A Little and Her Alpha Mommy by Ren Kauzki (short books for teens .txt) 📕

Little Nevra, so tiny and small being ripped away from her mother. Her sorrowful cries echoed in my head as she reached out toward me, the masked men grabbed her by the waist and yanked her back, yet she fought and fought until one of them snapped her neck.The dungeon door was then slammed shut in front of me, beaming lights invaded my vision. White sterile walls and men in green body outfits..Little Nevra is dragged into another room with a white bed, she is thrown on top of the bed and that's when I decide to dart past them, but one of them grabs my black hair and drags me back, shoving a metal cage over my head the sound of metal locking echoed in my ears. I begin to cry and the men are speaking in a language I could not understand, I crawled to the corner of the bed and they ripped my arm upwards, yanking it out of its socket, I let out a screech as a needle is shoved in my forearm, they all step back as my body begins to seize on the bed, a pain i’ve never experienced before racks my body, locking the limbs and unlocking them, sweat poured down my face in bullets and my breathing was nothing short of heaving as if you were about to vomit but your body wouldn’t let you. The men in green stepped back as a large woman in a white coat walked in. “Her body has yet to reject the A49 gene.” She nods and walks off...the scene ends and she's back in the mansion covered in black goop. Her pack in a circle around her, their back to hers. “Hello there Milady, are you back from Lala land to help us with this?” Strix says, pointing his weapon toward the secondary swarm of gooey monsters.Tyranny was just pulverising the creatures and cursing at the same time “THERE'S NOTHING CRUNCHING, NOTHING BREAKING IT'S JUST POOOP”. I break out in a laughter and smear off the black tar from my forehead possibly leaving a  smudge. The little boys image interrupted her vision momentarily as she ducked under the protective circle and began dashing and slashing through these Jello beings. Red follows close behind, I turn to notice a giant puddle of black tar under her paws and it begins to move so quick no one had time to react. I turn on my heel the moment Red is swallowed not a trace of Red, just a blob like bubble. A rippling howl that turns into a scream ripples out. I dive into the blob and someone behind me has a hold of my waist. There's no time to think. I blindly search for her only gathering fist full of black crap. My vision begins to blur and a strange ringing in my ear passes through and then nothing….

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Tyranny gently scoops up Red from the floor, wiping off the goop from her naked body and carries her up the stairs, he looks behind his shoulder. Krix has Nevra in his arms and he is removing her clothes and throwing them in the fireplace. Something evil is in the slime and it needs to be disposed of appropriately. He begins ascending the stairs and turns into the right corridor to where his bed chamber is, he stops at his door and looks down at the Red fiery beauty in his arms, so small and petite she fit perfectly. He let out a sigh and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Her brows furrowed but her eyes did not open. They have been passed out for an hour despite everything they’ve done to attempt to wake them. It seems now that their battle may be internal and very much mental. Their physical health appears to be completely fine, not even a scratch upon their bodies. He opens up the door and closes it behind him. He scans the room to make sure the blobs had not gotten upstairs and hid somewhere but there was nothing. He made his way to the bathroom, he started the shower and managed to strip while still holding her. He steps into the shower and lets the water fall upon them both. He looks down creating a shelter from the water to prevent the water from going into her eyes and nose. She did not stir not once, she was a warm limp body in his arms. He bites his lip and turns the shower off as soon as the black tar was removed from both of their bodies. He dries her off. He gently tucks her into bed. All control has been used and he begins slamming his fitst into the wall until every muscle in his body was exerted and despite the noise he made, she did not open her eyes. He slid down to the ground beside the bed and rested his head on the edge.

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Krix gently rested the Mistress into his bed and covered her up. He had worked on removing every inch of the goo from her body. He looks down at the basin of black murky water and the pitch black rag that was once white and frowns. He pulls the chair closer to the edge of the bed and gently grasps her hand into his. “Please, mia amor wake up”. Fatigue catches up with him and he rests his head next to her arm and closes his eyes where he drifts off into a deep sleep.

