers with Riley's and they walked to greet Max.
“Max, we’re leaving.”
“Oh! So soon?” He made a sad face.
“Yeah… But you already know what you owe me, right?
They laughed.
“Don’t worry, Riley, I’ll make sure you both are invited!” Rose shook Riley and Drake’s hands.
“It was a pleasure, Lady Rose, I wish you two the best.” Drake smiled.
“Just make my older brother happy, and don’t forget to be happy too, ok?”
Riley hugged both of them and they left to talk to Liam.
“Liam, we’re leaving.”
“So soon?”
Riley laughed.
“Oh, sorry.” Liam said, embarrassed.
“It’s ok, Liam, it’s just that Max said the same thing to us.”
He laughs.
“So he agrees with me” He extended a hand to Riley. “You look great by the way.”
She responded to his greeting. “Thank you. You guys too, Liam.”
Hana approached, holding Liam’s arm, and he said. “Hon, they’re leaving.”
“Oh, It was good to see you today!”
Riley smiled and waved while Drake hugged Liam.
Hana shouted to her son. “Hey, don’t do that to your sister!” She looked at the couple. “Excuse me, guys.”
“Go, go. We get it.”
Liam smiled. “If you guys excuse me too, I’ll go help her, Leon is impossible these days and Lana is not getting behind.”
Drake and Riley smiled back and when they were going to look for Savannah, she surprised them.
“Are you planning on leaving without saying goodbye?”
“Of course not, sis! We’re just saving the best for last.”
“Are you learning to be funny now, Drake?”
“Just come here.” Drake hugged his sister tightly.
Savannah hugged him back and when she released him, she looked at the couple and held their hands.
“Before you two go, let me ask you something.”
“Bring it on.”
“I saw you two leaned over there looking at the kids running… But when do you plan to have one?”
Drake and Riley looked at each other and tried to give a straight answer, without being rude.
“Look, sis, I know you are going to insist on this and just so you know, we decided to not have kids.”
“What do you mean by that? I want my own nephews too!” Savannah said with a dour face.
“Look, sis… really, Riley and I talked about this years ago, and this is a taken decision. We won’t change our minds.”
“I can’t believe that!”
“Uncle Drake!” Bartie and Sophie ran into Drake’s legs.
He taps the kids' hairs.
“Just don’t get your uncle naked on your party, ok?”
They all laughed and Riley bent down to hug the children and say goodbye, so they ran away letting the adults talk.
Bertrand approached. “So is it time, huh?”
“Yeah, we’ll get our plane tomorrow morning.”
They said their proper goodbyes and returned to their hotel room.
On the way, Riley was leaned on Drake’s shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her. “You know, it was good to see all of them after all this time, Liam seemed so happy, like I never saw him before.”
“Hana told me what happened, at least they found a way to be happy in the end. Too bad Constantine couldn’t enjoy and be a part of that.”
Drake nodded in agreement.
Not long after they arrived at their hotel room, Drake closed the door behind them and Riley started to undress, but he quickly held her hand.
“Don’t…”
Riley turned and looked at him. “What? I’m going to take a shower.”
“It’s not that. Just let… let me help you out of this dress.”
She smiled playfully, aware of his intentions.
_____X_____
A while later, after a lovely time together in the shower, they were cuddling on the bed and he kissed her forehead.
“So, are you excited to start our trip tomorrow?”
“As ready as ever. With you by my side, every year I have a reason to celebrate.”
Drake smiled and looked thoughtfully at the lights of the city through the balcony’s door.
Riley put her finger on his chin, turning his head in her direction, making him look at her.
“What are you thinking, Drake Walker?”
“I don’t know… But seeing Liam sad about his throne made me think that if he had married you he would still be king.”
“What is that now?”
“Think about it.”
“No, I can’t think about it, simply because I see all of this in another way.”
“How?”
“Seeing Hana and Liam together and with their kids today, I realized something I couldn’t see before. That this isn’t the kind of life I ever wanted, and if things were different then they are now, I would be miserable… and I think it would not be just me.”
Drake smiled and kissed her passionately and adoring.
“You know, Brooks? You’re completely right.”
She kissed him back and smiled.
“I know I am. Never forget how much I love you.”
She kissed him one more time and lied on his chest.
He pulled her fiercely against his body and kissed her.
“Happy wool wedding anniversary.”
They fell asleep, resting to catch their plane and head to their trip where they would celebrate their love, as they’ve been doing every year since they got married.
The fluorescent light of the airport terminal was harsh and unforgiving, doing nothing to soften the outline of Drake's agony. Airport staff, alerted by the commotion at security, approached and began to politely but firmly ask him to leave the restricted area.
Drake didn't argue. He slowly, painfully, hauled himself up off the cold tile floor. Every muscle ached with the abrupt deflation of adrenaline, and his legs felt like heavy, dead weights. He walked back toward the check-in desks, a solitary figure swallowed by the indifferent rush of travellers. He looked completely defeated, his shoulders slumped, his clothes dishevelled.
He found Penelope and Zeke waiting anxiously near the check-in queue. Penelope rushed forward, her face etched with fear.
"Drake, did you find her?" she asked, her voice tight and worried.
Drake didn't speak. He simply nodded sadly, the small, agonising movement causing fresh tears to stream down his face, leaving clean trails on the grime and sweat.
"Well, where is she?" Penelope looked frantically toward the security barrier, expecting to see Emilia return.
"She left anyway," Drake whispered, his voice hoarse and ravaged. "I told her I love her, and she told me she loves me." He paused, the memory of the kiss and the subsequent rejection clearly playing in his mind. "But she said she doesn't know if she can believe me after she heard me say those things to Kiara. She said she needed to protect herself. She needs to protect her heart."
