🎶Low Life🎶
Chromia's Pov
Getting back to the person I was before falling in love with a demon was the hardest thing to do. My sisters made it clear that there was something going on with me and I would deny the truth with lies of being stressed at work. It was the best explanation I could give and while I knew they cared for me deeply I just could not confess what I did.
How could I be that open to a man who stood to be my enemy? I allowed him to break my spark (heart) with sweet nothings due to my small desire for companionship.
I actually exposed my vulnerability to a killer.
To make matters worse I had placed both me and my son in danger by allowing him entry to my home. He could have easily murdered me just the way he did my husband and while I could accept being killed by this man I could not live with harm coming Emanuel's way. Again how could I be so foolish?
To know that I was carrying the devil's spawn made everything worse, I cried for every damn thing as I was filled with so much emotion I could not understand. If I didn't have a spark (heart) I would have killed the child but because I had a heart I couldn't. Looking into Emanuel's eyes gave me all I needed to know about the child in my womb.
This child was a part of me just as much as it was a part of him and just like Emanuel this child could grow to be beautiful inside and out.
"Mia, the buses are here, we need to get going" came Shyera's voice from outside the stall which I chose to shed my tears. I dried my eyes immediately, besides her no one knew about what happened between Morgan and I. My sisters would crucify me if they knew, as for Elita, oh dear.
She would murder me again in the afterlife and the life after that.
"Yeah, I'll be out soon" I told her and I watched until her shadow was no longer visible. As I walked towards the field Morgan had made a mess next to our buses and Shyera yelled as he gave her shoe attention, her green eyes wide. I covered my nose suppressing the urge to hurl also due to the nasty smell rising in the atmosphere.
"Oh my gosh! This will reek thanks a lot Morgan!" She hissed and he glared up at her before hurling again. What the hell was wrong with him?
She moved swiftly and both recruits and trainers stared with covered noses, the majority looking away.
"Sir Morgan you look as though you need a replacement, you seem ill" Pixie suggested and he shook his head being stubborn as usual.
"Have you been drinking Morgan? You know the rules, no drinking or smoking on camp, Stuart's new orders" Smith stated as he handed him a bottle of water.
"No, I haven't had anything to drink and I manage alcohol well so I don't hurl whenever I do drink. This is something else" he stated as he gargled the water before spitting it out. He held his stomach.
"Or maybe you just need a good shit" Shyera hissed as she stared at her destroyed shoes. Morgan gave her a look.
"Look I'm sorry about your shoes okay and no I don't need to excrete Hol, I just want to hurl" he fumed.
"Strange, otherwise from drinking I don't see what would cause this... Unless..." Before Bee could say nothing more I spoke up, all I wanted to do was get out of this pungent smell.
"Can we board the buses please, the recruits are in the sun, besides the place stinks" I informed everyone as I pointed to the recruits who made painful faces.
"Oh dear, assemble over here please!" Pixie exclaimed, her nose still covered and the recruits did as they were told. Majority if not all dodging Morgan's mess.
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His Nightmare ;Her Death Wish
Romance"What are you doing?" I asked again as my eyes roamed the face of a man I was supposed to despise. He placed his cold lips to my thigh and I tightened my grip on his shoulder. I was stunned beyond words and deeply confused. With the shock that I was...
