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
“I saw what you did to that guy,” she said and Damien forgot his surprise for a moment as he laughed out loud. No way “Are you kidding me? You are telling me that you came over from wherever you are staying, to tell me that you have been keeping your eyes on my business?” Damien asked in amusement. The embarrassed look that crossed her face made Damien lean back on his heel. He folded his arms as he gave her an intent look. “What exactly are you here for, Laura? Because I am sure that nobody gave you the job of being my keeper” Though her eyes were steady on his, Damien couldn’t help but notice how she shuffled her feet before inhaling inaudibly. Damien heard it though. He was weirdly attuned to her in a way that he wasn’t with Isabella. What did the girl want? He wondered yet he restrained himself from prying on her thoughts. “I…you know what? Never mind” she said suddenly and turned to live. Just know that I will…people will see you do that thing you do one day. Then you will be
Isabella was having a good time. She was determined to have a good time. She would make friends and go about her life as a regular college student would. Yes, that was the goal. She would not have any distractions. She was determined not to allow any form of distraction that might want to hinder her reason for being at Stanford. She was there for a reason. She was not going to allow any bastard in the form of a strapping pound of flesh to stop her from doing that.“You are a witch?” that taunting, silly question that had an undertone of condemnation kept ringing in her head. She would ignore it. Oh, she would make sure that it had no impact on any of her daily duties. Which were: wake up. Eat. Go to school like a normal student. Not bite off people’s heads because f her pissy mood. And yes, not accidentally set herself on fire as it had almost happened when she angrily tried out her powers when she was alone. She had wondered if her powers had a defect since they didn’t work on that…
Isabella had no idea why she was feeling uneasy. Yes, it was the same roguish look, arrogant smile, and damn strapping body. The voice was the same yet she felt as if something was different. Yet again, he repeated “Princess” as he stepped towards her. Isabella almost stepped back from him before she stood her ground as she knew that retreating would only brand her as a coward. She would not appear as a coward. Not before him. Not before anyone. Not especially when he had that cold look in his eyes though he had a charming smile on his face. Isabella couldn’t lay her finger on it but she knew that it was different. Truth be told, she felt different. There was a certain energy that she had become used to feeling around him but at the moment, it was nowhere to be found. She was sure that there was a difference, it was just that she couldn’t pinpoint what the difference was as he pinned a keen gaze on her as he moved closer to her. “What the hell do you want?” she looked back toward
“Help me, Damien!” rang through Damien’s head as he was busy at his desk in his study. The desperate call was infused with pain and anxiety. Though it was short before the link was cut off, Damien knew the voice clearly though the essence he felt towards the end of the call was different from what he had always felt from her. This time the essence was dark.“What the heck?” Damien thought anxiously as he tried to connect with her again but nothing happened. He couldn’t connect with her. Not even could he feel the unfamiliar darkness that he had felt earlier as well.Damien swiped his key off the table and was out of the door in no time. What could be happening? He had not seen Isabella all night but then he had been holed up in the study since he got back from class too, which had become a bit of a habit and the others had learned t leave him be until he came out and was ready to socialise again. Damien could feel that he was close to getting the critical factors in his quest. He just