Aneva Walker

A Short Story by: Aneva Walker SCREAMS, ALL I HEARD WERE  screams emanating from the South Carolina hotel room. My hands shook as I lifted it to knock. No, knocking wouldn’t help. Should I phone the police? I fumbled through my pockets and soon realized that I had left my cell lying on the bed. I sighed, but then perked up when I felt my switchblade resting against my hip. This could come in handy. The sound came again, and a thump. I felt my heart stall in my chest. Taking

Short Story by: Aneva Walker DAVE WRAPPED HIS ARMS around Lyla’s waist and traced his tongue down her neck. She shivered and laughed. “I thought you fed already, love.” She felt Dave shrug. “That does not make the taste of you any less alluring.” Lyla turned in his arms and studied her mate of five years. His face was all planes and sharp edges, eyes the purest gold flecked with grey. His mouth held promises and intoxicating temptations. She found herself leaning into him,

Short Story by: Aneva Walker ANASTASIA SAT UP AND LOOKED over at her love. Her heart swelled with the memory of what they had just shared. She smiled. “That was amazing,” she whispered, gently touching the back of his hand. He flinched. Pulled away as though her touch burned. His gaze—fixed on the wall, refusing to look at her. “Julian?” Dread coiled in her stomach as she reached for him again. “Don’t.” The word was barely audible, but it resonated in her mind like a terri