Iridenscent

By King Ellie

I’m her PUNISHER.
I’ll do everything in my power to punish her but she doesn’t want me to yet I can give her what she craves the most...PAIN.
I’m her MONSTER. She can’t take it or leave it because she’ll never be able to leave me.

Now it’s time to give her something more, but can she survive my kind of warped essence of pleasure born from the twisted bond linking us?

Damned if she does...Damned if she doesn’t.

• Language: English
• Publisher: After Hours Publications
• Release date: Jun 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781637182895

King Ellie

King Ellie discovered her love for dark romance through reading and as she read more and more of them, she discovered that this was the genre she wanted to write it. The antiheroes and what others would classify as villains, she sees them as an opportunity to show what a hurt, heartbroken male who is seen as anything but can love harder. The heroines get a chance to be loved deeply and only by the antiheroes. Love isn't always just black and white... it's a spectrum of color.

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IRIDESCENT

THE EVOLVED SERIES BOOK 2

A Novel By,

KING ELLIE

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 17+

I see you differently because I’m looking at you from another angle. The perfect one.

*The King*

Prologue

Orpheus

    Nothing in this world would’ve made me happier than to see the only woman that I loved come back from the dead. This journey I took into the underworld, would change everything. My love, my heart… died from a mere snake bite, nothing that any of us could’ve predicted. I loved this woman more than I loved anything else in my life. Venturing into the underworld had not invoked fear into my heart. Instead, it gave me even much more courage than I had before.

    When I stood in front of Hades and Persephone, as I sang my heart out to them for my love, none of it mattered. Even if I had to die right then and there, it wouldn’t have been for nothing. My voice carried, the fingers I was blessed with played the lyre, the very lyre that was given to me by my father, Apollo. I carried that tune until Hades was persuaded to give me back my wife. There was no hesitation for me, I was just filled with overwhelming happiness. A happiness that cost me more than just my life, it caused me to lose my heart.

    I was good with following rules and even directions… I was Orpheus! Yet, this set of instructions or rather warnings, my mind paused at. It refused to heed Hades’ words,

Do not turn back to look at the land of the dead until you are far away…

But did I listen? No! The moment my eyes saw the shining sun, I turned towards my wife, my eyes landing on hers… I knew I’d live to regret it. She was beautiful, my everything and just as I got her back, I lost her once more. She vanished from my presence and my heart broke into pieces that I knew could never be put back together. How could I be so foolish? How could I not do the one thing that would keep her with me forever? As I mourned her loss for good, I vowed to myself that no woman would ever take my wife’s place. No one or so I thought.

Chapter 1

Birdie

    Ever since I was a child, I have always had these weird feelings. Feelings that I knew didn’t belong to me like when it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest or a feeling of overwhelming joy that I couldn’t explain. Physically, emotionally, and mentally, there were feelings that didn’t belong to me.

    It started when I was about ten years old. I was riding my bike with the twins Zy’ari and Zuri. They’ve been my best friends since I could last remember. So, we were riding our bikes out on the street, and then there was a surge of pain that started from the sole of my left foot making its way all to my brain. I stopped riding my bike, fell over, and screamed out as if I was the one that was hurt. The pain was unbearable, and there was nothing that could be done about it. My father, who had just come back from deployment, rushed me to the hospital, but there was nothing there. The X-rays showed that there were no broken bones or anything. We went home, and my father side-eyed me for days thinking that I was acting out.

    It didn’t stop there, no. These feelings changed over from physical to internal. I didn’t understand how I could be laughing with friends over dinner, and the next thing you know, I was crying as if something tragic had happened in my life. Growing up in a smaller city like Kingston, Ontario, a lot of people knew when you were the freak daughter of an overly-strict military man.

    As I got older, I didn’t have many friends besides Zuri and Zy’ari, but all that changed when all three of us were selected to go to an Ivy League school in the United States. I was grateful to embark on a journey that I knew would change everything, and that was how I found myself in a whole different country as a sophomore at Columbia University.

****

    The feelings that I hadn’t felt for a while came back strong when I followed the twins to the Rugby field. This University was well known for their Rugby team, and the twins wanted to find the two guys that were like family to them. The same guys I had never met before, but they were friends of their dad’s kids. Their parents were divorced and had been all this while now. I looked at the twins. They were the opposite of me; they stood at five feet nine inches, with curvaceous bodies. They had smaller breasts, flat stomachs and then the dip began showing off their booty with their hips as well. They had sun-kissed skin courtesy of them being biracial. Zy’ari had blue eyes while Zuri had brown eyes. That was how I could tell them apart when we were younger. 

