The Wrong Bride!
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Nevaeh sat in the garden under the shade of the swinging chair, with a sketch book and a pencil in hand. Another futile attempt to keep herself busy, but her mind kept drifting back to the moment she had shared with Dale, this afternoon.
He had cussed when he pinned her against the wall, his huge frame hovering over her. It was the first time she had heard him cuss, but sweet lord, it was stimulating. The sound of his guttural voice made jelly fill her legs. The heat of his gaze as he stared at her had caused goosebumps to ripple through her skin, she felt like melting away.
She bit her pencil when the memory of his lips sinking into hers came rushing to her while he pinned her hand above her head giving her the torture of not being able to touch him. He had set a sudden kind of heat all over her body, and she felt she could melt and burn in his arms. His hands had touched her in many places, and ways she hadn't experienced before, and she didn't feel repulsed by it. Even when she wanted to, she just couldn't. It was as if he knew her body well, and her body knew the touch of his hands, so much it yearned for more. Thinking about it now, she could feel her cheek and skin burn in a certain way.
This was crazy.
"Ouch" She winced when the lead of the pencil pierced her lips. She had been too carried away, she had hurt herself. She felt the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Running her tongue over it, she felt the small sore. It was quite painful. How careless of her.
She looked at her sketch and she was mortified by what she had drawn. She hissed and quickly tore it out. That man was overtaking every bit of her. She couldn't even focus without the thought of him running through her mind. To think she had just been crying and reprimanding herself before she had shamelessly let him devour her like that. She has lost her self control. He made it look like she never had one in the first place.
"Are you that bored?" She lifted her eyes to see him walking towards her. Her brows creased when she noticed he was dressed to leave.
"You're going somewhere?" She asked as she rose to her feet.
"Yes." He replied while he continued walking towards her. He picked up the piece of paper she had thrown to the ground. Her eyes widened when she saw him unfold it.
'He shouldn't see it.'
Nevaeh tried to reach it. She couldn't let him see it. But the advantage of height tilting towards him made it impossible for her to do so.
He chuckled when he saw her sketch. "I never knew I was your muse." He teased making her lower her head. He lifted her chin with a finger. "I've never looked more handsome." He smiled and kissed the corner of her lips making her cheeks flush. He was always taking her by surprise with his kisses.
"You have a hall full of portraits." She said, making him tilt a brow.
"You saw." He wasn't asking. It was a conclusion. "They have been my solace while waiting for your arrival."
He was using that word again. Nevaeh looked him in the eyes and asked. "How long have you waited?" She didn't know why she asked, but she felt like it.
He pushed a stray strand behind her ears, while holding her gaze. "So long, I lost track of time."
Nevaeh stared at him, not sure of what sense to make of his answer. Well, she asked and she got her answer.
"Where are you off to?" She finally remembered to ask. She noticed he wasn't leaving his chest exposed anymore. He seems to have taken her words seriously.
"To see some annoying creatures."
Annoying creatures? That was the term her father used whenever he had a meeting with the board of his company. Was he by chance going to his company? She had almost forgotten he had one due to the time he leisurely spent at home. Even when he went out, he barely stayed long except that one time he had teased her with touching him.
"Do you have a meeting this late?" She asked. Her shiny brown eyes curiously fixed on his face.
"Not a meeting, love. An interrogation." He replied. "I must go now, I'll be back soon." He told her while she nodded. "Do not miss me while I'm gone. I won't be able to tell." He raised her chin up and kissed her. His brows tightened as he pulled away. He took her unaware when he suddenly touched her lips and gently protruded it out. A weary sigh escaped his lips when he saw the small wound in her mouth.
"You're always so careless." He sighed and kissed her again, this time it was more gentle. Nevaeh stood still as he kissed her. She wasn't used to this, but she couldn't see herself retreating whenever he kissed her.
"I'll see you soon, wife." He turned and walked away, leaving her to watch his disappearing silhouette. His broad shoulders and tall form made him elegant whenever he walked.
She ran her tongue over lips to feel the wound that had tagged her careless, but she couldn't find it. She searched but there was nothing. She gently bit that spot of her lips, but it was painless and the small swell was no longer there. Nevaeh protruded her lips and touched it with her hand, but everything looked just...fine.
Strange. Where did it go?
A smile tugged on Dale's face as he walked into the living room.
"You seem to be in a good mood." Elyon suddenly appeared from nowhere. He had his little knife in his hands again.
"I'm always in a good mood." Dale replied as he picked up a car key, making Elyon frown even though he wanted to reply to that statement.
"What are you going to do with that?"
"Drive?" Dale looked at Elyon like he had asked a stupid question.
"You want to drive? To see the elders?" Elyon looked at him as if he was crazy. Their destination wasn't a place mortals could go to, so how exactly was he supposed to drive through it with a car?
