Damien watched Isabella go upstairs and wondered what she had on her mind. He knew it wasn’t anything as she had said and he could remember the little talk that the king had with him before he came to school. The man was so nervous about letting his baby girl go that far from him. Though he never showed it in her presence. He had implored Damien to keep an eye on her for him. So technically, Damien was her guardian while they were in California. A fact that he was sure that he would almost kill him for if she knew. “You? A guardian? Pfft! And you couldn’t even get her to tell you what was weighing on her mind? Yeah, good luck with that” a voice that's rounded very much like that of Helios said. Damien start up straight and his drooping eyes cleared “Helios? Helios, are you here?” No answer. Damien lay back again as he wondered if he was hearing things now. He closed his eyes and lay against the headrest of the couch. He was tired from having to drive for almost half the day from S
Isabella couldn’t sleep. She tried as hard as she could but the comfort was just not coming at all. She had no idea if it was because of the change of location or the fact that she was hyped to start college life. She thought of different reasons that could be the cause for her unrest. Everything was considered and discarded as she tossed and turned on the large princess bed piled high with fluffy pillows. Everything except the one thought that her mind chided away from.No, Isabella refused to think of the fact that she was restless because of the presence of that arrogant bastard. She was certain that the fact that she thought that he might be here for her had nothing to do with why she was tossing and turning. Though the room was fully conditioned and the staff that arrived at the house minutes after they arrived, had made the room as comfortable as possible did nothing to alleviate her discomfort. They had had a roast for dinner. It was one of the simple food that Isabella loved a
When Isabella remembered what happened to the victim who had only gone on screaming and screaming, as the assailant broke her limbs rhythmically before bashing her head in, without ever trying at all to save herself, she instantly made up her mind not to go down like the hapless victim in her books.“Get DNA under your fingernails” was the first thought that came to her mind as she reached out to hit the man as he stepped in her path.“Woah!” the man dodged her fist and stepped nimbly to the side as she lashed out with a power kick then he quickly wrapped his arms around her as she almost fell over from her kick.Adrenaline pumping, Isabella clawed at the bastard’s arms that were banded tightly across her midriff in a strong band. Frustrated tears came to her eyes as a thought came to her mind that this strong man wouldn’t be easy to throw off after all. Her struggle seemed futile against his strength as he held her tightly against his body, her back to his body and all she could feel
College life was everything that Damien had pictured it to be and more. Sky had filled him in on what they were to expect even before they got the news that Standford University accepted their applications. The orientation program was iconic on its own. Damien had to tamp down the excitement of his urge when packed together with those mass of bodies. The increasing attraction he felt for females of the opposite sex couldn’t be denied as well. The only thing that had stopped Damien from the urge of acting on his increasing fascination with the opposite sex was the fact that he couldn’t picture all the activities that Sky explained in detail without thinking of having a chunky bite out of the long swan-like neck of these beautiful and curvy girls too. He had once thought of telling Sky that but since that would alert Sky to the fact that Damien had fed. Though Damien felt somehow about the fact that he had not informed the man who called him friend about such vital information but the
Groggy, itchy and irritable, Isabella puttered around the house in her pyjamas. After she snapped at one of the maids, everyone steered clear of her way as she went from her room to the kitchen to the kitchen, out on the porch then back to her room again. The routine had repeated itself multiple times already and the uncertainty of their actions around the young miss that had always been approachable and lively could be seen in the way the domestic staff went about their duties in total.It seemed no amount of silence in the world could quiet Isabella’s raging nerves though nor was there any amount of cold shower that could reduce the discomfort of her heated blood. Nothing seemed uncomfortable on her. She stripped down to her bra and panties and opened the floor-to-ceiling, unique windows in her bedroom. Isabella stood there with her arms outstretched just to get some comfort. The cool, natural breeze seemed to glance off her skin. Nothing, nothing at all was working to calm her rage
“What am I doing?” Isabella asked herself for the umpteenth time as she sat in the huge living room in the bachelor-styled home. “Who the hell would have a gigantic wall screen in their living room if not for an asshole like him?” Isabella thought spitefully as she glared at the black-coated man at the other end of the door. Though he was looking away from her, he made Isabella nervous and she had had to stop herself twice from asking if it was that idiot that asked him to watch over her.What did he think I would do? Cart away his giant TV? She scoffed as she glared at the man again. The latter was not even looking at her. In fact, he had not said a thing since she came in and he had informed her that Sir would be with her in a minute. “Sir, my foot” Isabella thought and stood up abruptly. She was sure that it must have been ten minutes already since she got there. Well, maybe not but she didn’t care! She was not about to sit here even for a minute while he took his time to show hi
Isabella swallowed hard as she wondered what was happening at that moment. What was wrong with her powers? Why had everything she had learnt in the past months turned ineffective when she needed it most? Would she just stand there like a scaredy chicken while the bastard do whatever he wanted with her? What did he intended to do to her? She wondered in panic. Then she remembered his question as he peered dangerously into her eyes. His orbs looked more feral than that of a human at the moment and she would be damned if she woul let a mad bastard crush her shoulder blades just becuase of what she had no idea of.“Let go of me!” she said in the most threatening, voice she could summoned at that moment. Especially since her insides were jelly and her treacherous body seemed to have other ideas about his nearness.“Who are you?” he repeated again. This times, his voice had taken on a different note entirely. His eyes seemed as if they looked straight down to her soul. The angry edge seeme
Damien did not end up calling the king. Not because Isabella opened up to him, of course. But because he finally understood that there were some things that he just needed to leave alone for them to run the course of time. Of course, it had nothing to do about the fact that he was distracted by a certain tawny-eyed girl. Not at all. Nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to unravel the reason why she had always managed to evade him though they study on the same campus. He could see Laura in one minute in a class, a meeting or even the golf club that he had joined out of curiousity and the next moment, she would be gone like she had never even been there at all in the first place. So, yes. The fact that he wasn’t too concerned about the fact that Isabella had gone from been snappy to being hyperactive certainly had nothing to do with nobody. He was just been a supportive brother. Yes, the cool brother. That was what Sky had called it. Days passed and Isabella stopped sulking or wh