A choked sob escaped him, shaking his shoulders. "She... she needs to protect herself from me."
"Oh, Drake," Penelope breathed, tears instantly welling in her eyes as she reached out a hand, powerless against his despair.
Drake pressed his palms against his eyes, trying to stem the flow, but it was useless. "Then she turned, and didn't look back." He let out a loud, anguished cry that cut sharply through the steady hum of the busy airport, drawing brief, curious stares from passing strangers.
Penelope didn't hesitate. She was immediately at his side, pulling his collapsing body into a tight, desperate hug, resting her head against his shoulder.
"Maybe she just needs some time," Penelope murmured, rubbing his back. "She's in shock, she's hurt. Maybe after the wedding, when you're back in London, you can reach out to her. You can explain properly."
Drake pulled back and shook his head emphatically, the motion violent. "No, Pen. This was her saying goodbye. You should've seen her, she's broken. I broke her. It's all my fault."
Zeke, standing firmly by, stepped forward, his expression full of steady sympathy. "Drake, you made a mistake. You said what you did, but Emilia misunderstood—"
"Don't, Zeke," Drake interrupted, the denial sharp and ragged. "I don't deserve your sympathy. It's all my fault. The one woman I have met in my entire fucking life who I truly care about, who I love more than anything, has gone because my stupid sarcastic words broke her heart. I love her. She's the one. And she's gone." His final words were heavy, flat declarations of permanent loss.
Zeke and Penelope gently helped the devastated man out of the airport and back to the car. The sedan swallowed the trio in its dark silence. Penelope insisted on sitting in the back with Drake, her small hand covering his for support.
They drove back toward the palace in heavy silence. Drake stared blindly out the window, his eyes vacant, the city lights blurring into streaking tears. The expression on his face was utterly, comprehensively broken.
When they finally entered the palace, the atmosphere was a dizzying contrast to their heavy despair. The main hallway was a flurry of last-minute activity. Staff rushed past, arranging flowers and lighting candles. The soft strains of an orchestra tuning up filtered down from the ballroom. The Unity Gala was about to begin.
Standing near the grand staircase were Liam, Leo, and Liv, all dressed immaculately for the evening. They all rushed forward with a worried expression.
"Drake! Where have you been? We were about to send out a search party!" Liam asked, his voice a mix of relief and confusion. "The Gala starts in twenty minutes. Where's Emilia?"
Drake stopped dead, the sight of his friends, happy and whole, acting as a strange pressure cooker for his grief. He looked from his best friend to Liv, then to Leo, his eyes wet and bloodshot.
"She's gone," Drake stated, the words flat and toneless, devoid of the earlier frantic energy. He was numb. "She left."
A strained silence fell over the small group. Drake took a shaky breath, the need to confess, to purge the poison of Kiara's lie, overwhelming him. He told them everything, the words rushing out in a low, choked torrent—about his conversation with Kiara, about what he had said, about Emilia overhearing and misunderstanding his true meaning. He told them she had left, about Penelope and Zeke driving him to the airport, and the desperate, futile chase.
"I caught her at security," he finished, his voice breaking. "And I told her. I told her I love her. And she told me she loves me too." He swallowed, the memory the final, crippling blow. "But she left anyway, because she has lost trust in me. She said she needs to protect herself. She needs to protect her heart."
Liv's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes instantly welling with tears for Emilia. Leo looked stunned, his playful smile replaced by a look of sheer disbelief and anger.
"Oh, Drake," Liv whispered, her heart breaking for her friend.
Drake wiped his face roughly with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry," he murmured to Liam, gesturing vaguely at the grandeur around them. "But I can't attend the Gala. I need to be alone."
Liam immediately placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Of course, mate. Don't worry about anything." He looked at the others, his voice firm. "We'll handle this. We'll tell people you're not feeling well." He then looked back at Drake, his expression soft but resolute. "I'll walk with you back to your suite."
Drake simply nodded, unable to speak, and turned away from the shimmering promise of the Gala.
The two men walked in silence down the long, richly carpeted corridor toward Drake's suite. The hall here was quiet, away from the pre-party bustle. Liam reached for the door handle, but the door was already ajar.
Liam pushed the door open, stepping aside to let Drake enter first.
Drake walked across the threshold and froze.
The air inside was thick with a new, unwelcome scent—that cloyingly sweet floral perfume. Standing in the center of the room, was Kiara.
But she wasn't just standing there. She was holding Emilia’s beautiful rose-pink gown against her own body, examining herself in the full-length mirror, a slow, predatory, triumphant glint in her eyes. The stunning dress, the symbol of Drake's broken heart, was now being admired by the one person who had helped orchestrate Emilias departure.
"Kiara! What the hell are you doing in here?" Liam’s voice was instantly cold and laced with fury at the blatant disrespect.
Kiara turned, shock widening her eyes, quickly replaced by feigned concern. "Drake! I... I came to see if you're alright," she purred, but the dress she held mocked the sincerity of the words. "I feel simply terrible about fhe misunderstanding. I came here to offer my support to you. I was just—"
Drake didn't let her finish. The exhaustion, the grief, the self-loathing, and the panic that had been accumulating for the last two hours finally erupted in a terrifying, primal release of anger.
"Get. Out," Drake snarled.
He took a single, slow step toward her, and the raw, guttural force in his voice was so absolute, so devastatingly cold, that the concern dissolved instantly from Kiara's face. The triumphant flicker in her eyes that betrayed the concerned act was replaced by a genuine tremor of fright.