"Yes." Dale replied. Elyon could tell what this was all about. The man has a thing for being rebellious, and this was going to be a way of showing disrespect, by keep the elders waiting. He liked it.
"Let's go." He winked at Dale and led the way.
Dale scoffed as he followed him out of the house. His purpose of taking a car was far different from Elyon's idea. To his wife, he was human who needed a form of mobility, so he couldn't just puff in to thin air whenever he wanted.
"You're late." Zadkiel frowned when Dale and Elyon finally appeared after a while, but Dale didn't bother to cast a glance. He stared at the three creatures standing at the other side of the room, with their light emiting apparels.
"Engel, cause no trouble." Zadkiel warned when he saw the look in his eyes, but the man seemed to be lost in his thought. He followed behind when Dale slowly began to approach them.
"You're late, Engel." The man at the right side said, a glare playing in his eyes but Dale ignored him. His eyes were solely fixed on the lady at the middle.
"They said you needed answers. Ask what you want." The man on the other side said, but Dale barely looked from the corner of the eyes before settling his gaze on the woman again.
Zadkiel stepped forward when it seems Dale wouldn't ask. "His wife, what is she?" Zadkiel asked.
"He should ask." The woman tilted her chin towards the man standing in front of her. Her magnetic voice reverberated across the room, reminding them exactly who she was. With the way her eyes stilled with coldness, Elyon felt goosebumps rise on his skin. He hated this woman with life.
Her eyes were calm, yet they flowed with some sort of intensity, just like her voice that showed she waited for Dale's obeisance.
"Engel." Elyon tapped him on the side, but the man remained unmoved. They watched as he gritted his teeth in order to calm himself.
Dale took a step closer to her, their eyes fixedly locked on one another, before glancing at Zadkiel. "This is a waste of my time." He said before turning away to leave.
"Engel." Elyon called, while Zadkiel silently watched him leave.
"It's seems you've learnt nothing, afterall." Her voice flowed across the room, making him halt on his heels. He heard her resounding steps as she walked closer, but they suddenly stopped.
"You claim to love, gave up your powers and dwelled as mere guardian-" She looked at Elyon and Zadkiel before looking back at him and continued. "You broke rules that shouldn't be broken and lived on earth all to save her, yet you still lack the humility you require." She said.
"Sanaiah." One of the elders called when they saw the dark hue emanating from his body, but she was unperturbed.
"They'll come for her again. I hope then, you can open your mouth to ask for the answers you need." She sighed.
Dale turned around to look at her, but she was gone. They were all gone, save Zadkiel and Elyon.
His felt raged on that spot. This was the reason he shouldn't have come to seek them in the first place.. This was all Zadkiel's fault.
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Chapter 42: Answers
Nevaeh sat in the garden under the shade of the swinging chair, with a sketch book and a pencil in hand. Another futile attempt to keep herself busy, but her mind kept drifting back to the moment she had shared with Dale, this afternoon.
He had cussed when he pinned her against the wall, his huge frame hovering over her. It was the first time she had heard him cuss, but sweet lord, it was stimulating. The sound of his guttural voice made jelly fill her legs. The heat of his gaze as he stared at her had caused goosebumps to ripple through her skin, she felt like melting away.
She bit her pencil when the memory of his lips sinking into hers came rushing to her while he pinned her hand above her head giving her the torture of not being able to touch him. He had set a sudden kind of heat all over her body, and she felt she could melt and burn in his arms. His hands had touched her in many places, and ways she hadn't experienced before, and she didn't feel repulsed by it. Even when she wanted to, she just couldn't. It was as if he knew her body well, and her body knew the touch of his hands, so much it yearned for more. Thinking about it now, she could feel her cheek and skin burn in a certain way.
This was crazy.
"Ouch" She winced when the lead of the pencil pierced her lips. She had been too carried away, she had hurt herself. She felt the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Running her tongue over it, she felt the small sore. It was quite painful. How careless of her.
She looked at her sketch and she was mortified by what she had drawn. She hissed and quickly tore it out. That man was overtaking every bit of her. She couldn't even focus without the thought of him running through her mind. To think she had just been crying and reprimanding herself before she had shamelessly let him devour her like that. She has lost her self control. He made it look like she never had one in the first place.
"Are you that bored?" She lifted her eyes to see him walking towards her. Her brows creased when she noticed he was dressed to leave.
"You're going somewhere?" She asked as she rose to her feet.
"Yes." He replied while he continued walking towards her. He picked up the piece of paper she had thrown to the ground. Her eyes widened when she saw him unfold it.
'He shouldn't see it.'
Nevaeh tried to reach it. She couldn't let him see it. But the advantage of height tilting towards him made it impossible for her to do so.
He chuckled when he saw her sketch. "I never knew I was your muse." He teased making her lower her head. He lifted her chin with a finger. "I've never looked more handsome." He smiled and kissed the corner of her lips making her cheeks flush. He was always taking her by surprise with his kisses.
