Novelas de Eleven

Brandon I knew this girl was trouble from the first night she moved in next door and knocked on our door at ten p.m. with a plate of goodwill cookies, curtain bangs framing her face and that cheeky smile on her lips. I don’t understand what’s happening to me—actually, I do. What I don’t understand is how Maxine can be my mate. I want to believe what I felt sitting next to her was something else, but my wolf was very clear. Mine. It whispered it over and over. Maxine is mine. My mate. Human mates aren’t uncommon for werewolves, but they are for Lycans. In my eighteen years of living, I never imagined my mate would be human. A silly, aggravating one at that. I scratched the back of my neck, staring at my partially shifted hands and extended claws. It took everything in me not to fully shift in the middle of school. If I did, my uniform would shred and I’d have to use the secret exit built for shifters who couldn’t control their wolves. Millicent Ray is discreet about these thing

Maxine A month in Canada and I still woke up every morning expecting London fog outside my window instead of pine trees and endless sky. No London fog but good news actually, my eye hurts a lot less than it did yesterday thanks to Johnny’s balm or good sleep, I don’t know. “Thanks, Aunt Margery,” I said, getting out of her car and waving. “Have a great day!” My mom’s best friend waved back. She helps drop me off and pick me up most of the time because she works close by. I woke up with a great disposition today, ready to forget about the events of yesterday and start afresh especially since the boys have promised to leave me the fuck alone. We will stay out of each other’s way and be fine. Poppy met me at my locker and hugged me. “I thought you were going to get suspended, you disappeared yesterday.” “I was not suspended, but I got a worse punishment,” I told her. “What could be worse than suspension? You are here, which means you weren’t expelled,” she asked. “Four Saturday

Maxine I knew the footsteps approaching my door were my mom’s. She stormed into my room and turned on the lights, almost blinding my hurting eye. I pulled the covers off my body and sat up. “Mummy,” I pouted, trying to charm my way out of her anger. “Don’t give me that face right now, young lady,” my mom frowned. “I’m not mad at you for what happened at school. What I’m deeply concerned about is that your first conversation with a quadriplegic lady was for her to kill herself,” my mom said with that disappointing look on her face. My pout turned to a sad frown as tears filled my eyes. “Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way—she just seemed very sad and tired when she was speaking to me. She said she wishes there was a way she could end it all,” I said, letting the tears roll down my cheeks. My mom sighed and sat on the bed next to me. “Imagine some random person telling me to kill myself knowing that I’m all you have now?” “I understand that I was wrong and I apologiz

Michael “Mike,” my mom’s wheelchair hummed toward me as I poured a glass of juice. “I need to talk to you.” “Yeah?” I tossed the carton back into the fridge. “I heard about something today. MAD. It’s for people with chronic, painful conditions. People like me,” she said. We all knew Mom wasn’t going to get better, but hearing her say it out loud felt like a punch to the gut. “What’s MAD?” Johnny asked before I could find my voice. “Medically Assisted Death. It’s legal here. The hospital could help me... finish things. It’s expensive, but we can afford it,” Mom said calmly. The blood drained from my face. Bran pulled off his headphones and turned toward us, his expression sharpening. “Medically assisted what?” he asked. “Death,” Mom finished carefully, her eyes searching ours. Her doctor had hinted at "end-of-life options" months ago before I’d snarled him into silence. I knew the level of pain she lived with every day, but the thought of her choosing to leave was unbearable.

Maxine “Max!” I heard my friend, Poppy, call. I slipped off my headphones and turned to her. I’ll meet you at lunch. Coach Lodge asked to see me,” Poppy said, now changed back into our uniforms after cheer practice. “Sure.” I caught the pack of gummy worms she tossed at me and left the changing room with my bag slung over my shoulder. One of the pros of moving to a different country to start your senior year is that you move into a stunning mansion your mom inherited from your grandparents, get enrolled in a fancy private school, and immediately meet a glammed-up redhead who becomes your student guide and first friend. She even enlists you in the cheer squad because she’s the captain and the sweetest person alive. However, there are a suffocating list of cons. For example, the mansion you moved into has a much larger mansion right next door. One random evening, you meet your neighbor—a quadriplegic, middle-aged woman—who tells you about her struggles. Out of pure, misguided sym