"Drake, I just want to be here for you—" she began, her voice suddenly thin.
"You did this deliberately," Drake ground out, advancing another step. His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, and his entire body was shaking with an intensity that had nothing to do with sorrow and everything to do with rage. "You engineered this! You watched her leave! You didn't try to convince her that my words weren't how I really felt! And then you came here, thinking you could win me back through some twisted concerned friend act!"
"Leave the dress, Kiara. Now," Liam commanded from the doorway, his voice dangerously low.
Kiara dropped the crumpled pink gown onto the floor as if it had burned her. She backed away toward the door, her eyes wide with a combination of fear and disbelief that Drake—her Drake—was looking at her with such pure, unadulterated hatred.
Drake pointed a shaking, accusing finger at her. "You broke her heart! You broke mine! I will never forgive you for this!" His voice was laced with a final, chilling venom. "You are dead to me. Do not ever come near me again. If I see you, if I hear your name, I will not be held responsible for my actions, do you understand me?!"
Kiara, pale and defeated, scurried past Liam and bolted out of the suite, leaving the door hanging open behind her.
Liam watched her go, then turned to Drake.
Drake moved forward and reached out a trembling hand to pick up the beautiful, rose-pink gown that Kiara had thrown onto the floor. It was a mass of crushed silk. He brought the fabric to his face, breathing deeply. The faint scent of Emilia—her perfume, her skin, her unique presence—still clung to the silk.
He stumbled to the bed and sank onto the duvet, leting out a low, shuddering sound that wasn't quite a sob, but the physical manifestation of a broken spirit. He held the crumpled dress tight against his chest, tucking it beneath his chin, as he curled up on the empty space of the bed, hugging the pink gown as the only tangible piece of the woman he loved.
Liam watched him, his face etched with sorrow and worry for his friend, but he knew there were no words that could reach Drake now. He quietly left the suite, pulling the door shut behind him.
Drake was alone, lying on the bed, holding the only echo of his love left in the world.
Kiara had scurried out of Drake's suite, her composure momentarily shattered. She hurried down the quiet corridor, clutching her rapidly beating heart, when a figure stepped out of the shadows of a nearby alcove, blocking her path.
It was Olivia. She had followed Drake and Liam, and she had heard everything. Liv's beautiful gown and perfect posture only seemed to magnify the sheer, blazing fury in her eyes. She grabbed Kiara's arm and, with surprising strength, pulled her into a small, dark private room adjacent to the hallway.
"You vile, malicious little snake," Liv hissed, slamming the door shut.
Kiara, regaining her arrogance now that Drake was not present, pulled her arm away. "Watch your tone, Liv. I just came from a terrible scene; I was only there offering my support."
"Don't lie to me!" Liv's voice was low, taut, and dangerously controlled. "Penelope told me everything. How triumphant you looked. How you told her you 'gave Emilia a nudge to leave.' How you claimed Drake was using her to make you jealous, and that Emilia was heartbroken thinking all of that was true." Liv advanced, forcing Kiara to back up. "And that utterly disgusting line you said, about how now that 'bitch' is out the way, Drake is yours."
Kiara laughed, a forced, defensive sound. "He is mine! I only did what I did because I love him!"
"No, you don't!" Liv exploded, the sound sharp and echoing in the small room. "If you loved him, you would want him to be happy, even if it wasn't with you. And Emilia made him happy! She loves him. And she let him go, no matter how much she hurt herself to do it, because she thinks he wants you! Because your lies and deceit have made her lose her trust in him! She left because she wants him to be happy! That's love, Kiara! You don't know the meaning of the word! You're a self-absorbed, cruel, and manipulative bitch. And I've had enough!"
Kiara's face twisted with wounded pride. "This is a betrayal! Of all people, you should understand—"
"I understand cruelty," Liv cut her off, her voice absolute. "And I will not tolerate it in my life or in my court. You are no longer welcome in this palace, Kiara. You need to pack your things and leave. Now."
Kiara stared, stunned. "But... what about the wedding? The Gala is about to start! I'm maid of honour!"
"No, you're not. Not anymore. You will no longer be attending," Liv declared, her eyes cold as ice. "I don't want you in my bridal party. I don't want you in my home, and I certainly don't want you anywhere near Drake."
Kiara tried to argue, her voice rising in outrage, but Liv leaned in, her gaze unwavering. "If you do not leave immediately, Kiara, I will have you forcibly removed."
Kiara scoffed, incredulous. "You can't do that! You're not Queen yet Liv!"
"Oh, I can, and I will. Just watch me," Liv said, stepping back and throwing the door open.
Kiara stormed out, her previous fear forgotten, replaced by bitter fury. "You have no loyalty, Liv! You've been taken in by that pathetic commoner woman, just like everyone else! You're blind!"
Liv followed her, her jaw set. She spotted a Palace Guard stationed nearby and whispered urgently to him, her eyes fixed on Kiara's retreating back. "Ensure she goes straight to her suite, packs her things, and leaves the palace immediately. If she refuses, force her." The guard nodded, already moving after Kiara.
Liv, rigid with simmering anger, walked swiftly toward the ballroom. She found Liam, Leo, and Max gathered just outside the entrance, their faces grave.
"What happened?" Liam asked immediately, seeing the fierce rage in her eyes.
"Kiara is leaving," Liv stated simply. "I will not tolerate that kind of cruelty in our court. Especially not when it's aimed at someone like Drake, someone I consider my own family." She looked pointedly between the men before she turned fully to Liam, the frustration of the last few minutes still burning. "There has to be some way we can prove to Emilia what actually happened with Drake and Kiara in that study. She needs to know the truth."
