This is my fucking third book, which took me almost six months to finish. *laughing devilishly* You might be surprised why this has a sad/shocking ending. But I’d like to point out that not all stories end in “happily ever after”. I look forward to expanding the story of Elaine and Tyler. But as long as it does not harbor enough readers, the ending remains as it is. If ever enough readers would demand a sequel or a better love story between Elaine and Tyler, then I shall provide you/them a story that will fulfill happiness and give justice to the characters. I’m sorry if this story ends this way as there are things that made me stop at that point. As a writer with limited resources and is struggling, I commit to my very best to provide you quality and unique stories that will somehow quench your reader taste. To be honest, up until now, I am still learning the world of werewolves and fated mates and stuff. That’s why my n
I waited for my father and mother to cease fighting in the car. We have arrived in Moonburn. Yet, we’re still sitting in the car waiting for their argument to end. My sister’s baby kept on crying and the sound of my brother’s gaming tablet is very much a nuisance to my ears. I often wished to be like Belle in Beauty and the Beast. At least, she can live peacefully in a castle full of books—never mind the talking dishes and whining furniture. Finally, my father, who’s in the driver’s seat, unlocked the door and I went out immediately. I heard my sister’s ‘scolding’ voice for the one thousandth time today, but I just ignored it, like I mostly do. The neighborhood is calm and peaceful, probably because of the frigid weather or they just don’t care about newly-moved folks. A blonde woman, perhaps in her early forties, waved at me. Her house is just next to us. I smiled and waved back as well. She looks so happy and cheerful upon
“Where are you taking me?” I whimpered as the huge wolf carried me on its shoulders. The path is dark. I cannot see clearly. But this white wolf, which is walking on its two feet, seems to know the path like no one else. It walks like it’s some sort of a man rather than an animal. In fact, it breathes and acts as if it's not an animal at all. The wolf had been walking through this forest for a couple of minutes now. It was silent in here, like the grave. Is it going to bury me alive in the middle of this dark, gloomy forest? Too bad I didn’t scream when it took me from the stone table. But what’s the use of screaming anyway? Insects and trees wouldn’t help me get away from this predator. I doubt they can even recognize my scream as a shout for help.Heaven knows where this is, until it halted. I tried to move my head to see what’s in front of us that made it stop. Luckily, it turned me around and I can see a huge rocky wall that extends to nowhere. It seems to
“You seemed in deep thoughts, Elaine.” My eyes could’ve come out from my face. “How did you know my—” “Welcome to Stella’s Soul, Elaine.” Then he walked away, without even bothering to look back at me or answer my question. I followed him with my eyes. And, I just realized now, how Las-Vegas-looking this place is. I was expecting it to be a tribe with two older people roasting a wild pig under the canopy of trees and some almost-naked children eating dinner from banana leaves. Instead, a gilded fountain stood before me. Huge rosarium surrounds it. Neon lights ala Los Angeles illuminate the night of the leap year. This place is secluded. But, it was more lavish than Moonburn—perhaps more expensive than Beverly Hills. A young woman who was dressed in navy blue and white helped me get out of the mud. “I’m sorry about Tyler. It’s his first time to get out beyond the wall and see a female mortal. Especially one as gor
“I just wanted to test my soon-to-be bride if she fits my taste,” he murmured between my lips. “And what if I’m not?” I parted my face from his plumpy, kissable lips. He smirked. “You will be. I will not save you from your family if you don't fit my taste.” I nodded. “My family. They are…” “They died a week ago.” Sleepiness left my soul. “What did you say?” “The people that are with you…they are not people. They are Heart-eaters. They can assume any appearance they like as long as they feed on mortal’s hearts—and werewolves. Most especially werewolves’ hearts.” “What?! How? Why?!” Several questions flooded inside my mind. I knew my family was not the kind of family that everyone wished for. But being oblivious of their death for over a week is…I can’t. This is so baffling. What’s going on then? What happened to them? “Surely it’s not a coincidence that I was brought here?” I asked with br
Tyler’s POVThere she is, lying atop the stone table like some sort of a call girl waiting to be thrusted wildly. She was beautiful in white, calmly looking at the stars above as if she was waiting for something, for someone. The girl was some sort of humming a tune in which I can’t vaguely recognize. I proceed to approach her in a predator walk, still in my wolf form. I walk nearer, closer to her. Now, I can hear clearly the song she was humming. It was Brahms Lullaby—but in a creepy way. “Gosh, when will that wolf come?” Those words coming from her mouth made me snarl. Does she really think I will eat her? Well, I will soon eat her. But in a different way. “Hahaha,” my wolf Remus’ laugh was deep and dark. She noticed me and her eyes grew wide. Then wider as I stood on both of my feet. What made me flabbergasted is that she didn’t shout or shriek or yell. She sat straight and j
It’s been normal for me to see women gape upon seeing me naked. But seeing Elaine flabbergasted…gosh, I almost forgot not to bite my lip seductively. I just put her down roughly on the murky ground, courtesy of this morning’s cold rain. Mud had already stained my moon-white fur earlier, splashed into my wolf body the moment she landed on the filthy ground. She whimpered in pain, and I just watched her because my entirety is also aching as well. My cerulean eyes sparkled as I can now clearly see her beautiful body under the light of the Snow Moon. She has huge melons for her age, perfect and round. I bet it will just fit in my hands. Her kind peering eyes seem to feast on my unclothed body. Her hair was as black as this night—as well as luscious and a bit wavy, but not too straight either. Her skin is the color of snow and her body is the shape of an hourglass. I arrogantly showcased my body before her, hoping that Elain
“I just wanted to test my soon-to-be bride if she fits my taste,” I murmured between her lips. To be honest, I never knew I was a very good liar. “And what if I’m not?” She scooped my face, parting it away from her red shining, cherry lips. Why is this woman playing hard to get? ‘Dearest Goddess Selena, please make my fucking woman crazy for me…’ I prayed. Well, it’s more of a demand than a prayer. “You will be. I will not save you from your family if you don't fit my taste,” I smirked because my face loves to do it. She nodded. “My family. They are…” “They died a week ago.” I hate to tell her that but the truth always hurts. It even hurts me when Jason ‘truthfully’ told me that I must wear a deodorant if I want to keep women clinging to me. Of course, I’m angry at my brother. He has a goddamn two decades to tell me that I smell and he just recently told me that unpleasant truth about me minutes befo