Hybrid Hunting by Mariana Mendoza (comprehension books .txt) 📖

about me at all.”
Ring-a-Din-Din clapped at me just like I did before. “ Great acting, how wonderful. Like you can fend for yourself in the state you’re at.” he said.
Marco and Evin stood up and looked at the warlock.
“ She’s not joking, Din.” Evin said and went to the kitchen.
“ You have no idea what she’s been through.” Marco added and came to me and slightly bowed. I while he was bowing I gave him a knuckle sandwich in the back of his head. He got up quickly and rubbed his head ferociously.
“ Ouch” he said.
“ I also don’t go back on my word, Marco. Didn’t I tell you that if you ever bowed to me again I would conk a tumor in your head?”
“ Do you really want me as informal as you can make me be?” he asked frustrated.
“ Yes, Dr. assfuck, I don’t want you to treat me like a princess who needs to have her ass wiped and licked every single day.” I told him.
“ Fine, Nina, as you say, I don’t care anymore.” he said and went back to sit down.
Did I just piss him off? His face had shown irritation, which made him cute. I wanted to hug him and make him be happy again but but I didn’t. Evin came in after with a hot plate that had both raw and cooked meat and a see through glass of blood with a straw. I licked my lips, trying really hard for my saliva not to fall.
“ I knew you’d be pissed but we let you sleep in because you needed it. Plus, I saved you the best meat for you.” he said.
“ Damn straight, Dr. Awesome.”
I smiled up to him and when he was about to hand me my plate I snatched it from his hands an blew him a kiss to his direction.
“ You see why we’re FBWs? Gosh, you’re like the most considerate person in the world.” I said and began to eat it. Marco took the open chair next to him and slip the chair out for me to sit. I did because I wasn’t mad at him anymore. I couldn’t stay mad to that hot dude. He was my changeling after all.
I finally noticed that the bitch witches and the dingo Din were watching me, mesmerized. Din dong finally spoke when he finished his drink.
“ You’re really something. No wonder you got them demons in you.” he said.
I crossed my arms at him and glared.
“ Has your sister not told you anything at all yet, dildo Din?” I asked him.
He chocked on his second drink and had a two minute coughing fit. The others were having the same reaction but only Marco and Evin laughed. Reason number two why I hated witches, no sense of sarcastic humor.
“ Fine, I’ll only put up with you so that I can kick Eddie’s ass and if I need you to help me, I will. But as soon as this is done, you are out of here.” he said, glaring at me. Marco sat up straighter and glared at the warlock. I squeezed Marco’s leg and he stopped the low growl he was making.
“ Fine by me Dr. Dickhead, I just can’t wait until I’m outta here.” I said then added, “ So, just to make this trip quicker than quicksand killing a fucked duck, when will you just hurry up and lock them demon children in me. I don’t want to give premature pregnancy. I have a few more days till then.” I said.
Din-Din-Din sighed and nodded and pushed himself up.
“ Yes, lets.” he said and began to walk away. I guessed he wanted me to follow. The other were about to follow when Din abruptly turned around.
“ No one follow, I need full concentration for this type of spell for this type of woman.” he said then kept walking.
Marco and Evin didn’t look happy but did as he said. I didn’t like that. No one commanded my boys unless it was me to kick their asses.
“ Wow, anger issues much?” I asked.
“ Bitch issues much?” he retorted.
“ Don’t feel so special Din, you ain’t the only one whose said that to me. And to answer your question, I’ve been a bitch since as long as I could remember.” I said.
“ You’re really straight forward aren’t you? You don’t shut up do you?” he said turning to me when we got to a black door.
“ Like you said, its no wonder demons weren’t inside me earlier.” I answered, patting my belly as I tried to emphasize my words.
He chuckled and opened the door with a magic spell. I really hated witches. Their magic always made me uneasy. He opened the the door wider so I would be the one to enter first. I gave him an over exaggerated curtsy and walked in.
“ Take off your clothes.” he said.
I turned back at him, amusement all over my face.
“ Well, and you say I’m straight forward.” I told him. He sighed and shook his head.
“ Don’t flatter yourself. I need to locate the demon worms’ exact position so that I’ll be able to shrink them and move them in the middle of your belly and trap them there.” he said.