Liam's eyes widened. He had been so consumed with Drake's anguish, he hadn't thought logically. "The security cameras," he breathed, hitting his forehead with the heel of his hand. "The ones my father had installed recently! It wasn't just the wine cellar, it was throughout the palace—all the studies and conference rooms where important documents could be left!"
"Liam, we can help," Max declared, his expression serious. "Anything for Drake."
Liam nodded, his gaze now purely focused on finding the evidence. He looked at Liv. "Can you and Hana handle the guests for a few minutes?"
Liv smiled fiercely. "Of course. This is far more important."
Liam, Leo, and Max turned immediately and hurried toward Liam's private study. Within minutes, Liam was expertly navigating the security archives. They found the footage from the study, timed perfectly.
The three men huddled around the screen and watched the entire conversation unfold: Kiaras bold flirting, Drake's desperate sarcasm, Kiara's attempted kiss, and Drake's final, raging declaration of love for Emilia. Drake was telling the truth. They had proof.
Liam quickly downloaded the crucial clip onto his phone and immediately sent it to Liv.
Minutes later, Liv, now standing composedly at the entrance of the ballroom with Hana, heard her phone chime. She excused herself from a minor dignitary and stepped aside, Hana following her, sensing the urgency.
Liv opened the email, her fingers flying across the screen. The footage began to play, showing the grainy scene of Drake and Kiara in the study. She watched, her expression tightening, as Drake's voice clearly delivered the sarcastic lines. Then, she saw Kiara's triumphant smirk, followed by Drake's explosive anger and his raw, genuine declaration of love for Emilia.
"Oh, that absolute bitch!" Hana hissed, her face contorted with disgust as she watched the footage. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Liv didn't speak. Her eyes were wide, burning with a cold, controlled rage that made her regal composure even more formidable. The initial sorrow she felt for Drake was now entirely eclipsed by a searing, righteous fury at Kiara's calculated malice. The way Kiara had used Drake's words, and Emilia's vulnerability, to such devastating effect was unforgivable.
"She knew exactly what she was doing," Liv finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, but sharp enough to cut glass. "She orchestrated this. She enjoyed it."
Hana nodded vehemently. "That was pure evil, Liv. Pure, unadulterated evil."
Liv clenched her jaw, this wasn't just a misunderstanding anymore; it was an act of war.
She took a deep, steadying breath, her mind racing. She opened her phone and found Emilia’s number, still switched off. She sighed, but immediately initiated a voice mail and composed an email, her fingers flying with renewed purpose.
"Emilia, it's Liv," she spoke, her voice clear and urgent into the phone, the underlying anger now channelled into fierce determination. "I know what has happened, and I know how devastated you must be. But there's something I need you to see. It's an attachment on an email I've sent you. Please open it. For me. For Drake. You need to know the truth."
Mireya has always known she was different. She just didn’t realize how much. Upon her 18th birthday she gets information that will forever change her life. The stuff of her nightmares is reality. The things that go bump in the night really do exist. It’s up to her and her family to fight these monsters. Her life will never be the same. What happens when she falls in love with one such being? Will she live up to her legacy or become what she hunts?
A/N: My muse kept telling me this story needs to be told. I love anything related to supernatural/horror beings. This is a TRR love story. It is a slow burn. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.
Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, death. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.
Word count: 1,060
Mija*- My Daughter
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Chapter 5
2 Years ago
You run upstairs to see a group of werewolves
attacking your family. You see your family fighting off
the werewolves. They managed to kill a few of them,
but there are too many. You fire off as many shots as
you can and are immediately attacked by two
werewolves. As you fight them, you can hear your
sister scream.
You look over to see your mom on the floor.
Your dad fighting trying to get to her. You see
another werewolf attacking your sister. “No!” you
scream as you kill the other wolf that was attacking
you.
You run to your sister as you throw your dagger. It
howls but does not stop. You pull your dagger from
its back and continue to stab it until it falls no longer
moving. You take your sister in your arms but she is
already gone. No! Not again! you think flashing back
to when your friends died. Your mom is on the floor
bleeding out and your dad is fighting off the last two.
You attack one killing it as your dad fights the other.
Once they are dead. You rush to your mom covering
her wound to stop the bleeding. Your dad rushes over
to Sofia, He starts to cry seeing her dead. He gives
her a kiss. He then goes to your mom cradling her
head in his lap. Both of them crying.
“Mom” you say your voice cracking with sobs.
“Please don't die. Don't leave us.” you plead. Your
mom smiles, tears and blood streaking down her
face. “I wish I could mija but I won't be in this world
much longer. You are special Mireya. Your blood is
special.”
“I know mom. Im a Villalobo, a hunter.”
“No mija, you don't understand, but you will. I left
you a letter explaining. Its in my room in my dresser.
It will explain everything.”
“I love you Mireya.” She says.
“She then looks to your father and whispers
something in his ear. He nods kissing her.
Your mom looks at your father then you. She then
looks past you and smiles. you turn around. No one is
there. You look back at her and she is still looking
past you.
She smiles. “Sofia and your friends are waiting for
me.” she says and with those words she closes her
eyes.
You sob knowing your mother is gone. You look to
your dad and only then do you see that he is also
hurt. He has a bite mark on his neck and it wont stop
bleeding.
“Mireya, there's no time, I've been bitten. We need to
stop the transformation.
“No! I wont lose you too. I don't want to be alone,”
you plead.
“Mireya, this is the only way you know that. The only
way I can stop this is through death. I won't be a
monster.” He says looking into your eyes. You nod
unable to speak.
“You are strong mija, your mom was right you are
special. Read the letter. It will explain everything. Be
strong Mireya. You will get thru this and I will always
be with you. You are ready.”
