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my pierced eyebrow and lip,
I poked around in my oversized purse and found the paperback paranormal-romance Ava had loaned me.
SHES ONE OF US!!!
Her grin widened as she glanced over at the abandoned romance novel. “Not a fan of Blaze’s Fiery Embrace?”
Despite my complaints about the book, I couldn’t help thinking how nice it must feel to be literally carried away by the man of your dreams. If I could find my perfect man, there would definitely be some carrying involved. Even if I have to hogtie him first to keep him still while he’s slung over my shoulders. I couldn’t stop my grin at the mental image.
lol 👌🏻
“Remind me when we get back home, and I’ll let you borrow my copy of Priscilla’s Neanderthal.”
...are these real book titles being thrown about? I will have to check.
In truth, the romance novel depressed me because it reminded me of what I didn’t have—someone wholly devoted to me.
You know what—I had this, and to be honest, it’s not that great. You don’t have any form of space or self anymore, it’s all ‘we’ and ‘us’, and you can never do anything alone anymore.
Being with Ava by herself was relaxing, because she didn’t care if I said or did the “wrong” thing. But Mike and John were another story. I felt drained from being on my best behavior all day.
o.m.g. totally understand.
He’d taken me on many adventures, never discouraging my belief in magic. And I had believed—oh, how hard I’d believed! Right up until the day I’d sat by his bed and watched him take his last breath, abandoning me to the cold reality of a world that had lost all the magic he’d brought into it.
After all, it would be pretty arrogant to assume that we were the only intelligent
It might have been easier for me if the alien had lacked any humanlike attributes. The fact that it wasn’t totally monstrous—and that its eyes were so captivating—unnerved me.
My breathing sped up again with the memory—and of what came afterwards—so I tried to blank my mind and take deep breaths, this time more slowly so I didn’t further agitate my lungs.
fucken christ, this is a lot darker then I thought it would be. She’s already been violated and is now dealing with ptsd while still being trapped as a guinea pig to these fuckers.
She looked like a picture of a beautiful model that I had Photoshopped for an art project, until her features approached the uncanny valley. Thin, long neck, disproportionately large eyes, narrow v-shaped jaw, full—almost overblown lips—and a slim, straight nose with a dainty tip and small nostrils. Her skin sparkled—quite literally—with iridescence.
It figured I got abducted by a blue-skinned alien that wasn’t masculine and of the barbarian variety. Oh well, what was one more disappointment? This was so not going like it did in the romance novels.
Beyond the window was a room much like the one I’d been in with the alien monsters, the floor covered with metal grates. I realized that it looked like a killing room—empty of furniture, with a floor that could easily drain blood and body waste, and slick walls that could be rinsed off.
I had my own secrets. They’d changed me, but even they didn’t understand how drastically.
I didn’t know how I could tell where my captors were, nor how I knew the next move my opponents would make during combat, but I did. It was something else from the now-time that they’d done to me. Something I didn’t think they realized.
She was rounder and even softer than all the other soft meats I’d seen,
put his lower hands on the clear wall, revealing palms that were armored with small, flexible plates—like a pair of clawed gauntlets.
“Thrax is the pinnacle of our genetic engineering program. We have completely modified one of the deadliest living organisms from our colony world of Oros so that he will someday serve as a soldier for our empire.”
“I’m telling you this so you will understand how lucky you are. You have been chosen to bear Thrax’s offspring for the Iriduan Empire.”
oh great...rape.
have never fainted in my life. I’d been a little light-headed once or twice, but have never actually lost consciousness,
This time, watching his violent outburst as he tried to get to me, my knees threatened to collapse beneath me when the robot pulled me onto my feet, and I knew that I was going to ruin my record. But I didn’t.
It wasn’t like I’d never thought about being ravished by an alien. There were plenty of romances about that very subject, and I had a taste for them. But I certainly didn’t want that here, in this nightmare of a place where we were always being watched by aliens who believed they were superior to me and didn’t give a damn about my feelings.
That sounds suicidally stupid!”
He had no choice in the matter. Any more than I did. The only difference was that his body chose for him, and he chose for me. He didn’t really want me. Not the woman I was, with all my flaws. He wasn’t a potential boyfriend, or caring lover. He was a creature driven by instinct. Maybe, if he had been like one of those barbarians in the romance novels, falling to one knee to pledge their undying insta-love to me, I might have been moved to consider the whole “mating” thing in a positive light.
The plants weren’t familiar cactuses. Their spikes were bigger and more lethal—dagger-long growths that could kill a grown man if he had the misfortune to fall onto one.
large blooms that spread their petals on top of the branches of the alien cacti.
wasn’t ready to free her. After all, she’d given it to me in the first place. I had no idea why, but I wasn’t going to complain about easy prey.
He’d been gorgeous—his lips finely sculpted, his nose perfectly formed, and his jaw square and symmetrical. The only oddity had been the fact that a line bisected his lower face from his nasal septum to his chin, in the same way that he had a seam on his facial plates.
He touched my face with the fingers of one of his upper hands, tracing my frown and the creases between my brows. “This expression means Claire is not pleased. My words upset you.”
Still, it wasn’t fair to judge Thrax based on human standards. Or maybe I was just trying to justify the fact that I still kind of liked him, even though he did horrible things. Nobody’s perfect.
The thought that they might have killed him made me unaccountably sad. I hardly knew him, and even by his own admission, he was a monster. Or at least, by human standards, he would be considered one. Still, he was my monster, and was also the only ally I had right now.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t know how to fly an alien spaceship. I can barely drive a car. I failed my driver’s license test twice.”
I chuckled at his intensity, shaking my head to check that the hold of the knot was secure enough. “It’s just hair, Thrax.” “The ends look like cloda blossoms. The rest of it is dark like the shadows of my crevice.”
This bitch is seriously poetic, and it’s all natural.
could we even go far enough away from the Simatican Research Facility to avoid the Iriduans’ attempts to recapture us?
The fact that she can remember the entire facility name (after only hearing it once or twice), is the most unrealistic thing of this entire story.
primal fear of darkness didn’t utilize logic.
#truth
Unequivocally
I touched his facial plates with my hands, stroking my fingers over them, and he rewarded me by sighing out a breath from between them, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the sensation. He loved when I touched his mandible plates, and explained that they were as sensitive as the markings for his stingers—only far less dangerous to touch.
ugh fiiiiiine! It’s kind of a cute monster moment.
He shook his head. “You are the flower with the sweetest nectar that is worth risking the thorns.”
When he reached the edge of the waterway where he’d dragged me under, he lifted me out of the water first, almost like a predator baiting a trap. I hoped Claire didn’t fall for it, since I still didn’t trust Nemon not to try to steal her away. This was why I didn’t have allies.
lol
I realized that fear of death was nothing compared to the fear of surviving the loss of someone you loved.