"You have a hall full of portraits." She said, making him tilt a brow.
"You saw." He wasn't asking. It was a conclusion. "They have been my solace while waiting for your arrival."
He was using that word again. Nevaeh looked him in the eyes and asked. "How long have you waited?" She didn't know why she asked, but she felt like it.
He pushed a stray strand behind her ears, while holding her gaze. "So long, I lost track of time."
Nevaeh stared at him, not sure of what sense to make of his answer. Well, she asked and she got her answer.
"Where are you off to?" She finally remembered to ask. She noticed he wasn't leaving his chest exposed anymore. He seems to have taken her words seriously.
"To see some annoying creatures."
"Do you have a meeting this late?" She asked. Her shiny brown eyes curiously fixed on his face.
"Not a meeting, love. An interrogation." He replied. "I must go now, I'll be back soon." He told her while she nodded. "Do not miss me while I'm gone. I won't be able to tell." He raised her chin up and kissed her. His brows tightened as he pulled away. He took her unaware when he suddenly touched her lips and gently protruded it out. A weary sigh escaped his lips when he saw the small wound in her mouth.
"You're always so careless." He sighed and kissed her again, this time it was more gentle. Nevaeh stood still as he kissed her. She wasn't used to this, but she couldn't see herself retreating whenever he kissed her.
"I'll see you soon, wife." He turned and walked away, leaving her to watch his disappearing silhouette. His broad shoulders and tall form made him elegant whenever he walked.
She ran her tongue over lips to feel the wound that had tagged her careless, but she couldn't find it. She searched but there was nothing. She gently bit that spot of her lips, but it was painless and the small swell was no longer there. Nevaeh protruded her lips and touched it with her hand, but everything looked just...fine.
Strange. Where did it go?
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....A smile tugged on Dale's face as he walked into the living room.
"You seem to be in a good mood." Elyon suddenly appeared from nowhere. He had his little knife in his hands again.
"I'm always in a good mood." Dale replied as he picked up a car key, making Elyon frown even though he wanted to reply to that statement.
"What are you going to do with that?"
"Drive?" Dale looked at Elyon like he had asked a stupid question.
"You want to drive? To see the elders?" Elyon looked at him as if he was crazy. Their destination wasn't a place mortals could go to, so how exactly was he supposed to drive through it with a car?
"Yes." Dale replied. Elyon could tell what this was all about. The man has a thing for being rebellious, and this was going to be a way of showing disrespect, by keep the elders waiting. He liked it.
"Let's go." He winked at Dale and led the way.
Dale scoffed as he followed him out of the house. His purpose of taking a car was far different from Elyon's idea. To his wife, he was human who needed a form of mobility, so he couldn't just puff in to thin air whenever he wanted.
"You're late." Zadkiel frowned when Dale and Elyon finally appeared after a while, but Dale didn't bother to cast a glance. He stared at the three creatures standing at the other side of the room, with their light emiting apparels.
"Engel, cause no trouble." Zadkiel warned when he saw the look in his eyes, but the man seemed to be lost in his thought. He followed behind when Dale slowly began to approach them.
"You're late, Engel." The man at the right side said, a glare playing in his eyes but Dale ignored him. His eyes were solely fixed on the lady at the middle.
Zadkiel stepped forward when it seems Dale wouldn't ask. "His wife, what is she?" Zadkiel asked.
"He should ask." The woman tilted her chin towards the man standing in front of her. Her magnetic voice reverberated across the room, reminding them exactly who she was. With the way her eyes stilled with coldness, Elyon felt goosebumps rise on his skin. He hated this woman with life.
Her eyes were calm, yet they flowed with some sort of intensity, just like her voice that showed she waited for Dale's obeisance.
"Engel." Elyon tapped him on the side, but the man remained unmoved. They watched as he gritted his teeth in order to calm himself.
Dale took a step closer to her, their eyes fixedly locked on one another, before glancing at Zadkiel. "This is a waste of my time." He said before turning away to leave.
"Engel." Elyon called, while Zadkiel silently watched him leave.
"It's seems you've learnt nothing, afterall." Her voice flowed across the room, making him halt on his heels. He heard her resounding steps as she walked closer, but they suddenly stopped.
"You claim to love, gave up your powers and dwelled as mere guardian-" She looked at Elyon and Zadkiel before looking back at him and continued. "You broke rules that shouldn't be broken and lived on earth all to save her, yet you still lack the humility you require." She said.
"Sanaiah." One of the elders called when they saw the dark hue emanating from his body, but she was unperturbed.
"They'll come for her again. I hope then, you can open your mouth to ask for the answers you need." She sighed.
Dale turned around to look at her, but she was gone. They were all gone, save Zadkiel and Elyon.
His felt raged on that spot. This was the reason he shouldn't have come to seek them in the first place.. This was all Zadkiel's fault.
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