He hugs you one last time. As you watch he takes his
silver dagger and plunges it thru his heart. He smiles
at you before he closes his eyes and you hear sirens
in the distance.
***************
Liam sits in his office. His mind once again on Mireya
and his people. There is a knock on the door.
“Come in” he says. Drake enters.
“There's been an attack on Mireya and her family.
She is the only survivor.”
Liam sits there a minute stunned before speaking.
“Who is responsible?”
“I don't know for sure, but I suspect it's Nicolas.
Drake says.
“She will be coming for us then. She will want
revenge.” Liam says.
“Do not let her out of your sight and prepare the
pack. If she does come after us, we will be ready.” He
says.
Drake nods leaving the office. His heart aching for
Mireya. His own feelings conflicting with what his
King, his Alpha wants. He spent years watching
Mireya from a distance. He watched her grow from a
teenager to the beautiful strong woman she is. How
he wishes he can take Mireya in his arms. How he
wants to comfort her and tell her she is not alone. If
he did that he would be putting her as well as himself
in danger. Betraying his pack would surely be death
for him and her. He calls Bastien and informs him of
Liam’s plans and he heads back to Mireya’s
apartment once more. He may not be able to see her
but just knowing he's near her puts him at ease.
*****************
After the funerals, you sit in your new home. You
could not live in your parents house anymore. The
memories too painful. You sit in your bedroom. A
bottle of tequila in one hand and your mom’s letter in
the other, you set the bottle on the nightstand and
open the letter.
Mireya,
If you are reading this then I am no longer alive. There is something you must know. You are truly special. While I was pregnant with you, I was attacked by a werewolf. He managed to cut me with one of his claws on my belly before your father killed him. When your father stabbed him, some of his blood got into the wound on my belly. It was still early in my pregnancy so I wasn't very big yet. There was a small puncture in your embryonic sac. Wolf blood does not harm us, but we don't know how it would affect a growing fetus, how it would affect you, a Villalobo. When you were born, I noticed a small birthmark on your hip in the shape of a crescent moon. I then knew the prophecy had been fulfilled. You are special Mija, a child of the Sun and Moon. The blood of the werewolf mingled with your own. You are both human and wolf. You are our salvation. Your fathers journal should help with the many questions you have as well as our Family’s book. I’m so sorry I’m not there to tell you in person. I love you so much and I will always be with you in spirit.
All my love always,
Mom
Chapter 6
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Y/N has always known she was different. She just didn’t realize how much. Upon her 18th birthday she gets information that will forever change her life. The stuff of her nightmares is reality. The things that go bump in the night really do exist. It’s up to her and her family to fight these monsters. Her life will never be the same. What happens when she falls in love with one such being? Will she live up to her legacy or become what she hunts?
A/N: My muse kept telling me this story needs to be told. I love anything related to supernatural/horror beings. I decided to use the Y/N= your name format. This is a TRR love story. It is a slow burn. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: All characters belong ito choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.
Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, death. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.
Word count: 1608
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Chapter 1
You’re running through the forest chasing another one. You hear the howl in the moonlight. You smirk. Like that is supposed to scare you. With your inhuman speed you catch up to the beast easily. You throw a dagger catching the beast in the shoulder blade. It howls in pain pulling out the knife and changing direction. You stop to pick up your dagger. You wipe the blood off the knife. The silver of the blade gleaming in the moonlight, You were surprised it touched the silver dagger. Pure silver is very painful for them to touch. It is one of the only things that can harm them. Usually you only got them back after killing the beasts. You keep the dagger in in your left hand and remove your gun from it’s holster. The clip loaded with silver bullets. You follow the trail of blood deeper into the forest. You approach cautiously listening for any movement. You have been tracking it for a while. You finally got a break after learning that this beast attacked a man earlier in the evening killing him. You caught his scent and have been tracking him ever since. You hear movement to your left and follow. You catch a glimpse of fur out of the corner of your eye. You throw the dagger catching him in the leg. He howls in pain but doesn't stop. He slows just enough for you to get a lock on him. You fire your gun twice catching him in the back. He slows but doesn't stop. He runs into a cave. Stupid bastard you think to himself. You cautiously walk to the entrance of the cave and find the beast. Laying on the floor. Bleeding out. It grabs the knife in his leg and throws it back at you. You dodge out of the way the dagger hits the floor with a clang. You smirk at the beast. “You have to do better than that.” You tell it as you aim your gun at the creature. It growled menacingly. You may kill me, but more will take my place. You hear in your mind. “You laugh then I will kill them too, until all you bastards are gone.” You aim for the heart and pull the trigger. Putting the beast out of its misery. As soon as you did it turned back into a human. You sighed pulling the body into the woods to bury it. That was the part you hated the most. Usually you could burn the body but you were afraid of the smoke attracting people so you would cut off the head and bury the body. It was dirty work, but hey you do what you gotta do.
7 years ago
“Happy Birthday Y/N!” You smile as you wake up. Your mom, dad and sister stand there. Thank you you say as they each hug you.
“Your an adult now. How do feel?” your little sister asks you.
You laugh “The same as I did yesterday.” you say taking a sip of the coffee.
“So do you have plans tonight? Your father asks.
“Well, I was going to head out with Alex and Josh. They said they want to go out clubbing tonight.”
Alex and Josh have been your best friends since you moved to Washington in 5th grade. They were like the brothers you never had. You were all very close. Your father didn't like the fact that your best friends were boys. Especially when you got older, but you told him that they were nothing more than friends. Your father was a well trained bodyguard and taught you everything you knew. He knew you could handle yourself around boys. Growing up you never got along with girls. They seemed to dislike you the second they saw you. You used to come home upset when you tried to make friends with them at school. Your mom and dad always told you it was just because they were jealous of you. You never understood why. It just seemed like they could sense something in you and they didn't like it.