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Krix is running down a dark alleyway, a bag clutched to his tiny torso and his feet bare, slapping across pavement and dirt. He huffs and puffs until he makes it to the corner of the alley and climbs up a descended latter. He almost slips but catches himself, clutching the latter and the bag in his mouth, he chooses not to look down and proceeds upwards until he is at the last window of a run down apartment. He slides it open and crawls inside the room. It is dark and smells of rotting food, trash and alcohol. He slowly creeps out of the kitchen passing his unconscious mother. He looks back before sneaking into his room where he closes the door quietly behind him. The door itself has bolts on the door and a giant hole that stood up on the higher half of the frame. A peeping hole to watch their son. He reaches up and covers it with a crumpled up piece of trash he found on the floor. Quietly and slowly he opens his closet and pulls out a small box, it meowed at him and he smiles big and scoops the kitten out of the box. His name is Spots and he is sick. He holds the kitten close and uses his t-shirt to wipe off the green mucus seeping from his left eye and pulls out the bag and lifts out a bottle of eye drops. He opens the bottle and attempts to administer it into the kitten's eyes. It is successful and he gently settles the kitten down on the floor. He stumbles around before catching his balance and begins batting around a ball of fluff around the hard floor. It gets stuck in the pile of blankets on the floor and he tilts his head confused. Krix smiles and settles a bowl of milk down onto the ground. The sound catches the kitten's attention and he turns around and runs into the bowl dunking his head in the rim to lap at the milk hungrily. Krix smiles and pulls out a piece of jerky from his pocket and lays it next to the bowl. The kitten smells the dry meat and turns over to nibble at it. Krix smiles and gets up, he turns around and sees that the piece of trash he used to cover the hole was on the ground and his mother's eyeball was peering through the hole and she is angry. “How dare you” she spat, opening the door “You brought a filthy animal into our home!” She screeches, pushing Krix aside, he falls onto his but twisting his ankle as it got caught in the tangled blankets on the floor. She reaches down and grabs it by the head. He begins to mewl and howl. Krix eyes widen as he scrambles to his hands and knees and grabs onto his mother's ankle. “Mommy please!” She looks down at him in a way that even a bug would be worth less. His lip begins to tremble “I guess you can’t help it as filthy animal kind stick together.” She turns on her heel, her hair trailing behind her. Krix heart begins to race as the hair flashes in his mind. He gets up and reaches for it, yanking it, she is stumbled back and she turns to stare at him. She throws the kitten to the ground and it slides hitting the floor. Krix runs passed her and scoops up the kitten, covering it in his body as his mother proceeds to kick him in the face, head, ribs, stomach and back. Krix keeps his eyes tightly shut, holding the kitten that now no longer breathes in his arms and waits until it passes. Eventually his mother grew tired of this game and stumbled out of the hallway and into the living room, her matted hair dragging across the floor scooping up trash on its way. As soon as her footsteps stopped he slowly got up, wincing at the sudden stabbing pain in his ribs and carries the kitten close to his chest. He crosses the hallway and straight back into the kitchen where he slowly and quietly slides open the window and crawls out. He climbs down the ladder with one arm carefully cradling the kitten in his arm and jumps to the ground. He stumbles and falls to his knees. By now tears are streaming down his face as he slowly walks out of the alleyway, stopping along the way to hold the walls to breathe through his pain. Eventually he finds himself in a patch of grass, trees and bushes. He crouches down between the bushes and begins to dig a hole while petting the kitten in his arms. Gently he settles the kitten down into the hole and stares down at him. Finally he let it out, the screams and the tears, flowing out of his tiny shaking and broken body. The sound of high heels echoing in the distance made Krix straighten up and wipe his tears away sloppily as he tries to cover up the shallow grave of Spots. The clacking stops and he gets up to sharpy and swiftly walk back home except he bumps into something warm and soft. He looks up to see a beautiful woman with the greenest eyes he has ever seen. He stumbles backwards tripping into the bush and falling on his back. The woman tilts her head and crouches down