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71. The French Quarter.
"Come in..." there came a rusty hissing voice and Weston and David both exchanged horrific looks.
The woman with them pushed a bit and they stepped in the room."Closer..." said the voice.They took a few more steps."Closer...." It hissed again.As soon as they reached more and more closer they were startled by the sudden hysteric laughing."On your knees...."They immediately went into their knees and their eyes came across a pair of feet with no toes, as if it was chopped off by an axe and being tied with the thread.Looking up the legs were slender and fair...they looked like the legs of a woman.Looking more up their eyes met to the breasts covered with the clothing, plumpy and round.And finally to her face.It was a very beautiful woman ahead of them. She had platinum blonde hair tied up into a very big victorian style bun.Her eyes warm brown and flecks of reddish look on them. She had the most beautiful smile onRelated chapters
Dasher 72. A Beautiful Ending.
*Six months later*The wolf just shrugged his body when he licked his lips. Sniffling in the fresh air, he jumped on the rock and howled endlessly.The darkness of the forest amazes him. It's been since he went to the monastery and did some meditation, his temper is now calm. Maddox Dasher became more patient with his life. Spending every day in the company and nights with his som, Xylus he was busy in his life.The only thing which makes him depress sometimes is his sleeping wife.Its been six months and she is still resting inside the coffin, in the sunroom.Conrard and Vlora had married and Crystal was happy. Melvin and Travolta were expecting their first child together.Debrah and Caden had joined the family business while Mambo was looking after the Czar pack.Leticia took over the place of father Angelo as he was dead.Witches say that he had a cardiac attack and lost his life. Little Xylus was growing up and he now rec
Dasher Prologue
The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter. It was a warm black that hugged you no matter what, and within it's the safety I could feel my own soul all the more clearly, that innocent inborn spark.Bathed in the light of the sun, the moon was more beautiful than even the stars around.The werewolves move by the twilight moon, coordinated, but rarely in the company. Their target is prearranged and all that matters is a confirmed kill. Gone are the days of raging beasts with no thought to conceal their identity, anonymity is priority number one.The only shining things other than the stars were their sparkly coloured eyes...warm brown...hazel and deep blue with flecks of silver.The wolves appeared silently...trying to stay low as long as they could.It was a small tribe they were keeping their eyes on.Although they had no intention to kill the whole tribe but a particular
Dasher 2. Snowy Day.
It was six in the morning when a girl walked through the empty streets of a small town in Alaska.The weather was almost as cold as it ever been. Predictions were there might be a snowstorm arriving soon, she has to reach to the destination as soon as she can.Covered in warm clothes, she tucked her scarf under her long fur coat...but her long red hair was let loose in the air.The wind howled, piling up snow in drifts, blinding the night with ice-white dust.The storm has arrived...Trees, posts, cowsheds loomed into her vision, then vanished, swallowed in white.Breath pales against the numbing air, she blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavily on her eyelashes. She adored the snow, more so when it was falling.She opened the lock and twisted the doorknob stepping inside the shop as she felt warmth around it.The bakery was in one of those little stores in the run
Dasher 3. Baker?
The week has passed by, the weather was the same, sometimes the cold wind blew along with the snow...other times the snowstorm covered the area.People living in the city were habitual by now...the work goes on and on."Winter, prepare a latte for Mrs Willow...she might be here soon," Pidge said decorating the cake.The door pushed open and the bell rang as a cold breeze immediately came in along with a woman.Dressed in a skirt and blouse, the woman was wearing a navy blue coat, a warm scarf wrapped around her neck...dark shades covering her beautiful eyes.Lia always makes fun of Mrs Willow wearing a skirt down with her upper body fully covered.Maybe she doesn't feel cold on her lower body.As soon as she removed her shades, she spoke, "Hello..." exhaling the frigid smoke out of her mouth."Good day, Mrs Willow. Please have a seat...your latte is ready..." Pidge smiled pouring the coffee in a cup.The girls were behaving professionally
Dasher 4. Wet Dream.
"Why would a handsome guy like him be so rude to you?" Rosina narrowed her eyebrows."I don't know and I don't care...he wasn't my type anyway," Pidge flipped her hair back."The first principle to make a guy flatter on you...make an impression.""Guys like women who are independent and intelligent." In this way, Lia's lecture began.The girls were having dinner in a restaurant next to the club they went to.Saturday night is said to be extraordinary...after a working week people gets together with their friends or have dinner with their families...everyone comes out for fun.Alaska is one of the northern areas in the US and the place they live in is known as Anchorage, Alaska.Even with such coldness, the people of Alaska love to enjoy the nights out."Who is your type then, Pidge?" Lia asked wiping her mouth with a napkin."Someone who can dominate me..." she murmured but it was loud enough for the girls to hear.Pidge was qu
Dasher 5. Mittens Matters.
Tossing and turning her sides after every five minutes Pidge kept on thinking about the handsome guy Dylan.He was handsome from the depths of his eyes to his tan skin, his muscular biceps pumped up from the winter coat he was wearing.She imagined him without a shirt...how hot does his body will look?She only wonders...a ghost of a smile touched his lips when she recalled the scene of him winking in her direction right before he pulled the door of the bakery.Pidge was going mad...she was thinking about Dylan all the time...seeing him in her dreams.She needs to see him...Pidge opened her phone and looked for Dylan on the Facebook search engine.A lot of guys named Dylan appeared on the phone screen while she scrolled down just to see his picture.Clicking on his name his profile picture remained open when she saw the very handsome face of the guy.Her heart skipped a beat seeing the shirtless profile picture of Dylan."Dylan Maxw
Dasher 6. Decorate Me.
On the verandah were plants that reached up past the cedar railings and branched out gleefully into the cold wind.The pots were works of art in their own right. Everyone was a pleasing shape and glazed in the same vibrant shades of blue he accented his home with.Some were like snapshots of midnight and ribbed like waves. Others were classically smooth, widening to a rimmed top, brilliant cyan glaze clinging to them like animal skin and dripping down the sides to add just the right dash of Chaos.Dylan twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.As they went in she was amazed to see such a beautiful sight to behold.It was a magnificent chalet made of glass, the interior was modern yet elegant."Wow!" she whistled unbelievably."You like it?" he asked and she rushed towards the glass window...the majestic view of the mountains and the snow couldn't describe in words.In the living room, there was placed an undecorated Christmas tree.
Dasher 7. Owner Of The Bakery.
"Hurry up, Winter. Mrs Willow will be here soon," Pidge said mopping the floor rapidly.Just then the door of the bakery pushed open and two figures stepped in.Pidge was looking at the floor mopping the spilt coffee which a child has thrown by accident.Her eyes got fixed on the shoes of the people...one was wearing simple black court shoes...she was probably a female.Another figure was wearing neatly pointed dark brown shoes, his feet were larger than the woman.Looking up she was stunned to see the man and a woman."Hello everyone," his voice sweet and a smile touched his lips."Girls, this is my son...Dylan Maxwell," Mrs Willow simply announced.Winter, Rosina, Lia along with Pidge were in a trance...as if they all were caught redhanded."Her son?""She spent a night with the owner's son.""Pidge..." the girls said together in a mumble...staring at their best friend who was just glued in her place."Hello," Dylan walke
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