As you got older, you saw the way all males were immediately drawn to you. They always told you how pretty you were. They would all make advances toward you but Alex and Josh made sure that they all left you alone. Sometimes they were a little too overprotective. You would shrug it off as them being overprotective of their little sister. After seeing how they protected you, your father warmed up to them quickly and considered them family. You were always more of a tomboy growing up. You excelled at sports. When you were about 16 you started to feel different. Your senses started to become sharper and you were stronger than most girls your age. You just thought it was puberty and all the self defense training your father was giving you was making you strong.
After finishing your breakfast, you got up to go for a run. You loved running feeling the breeze thru your hair. You felt free. It gave you time to enjoy nature and also helped to keep you in shape. After your run, you went back home and started working out in the basement of your parents home. Your father had changed into a training room for you to train in. You started hitting the punching bag.
“Hey sis” your sister Sofia called to you.
“Hey” you said back while throwing a spin kick to the bag.
“Don’t you ever get tired? She asks you rolling her eyes. She was always more of a girly girl. She stayed in shape, worked out and could defend herself to a point, but she never had the senses and strength that you had when you were her age. She was always the one chasing after the boys while you competed against them.
“I was wondering….can I go clubbing with you tonight?”
You paused and turned to look at her. “Seriously? You asked surprised.
“Umm...yeah” She says shrugging her shoulders.
“You know Dad will never allow it.” Your sixteen. How would you even get in?”
“Y/N I have been to clubs before .” she tells you rolling her eyes. “I don't know sis.” you tell her punching the bag again. “Aww come on Y/N please???” You don't turn around. You know if you see her puppy dog eyes you would say yes. She grabs your arm making you look at her. You see tears welling in her eyes as she gives you the puppy dog look. “Ugh ok.” you tell her. “But you have to be the one to ask Dad.” “Okay” she says a smile on her face as she leaves to go to school.
You smile going back to the bag. You know your father would never let her go. The only reason he let you go out at her age to parties was because of Alex and Josh. Sofia had friends but mostly girls so your dad was even more protective of her. Being your birthday, you took the day off from work. You spent the morning with your mom and had lunch with her at your favorite restaurant and went shopping with her for your birthday. She helped you pick out an outfit for the club that night. Of course you disagreed on what to get. She wanted to buy you a dress, but you felt more comfortable in jeans. When you got home you saw your dad was there. “Hey Dad your home early.” You tell him. Yeah, I took the afternoon off to spend time with your mom.” “Awww you old people are so cute.” you tell him with a smirk. “Excuse you, I am not old.” He tells you drawing you in for a hug. “You're lucky it’s your birthday or you would pay for that remark.” You both laugh. “Hey I got something for you.” He says giving you a box with a bow. “Happy Birthday Mija.” He tells you.
You open the gift and find an all silver dagger with beautiful etching on the handle with your initials on it.
“Dad it’s beautiful. I love it.” You take it out of the box and began to flip it in your hand. He taught you how to use various weapons but you always loved knives and daggers of all kinds. The way they felt in your hand. You loved practicing with them and you were damn good at it too. “Hey keep the fancy moves for the training room.” he tells you with a smile.” You grin putting it back in the box.
You were very close with your parents. They were always there for you. You trusted them with everything. There were never any secrets between you. You and your parents hung out together for a little bit before going out for a afternoon movie date. You were having a great day so far spending time with them. Little did you know the night of your 18th birthday your life would forever change.
Chapter 2
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Mireya has always known she was different. She just didn’t realize how much. Upon her 18th birthday she gets information that will forever change her life. The stuff of her nightmares is reality. The things that go bump in the night really do exist. It’s up to her and her family to fight these monsters. Her life will never be the same. What happens when she falls in love with one such being? Will she live up to her legacy or become what she hunts?
A/N: I was away for awhile taking care of a few personal issues thank you for your patience.
My muse kept telling me this story needs to be told. I love anything related to supernatural/horror beings. This is a TRR love story. It is a slow burn. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.
Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, death. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.
Word count: 1,281
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Chapter 4
Present Day
You head home going straight for the shower. Eager
to wash the blood and dirt off your body.
After your shower, you decide to get some food. You
get in your SUV and drive the 5 miles to your new
favorite diner. On the way there you pass by the diner
you used to hang out at with Josh and Alex. You feel
that deep ache in your heart every time you thought
about them. 7 years had gone by and the pain is still
the same. You never celebrated your birthday
anymore. The pain of them dying on that day was too
much. Instead you would visit their graves on your
birthday and drink at home until you passed out.
After eating at the diner, you go to get in your SUV
when you get the feeling you are being followed. You
quickly get in and quickly drive home. You only get a
few miles before you hear a loud pop. You slow the
car down. fucking great just what you need.
You pull over and get out of your car. Sure enough
you have a flat. You look at your surroundings. You
are alone on the road not another car in sight. It is
pitch black but the full moon makes it a little easier
to make out the forest around you. You go to get the
spare out of the car to change the tire. Your dad
taught you how to change a tire as well as minor
upkeep for your vehicle. You smile as you think back
to what he used to always say “never depend on
others Mireya, the only person who you can depend
on is yourself.”
You grab the jack from the trunk and you get the
familiar shiver telling you someone is watching you.