“ In that case, I’ll give you a stripper special.” I said sarcastically.
I my black shirt and jeans off. I had forgotten to ask either of the witches if they had something different I could borrow. I would have to ask later. It was a good thing I had my bra and underwear on because I was still uncomfortable undressing myself in front of a stranger. The thought brought back quick memories of every time i had done this for other men. I shivered a little both of wariness and because the room was cold.
Din just stared at me. His eyes had gone wide.
“ Hoy mother of…” he began but didn’t finish.
Yeah, I was now getting used to those types of stares. He was probably either staring at my boobs and ass but I was sure he was staring at the scars in my arms and legs and stomach. They weren’t much, just four scars on each of my arms and legs and two on my stomach. Most were on my back but only the severe ones were on my wolf’s fur. I had told sister wolf to just let me keep them in my skin but since I never let her help me, it was the least I could give her.
Sister wolf was now with me, using her scent to comfort me and to cover my mind up, even though she could do nothing for my physical body. She was angry that this guy was staring but I told her it was so that the demons from Satan’s ass crack wouldn’t bother my anymore. Sister wolf still didn’t like it and went feral in my mind.
“ Eddie did this to you?” he whispered to me. His eyes had softened a bit and his mouth was still open. I glared at him.
“ Pity me and I’ll punch you in the face.” I growled at him.
That must have snapped him out of his ditzy daze. He came forward slowly.
“ I’m going to touch you so that I can see the worms’ positions. You’ll be telling me where it begins and where it stops. I’ll have to use a marker so I can see how they are placed.” he explained as he reached for a mercer near his desk. I nodded and just stood there, waiting for him to begin. He turned to first lump, which was right under my boobs. I felt his finger make a straight line through the worm. I told him where it started and where it ended as the marker chilled my skin.
“ Where do you think the others are?” he asked.
“ In my back.” I told him.
He slowly turned around to my back. Smart boy, he knew that if he walked to quickly, he could make my wolf snap. She was very angry that this man was very close to me. Neither of us liked it but he was doing his job so I would have to give.
He gasped when his eyes met my back.
“ Oh, my god, what are all these scars?” he whispered to himself. Must’ve forgotten I was two very supernatural creatures.
“ Oh, those? Those are nothing compared to what my wolf fur is hiding.” I tell him, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He then touched the lumps on my back I winced but he didn’t see it, thank the fuck mother. He slowly marked the worms again and when he was done, he checked his handy work. He nodded in approval and went to get some stuff for the spell.
“ Will this hurt? Because I’m really tired of spells that almost kill me.” I said to him.
“ It’ll hurt but its because I’ll be because I’m going to move the demons into one place. You’ll have to hang on to consciousness or else it won’t work and there is a high possibility that the demons might wake up and control your body if you go under.” he said.
I snorted and gave him a look that was of defiance.
“ When hell freezes over and becomes a popsicle stick, then I’ll go under, until then, not even these ugly motherfuckers can kill me.” I told him, putting as much bravado into my words because Inside, I was more scared than a pony in a river. But that didn’t mean I was bitch, much.
He came back with a jar of green slime and I scrunched up my nose.
“ Let me guess, gargoyle pee?” I asked.
“ Yeah, unfortunately you have have this lathered on your tummy again.” he said.
“ Ain’t that my cherry of the day?”
Din chuckled and shook his head at me. He didn’t say much when he put the piss on me he then took a white powder and dipped his finger in it. He then began to write some witch shit on my stomach in a circular motion. What the hellfuck? I didn’t talk, not wanting to disrupt his concentration.
After he was finished, he grabbed me a chair and made me sit on it, then he looked at me.
“ You ready?”
“ More ready than a lion ready to mate in a desert full of hyenas.” I responded.
He nodded then and began to chant an unknown language at me. I slumped on the chair he had given me. I began to feel the demonic worms from hell’s pussycat move. It wasn’t as painful as I anticipated it to be but it still hurt like an ass getting a wedgie. I was using most of my strength to not lose consciousness and the rest of it to not fall out of the chair.
A few minutes later, I felt the worms in the middle of my stomach and felt them shrink. And the smaller they got the less pain I felt. Din walked towards me and touched my stomach, his finger somewhere inside the writing. he moved his fingers in a circular motion until he got to my belly button, and then it was over.
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