    As for me, I never really met my mother. I was raised by my father, and when he was deployed, it was my aunts. I didn’t look like my father, so I figured I resembled my mother. From the tightly curled hair that couldn’t be tamed and fell a bit past my shoulders, the doe-eyed brown look, the dark skin that matched the Hershey’s milk chocolate bar, to the miniature height leaving me at just five feet two inches. My body wasn’t small on any accounts. I wasn’t like the twins. Instead, I had the G sized breasts, a stomach that wasn’t all the way flat, and hips that thought wearing jeans were a joke. Suddenly, my heart began beating faster than it usually did as if I was running or something.

    It wasn’t just simply running. No, there was more to it. There was a particular type of anger here, an aggression I knew wasn’t mine. I had never felt like this before, but right now, this was how I was feeling. Luckily, the girls sat down on the bleachers. I sat not able to concentrate on anything that was going on. I tried to shake my head clear of whatever the hell that feeling was, but it was so intense that I began rubbing my chest. The feeling took over my entire body. I couldn’t handle it as everything around me began to disappear. I stood not caring about what the girls were saying. I knew they were yelling for me to do something, but I couldn’t hear as I felt like my blood was boiling. I walked on wobbly legs thinking I was going towards wherever we came from. My blurry vision didn’t help it either. This had never happened to me before, and as I stopped wherever I was, I felt a strong hand yank me back to land on what felt like grass.

    Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you? The person shouted at me. I glanced up, yet I couldn’t make out a face. I didn’t need glasses, so I didn’t know why I couldn’t see him clearly.

Wha-, I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off.

You could’ve been hit. We’re doing tryouts, and your dumb ass just strolls on the fucking field like you have the right to! The more he yelled, the louder he got.

    The pain in my chest intensified. I shut my eyes hard wanting it to go away, and it was as if it heard me because all I was met with was pitch black.

****

Alessandro

    What in the entire fuck! I stared down at this girl as if she had lost her damn mind coming onto the field while tryouts were being held. I was already pissed off that my father called me thinking he could bully me into joining his shit again. I had enough with that and these damn dreams that were now creeping into my days. Like today, I had a vivid dream while staring off into space in the class of a beautiful woman who I couldn’t see a damn thing but her silhouette. When I was younger, I thought maybe I had seen her in passing, and that’s why she was always freaking appearing in my dreams, but as I got older, I knew that was some bullshit.

    Now, I was tired, pissed off, and currently annoyed. I glared down at the girl that just passed out. I rolled my eyes, sighing as I bent down to pick her up and bring her to health services. As I did, my two best friends/lackeys, Lorenzo and Brennan, rushed towards me from where they were seated.

What happened, Orpheus? Enzo called out to me. He never could call me by my first name.

I don’t know. One moment, I’m telling her to move out of the way. The next, she faints. I’m bringing her to health services.

Brennan smirked,

You sure you’re not doing this to get back into Kathleen’s good graces? He asked.

Fuck her.

****

    Why was I holding this girl in my arms? Why was I bringing her to health services like I owed her a damn thing? Questions like these took over, and I didn’t have the chance to answer them as I made it to my destination. I didn’t even realize I got there as fast I did. I rolled my eyes because I knew better than to use all my powers out in the open like I did. Not only was I a hybrid, but I was also the son of one of the most dangerous men in North America. As if the old bastard didn’t only terrorize the supes, but he had the nerve also to do it to the humans.

    When I entered the lobby of health services, there my ex, Kathleen, was. She sat her smug ass on the computer chair behind the desk typing away. I walked up to the desk ready to get this over with so that I could go back to practice.

Excuse me? I have a patient for you guys.

Kathleen’s breath hitched, and I knew she recognized my voice. She glanced at my face, then directly to the girl in my arms. Her shocked expression morphed into a mockery smirk, and I just wanted to drop this girl on the desk and take my leave. I waited for her to answer me instead of staring.

Uh? Downgrading much? She giggled as if she had an audience watching her on her new sitcom.

Rolling my eyes, I adjusted the unconscious girl in my arms.

Anyways. Can I leave her here? She fainted on the field, and I don’t know what’s wrong with her.

    Kathleen stood, and for a moment, I forgot about all the shit I let her do to me. Her body was always something out of this world in her bright pink scrubs. Her Toffee skin was soft to the touch, always smooth. Then, came her small B cup breasts that led to her toned belly. Finally, the masterpiece itself; her ass and her hips. She had a body that mesmerized me and had me salivating over her no matter where we were. The thing that I loved most about her was her eyes. She had deep-set hazel eyes that always seemed to stop me from whatever I was doing to draw all my attention on her, but now, I hated them even more. I cursed the day that I fell for her letting her destroy my heart in the process. I no longer needed her or the extra that came with her.

Are you going to follow me or just keep staring at what you can no longer have? She cocked her eyebrow.

I lightly chuckled because little did she know, I never wanted to touch her again.