You quickly grab your gun, loaded with silver bullets
from its holster on your thigh and turn around. You
can hear movement in the bushes. It sounds like
more than one of them. You hear a growl and then
you smell them. The same rancid smell that makes
your stomach turn. You see the glowing eyes. You
hear growls and you aim toward the sound. If it’s a
fight they want, a fight they will get.
“Come on you bastards!” You yell.
You see two of them coming towards you. You fire
shooting one of them in the heart. It falls to the
ground dead. The second one ducks out of the way
and comes at you again. You shoot again getting it in
the thigh. It howls before regaining its composure
and starts limping away. “Leaving so soon?” you say
as you start to chase it. It runs off to the middle of
the forest. You shoot it in the back and it howls again,
falling to the ground. You approach and once its
close enough you shoot it in the heart. As you go to
collect the body you hear a voice behind you.
“Reya”
You turn around and see Nicholas. “Only my friends
call me that and you are not my friend you bastard!”
you tell him as you walk toward him aiming your gun.
You fire but he ducks out of the way. Then suddenly
you are surrounded by werewolves. Nicholas lets out
a chuckle. “Poor Mireya. Not even you can take on all
of us.” He says with a smirk. He waves his hand and
they descend. You start to fire and you feel a sharp
prick of a needle. Looking over you see a dart gun in
Nicholas’ hand.
“Fuck you!” you tell him right before you black out.
7 years ago
You look at your dad while you process everything he
just said. He grabs one of the books and hands it to
you. You look at the cover. The words Familia
Villalobos on it in Silver.
“You come from a long line of hunters. The
Villalobos name was well known throughout history.
It was a name that was once feared, but although we
hunt werewolves, we are also hunted by them.”
“But dad, I thought our last name was Castillo?” You
say confused. It is your mother’s last name. We
changed all our last names to Castillo to protect you
and your sister. You are a Villalobos. Look thru the
book Mireya, there will be the answers you seek.” He
kisses you on the forehead and leaves. You go to your
room the book in your hand.
In your room you open the book and see a list of
names starting with a woman named Luna
Villalobos. She was a very powerful witch. According
to the story, she was in the woods with her lover and
they were attacked by werewolves. Her lover died.
Luna was injured but she lived. She was hellbent on
revenge. She cast a spell to bind herself to the
werewolf that killed her lover. She used dark magic
and gave up her soul in exchange for abilities for
herself and anyone in her bloodline to hunt and kill
these beings.
You close the book your mind swimming with all the
new info you just received. This was just too much.
First werewolves and now witches? All the stories, all
the legends were true? Whats next? Vampires? You
get up and start to pace. At least you know now it
wasn't just hormones. You spend the rest of the
night reading the book.
2 years ago
You spent the last 5 years training with your dad. You
far surpassed him which didn’t surprise him.
“Dad, if we have the same blood, how can I now beat
you so easily?” Your dad looked to you quiet for a
second.
“I don't know, maybe because Luna was a woman, all
of the females may be stronger than the males of our
line.” He says looking away briefly.
You could tell he was holding something back and
when you asked, he would change the subject so you
let it go. After training, you would go back to your
apartment and you would spend your free time
looking for Nicholas but have only gotten small leads
that never really went anywhere. You often thought
of the handsome man with brown eyes. Who is he?
How did he know you? Why did he warn you? You
couldn't find anything on him either. Everytime you
thought of his face, his body, you would feel heat in
your core. What you wouldn't give to find him, hold
him, kiss him. You shook away those thoughts and
got ready for bed. When you sleep that night, you
dream of him and his deep brown eyes.
The next day is family night. It’s your moms turn to
pick a movie. She puts on her favorite love story. You
hate watching romance movies, but the story is
sweet and reminds you of the love your parents have
for each other. Not only that, but Keanu‘s handsome
face makes up for it. You definitely had a type. Tall,
dark and handsome….yes please.
After the movie, you all lounge about outside on the
patio. Your dad is grilling as usual. As you are
finishing up eating it gets dark out and you see the
full moon. You start helping your mom pick up so you
all can head inside when you hear a howl. You and
your dad look at each other.
“Everyone, inside now!” he yells grabbing his gun.
You all run inside. Your dad locks the door. You run to
the basement to grab a gun. As you grab an extra
magazine of bullets you hear glass breaking and your
mom scream.
Chapter 5
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Summary: Bella, the daughter of murdered King of New York Adrian Raines, wants revenge. The Rhys family killed her parents to take the throne. Now she will stop at nothing until she gets her revenge.
A/N: This is my first time writing. This is a love story eventually but it does get dark. I was inspired by @katurrade by her Mobster Liam AU and decided to try my hand at writing. This is unbeta. All mistakes are mine. I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing a sex scene. It is descriptive
Disclaimer: All characters belong to choices by Pixelberry. I’m just borrowing them. Same with the pics they are not mine.
Warnings: violence, cursing, murder, revenge, assassination. Sex scenes. By reading you are acknowledging you are at least 18 years of age.
Word count: 1,482
Chapter 9
You just stand there frozen to your spot. Eyes wide. Lost in those blue eyes. He is looking at you with the same shocked expression. You look at each other for another minute. His eyes welling up with tears.
“Bella?” He asks. As soon as you hear his voice calling your name, you start to feel dizzy. You close your eyes for a second. All of a sudden you see memories of you and him together. You two meeting near the Statue of Liberty. The way you fell for him at first sight. Memories of you two flash thru your mind. Your heart begins to beat rapidly in your chest. It’s him…..Liam. “Liam?” You stand there unsure of how to react when he reaches out. His hand cupping your cheek. Tears welling in his eyes. “Bella...it's you! It's really you!” His arms wrap around your waist, his lips meeting yours. He kisses you gently his lips barely touching yours almost as if he's afraid you would disappear. As you feel his lips on yours, you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel a spark and heat rush thru your body. One of his hands run up your back wrapping in your hair. The warmth of his hand making you shiver. He pulls back to looking into your eyes. “You're really here?” He asks tears running down his face.”
“Yes it’s me. I’m really here.” You tell him wiping away his tears with your thumb. He kisses you again passionately as if he’s trying to pour all his love for you in that one kiss. He pulls away but keeps you in his arms.You rest your head against his chest. Your mind still in a daze trying to comprehend what's happening. “But how Bella? I….I thought you were dead.”
“I….I can explain but not here.” You say staring into his eyes. He smiles leaning down to kiss you again. You slowly break the kiss. His forehead resting on yours. “I can’t believe your here that it’s really you. I thought I lost you forever.”
“You didn’t lose me, but we really need to talk. Is there somewhere we can go?” you ask.
“Yes. I have a place.” It’s not too far from here.” He tells you grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it before he laces his fingers thru yours. You smile as you follow him to an apartment building a few blocks away. On the way there your mind tries to process everything that just happened. You replay the images of you two in your mind. All those dreams, all this time it was real. Liam was real. You stay quiet trying to understand everything that just happened. How can you just forget your relationship with Liam?
“Bella are you ok?” Liam asks you seeing the expression on your face.
“I...I honestly don’t know.” you tell him. He looks at you before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I understand what you mean.” he says. The rest of the walk there you are both silent. Once you get to the apartment door. He turns to you. “I’m sorry if its a mess in there. I don’t really stay here much.”
You give him a small smile. “I’m sure it’s fine.” He gives you a smile opening the door. You walk in. The apartment is clean except for some empty glasses and bottles of whiskey on the kitchen counter. Everything else looks untouched. You walk to the couch and take a seat. Liam sits next to you turning his body to face you as he grabs your hands in his. You two just sit there for a moment lost in each others eyes. “Bella, how are you alive? The car….the explosion, I thought you were dead.” You look at your joined hands tears filling your eyes as you speak.
“I was in the car with my parents and then everything went black. When I woke up I...I couldn’t remember anything. My bodyguard at the time had pulled me from the car before it exploded. I suffered a head injury and lost my memory.” You look up to see Liam staring at you with tears in his eyes. He stays silent waiting for you to finish. “I was told that it was a hit. They wanted my father….all three of us dead. My life was in danger. If they knew I survived the accident, they would make sure to find me and finish me. I…..I didn’t know you existed. I mean, I couldn’t remember you Liam. I still don’t remember everything about my past. I don’t know if I will ever get that back. I’m sorry.”
You look back at your hands as tears roll down your cheeks. Liam lifts his hand to your chin so you were starting back in his eyes. “I...I dreamed of you Liam, but I thought it was just that. A dream. I didn't know you were real. I didn't even remember your name until I saw you and heard your voice.” “Shhh...it's okay. He tells you kissing you again. “Your alive... your here. That's all that matters.” He kisses you again until you lose your breath. You break apart. His forehead touching yours. “God Bella... how I missed you.” “I missed you too.” He looks at you with such passion you feel warmth shooting thru you straight to your core. You look into those baby blues and at that moment you want nothing more than to feel him inside you. You stand up pulling him with you.
You kiss him hard with passion and need. You reach up to unbutton his shirt. You pull it off admiring his rock hard chest and abs. You trace a finger down his chest. He shudders. He reaches for your shirt pulling it over your head. “Your so beautiful.” He tells you before bending down to kiss your neck. You moan reaching for his belt unbuckling it and unzipping his pants, pulling them down. He quickly pulls off your pants. Leaving you in your bra and panties. You go to pull his underwear off but he picks you up carrying you to the bedroom. He places you on the bed gently. He hovers over you kissing you again then his lips trail to your neck. He reaches behind you taking off your bra. He takes one nipple in his mouth while massaging the other. You moan with pleasure.
“Liam...I need you now.” you tell him arching your body against his mouth. “Not yet Love” he tells you. Kissing down your chest to your stomach. He starts to pull off your panties. He stops for just a moment to stare down at your naked body. His blue eyes dark with lust. He starts kissing your ankle, your leg, your thigh, before he settles between your legs. You gasp as his tongue touches your center. You reach down grabbing his head your fingers winding in his hair as he devours you as if you were the last meal he will ever eat. You moan loudly unable to withstand the pleasure he is giving you. He adds one finger than another curling them to your spot. You tense... your close. Liam…..I’m going to…. “Come for me Love I want to feel you.” He says before he moves his fingers faster as he licks and sucks your clit. You come with a scream. Liam moans as he laps up every last drop. “You taste so fucking good Love. Just as I remember.” You pant trying to catch your breath from the mind blowing orgasim Liam just gave you. “I'm not done with you yet.” He tells you giving you a sexy smirk. He removes his underwear and starts kissing back up your body. You arch your back in anticipation.
He enters you in one quick thrust. You gasp at the feel of him filling you up. Stretching you. He groans loudly his body shuddering as he tries to hold still so you can adjust to how big and thick he is. He moves slowly at first then faster and faster. All you can do is moan and hold on. The pleasure is too much. You find yourself reaching your peak again. “Liam!” you cry out as you reach another orgasim. You feel him follow soon after you moaning your name as he comes. He holds you tight as you both catch your breath. “I love you Bella so much.” He tells you planting little kisses all over your face and neck. “I love you too Liam.” you tell him. He leans down kissing you again before he withdraws laying next to you and pulling you in his arms. You lay on his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat. You both fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 10
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