Lead the way, Kat.

    When we made it into a room, I placed the girl on the bed. I took a good look at her. I couldn’t place where I knew her from, but I couldn’t shake the familiarity. It was as if the truth was staring right at me.

Are you done? Kathleen spewed each word with venom.

I didn’t even turn to Kathleen. Instead, I tilted my head staring at this girl some more. Where did I know her from? She was a tiny thing compared to me. Her skin, brown as ever, reminded me of endless chocolate. Her curly hair was everywhere as she laid on the little bed, and she wasn’t shaped like the women I usually looked at. No, she was built like what my grandfather called a real woman. She didn’t look like she could break if I threw her up against the wall or any of that…Wait! Why was I even thinking of her like this? I shook my head as I walked out not invested enough to find out who the hell this girl was.

Chapter 2

Birdie

    Ever since that incident that had me waking up in health services, I never went around the field again. I wasn’t sure what it was that made me so afraid to go that way. Maybe, it was the fact that the guy’s cruel eyes followed me all the way to my dreams each night. His piercing green eyes were so full of anger, rage, and something I hadn’t seen in myself… life. I could admit that I was envious of the life that appeared in his eyes that I didn’t recognize in mine. What was it about him that it seemed as though his whole energy was alive? Questions like this one ran through my mind as we settled into the routine of going to class and getting settled in.

    Today, we were finally moving into a house with the fifth-year students. When the twins and I pulled up to the house, we were taken back by how huge it was. It took up much more space than we thought it would. There was a tall black gate that opened up as we drove in. I drove my Jeep in behind the girls, and when we finally made it past the long driveway to the house, it was a sight to behold. I turned my engine off getting out of the car as I stared with my mouth wide open.

Zuri whistled as she stepped out of the driver’s side of their car.

Damn, I didn’t know Enzo and Brennan had it like this? Damn! We’re lucky they let us stay with them.

I turned to face her.

Those were the guys we were supposed to meet that day, right?

She nodded.

Yep and speak of the devil… There one of the sexiest males I had ever seen stood. Zuri squealed as she ran towards the door, Enzo! she screamed.

Enzo was his name, huh?  Well, he was sexy. He was a few inches over six feet with dark features and hair that was cut low at his nape and a bit longer touching his left eyebrow. His jawline was impeccable, something to be jealous of, and his facial hair was small enough that you couldn’t miss that jaw. He smiled widely and opened his arms to catch Zuri. He had a rugby player’s body; his shoulders were wide, and I couldn’t help but wish it was me who pulled him into a hug. I blinked when I heard someone clearing their throat behind me.

I collected my thoughts and spun around to see who was breaking my moment of admiration. I was met with eyes so green, so full of rage, and the one thing that haunted me until this day… life.

****

    I didn’t realize that I was staring at him until he snapped his fingers in my face. I blinked and focused on him. I eyed him from head to toe; He was huge compared to me. He had to be a good six feet and five inches. His dark hair was pulled back into a half bun, and the rest stopped mid-chest. His facial features were striking, very sharp all over from his nose to his jaw, and the worst was the deep dimples that showed despite the scowl on his face. He was bigger than Enzo was, and it scared me a bit. The crisp white shirt fit his body right with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his sleeve tattoos that went all the way down to his fingers. The shirt was tucked into black dress pants, and his shoes screamed expensive.

You done staring? His rough voice caught me off guard. It was so deep, and gravelly.. It was off-putting.

    I opened my mouth to respond but was saved by Zy’ari as she came over, draping her arm over mine.

You are the infamous Orpheus that we’ve heard about from Enzo and Brennan. That was her flirting voice.

    Orpheus’s gaze fell away from me and unto Zy’ari. I sighed, knowing that he was just as fascinated with her as all the guys we met before. I never cared before, but as I stood there while they engaged in conversation making me feel like a third wheel, I wanted to just scream. Then, an emotion I had never felt before enveloped me so fast, I nearly lost my balance.  I stepped away from underneath Zy’ari’s arm. Neither of them seemed to notice as I tried to maintain normalcy.  I walked up to the door that was left open, and as I made it past the foyer, I looked left then right. I needed to be in a room and the first door I saw, I opened stepping in and shutting the door.

    I knew what this emotion was. One I hadn’t felt so strongly in a long time. I threw my head back against the door, trying my best to breathe through the waves that rippled throughout my body, shutting my eyes. This was the feeling of being turned on. It was strong, heavy, and with such raw hunger. I had to relieve myself of this. I placed a hand over my mouth as the other dipped into my leggings. I couldn’t focus as I pleasured myself in that room. I lost myself in that moment as I felt like I was on such a high, one I couldn’t come back down from. I heard breathing, and it felt like someone was blowing cold air my way, making this moment much more intense for me, and I