Dorian Grimaldi. Gustavo and I both shared a look with one another, both of us wondering how Eden's friend, Carla, was involved with a vamp guy. We were standing in the forest, watching silently. "You know. . ." Gustav said after a moment, turning his gaze to the two individuals, Carla and the vamp guy who was sucking on her blood, "I think he hypnotized her.""Do you really think so?" I inquired, observing Carla's pleasure-filled groans."Absolutely," Gustavo replied, his eyes fixed on the pair. "Look at the way she's responding to him. It's not natural."I couldn't argue with his assessment. As I watched the scene in front of me, Carla seemed completely entranced by the vampire's presence, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.As we watched on, I realized that we needed to act fast before it was too late. I didn't care if her friend died, but Eden won't be happy if she finds out that we watched her friend being sucked to death by a vampire, not like she would ever know."How di
Eden Monroe. Looking around my room, I noticed the clock on my bedside table. Its digital numbers glowed in the semi-darkness, announcing that it was already past 8 am. A weekend, at last, but I still needed to get ready for the day. I yawned and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my muscles from sleeping in an awkward position.As I shuffled towards my window, I was greeted by a dazzling sunbeam that made me squint. The world outside was painted in bright colors, with the sky an endless blue and the trees' leaves a vibrant green. However, something felt off, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. A sense of unease settled in my stomach, making me hesitate before opening the window.I took a deep breath and leaned against the window frame, trying to shake off the feeling. Maybe I was just nervous about meeting my friends later or worried about a test I had next week. Or maybe it was nothing at all, just a fleeting thought that would soon pass. Either way, I needed to focus on the
Eden Monroe. As Iay in bed, my phone suddenly rang. I hesitated before answering not sure I was ready to face the outside world just yet, but when I saw Carla's name flashing on the screen— I knew I had to answer,"Hello?" I said, my voice shaking. "Hey, Eden— it's me Carla. . . I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing." She said, in her usual upbeat tone. My heart dropped. It couldn't be possible— I saw Carla's lifeless body hours ago. I felt like I was going insane. Was this a sick joke?"Carla, how. . . How are you calling me?" I stammered, tears starting to stream down my face. "What do you mean? I'm just calling to check in on my bestie. Is everything okay?" Carla said, sounding confused. I was shaking now, unable to comprehend what was happening, "Carla, you. . . You passed away. You're gone." I managed to say. There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Carla spoke again, "Eden, what are you talking about? Don't play that game with me— I'm alive a
Eden Monroe. I woke up early in the morning and rubbed my bleary eyes. It's been a sad week and I couldn't remember the last time I had slept properly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Carla's face, pale and lifeless. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the image that seemed to plague my life. I got dressed in a hurry, not bothering with makeup or fussing over my hair. I had one destination in mind: the morgue. I had to see Carla's body for myself, to make sure it was real, to say goodbye properly and also to find out reasons. I got into my sister's car, hands shaking slightly as I turned the ignition. The drive to the morgue was a blur, with me lost in my thoughts. I couldn't believe Carla was gone. We had been friends since kindergarten, and now she is dead. Murdered, no less.I wondered who could have done something like that to my friend. Carla was the kindest person I knew. She never hurt anyone, never got into trouble. And yet someone had killed her, left her body t
Dorian Grimaldi. I was still seething with anger as I got into my car and drove towards Eden's house. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the trees as I drove down the winding road. I couldn't believe the argument I just had with my mother over the death of Carla's friend. I felt like she was trying to protect someone, but who? I needed to clear his head and make sense of it all.As I parked my car in front of Eden's house, I looked around at the quiet neighborhood. The houses were small and well-kept, with neatly trimmed lawns and colorful flowers in the front yards. I took a deep breath and got out of my car, feeling the cool evening breeze on my face. I walked up to the front door and was about to knock when I saw Charles Monroe, Carla's father, leaving the house through the backdoor.My heart started racing as I wondered what I was doing there. I had seen Charles in this part of town before, but him sneaking out of the house was suspicious. Where could he be going at
Eden Monroe. The next morning, I got dressed and headed to Lady Maurie's house for coffee. As I drove there, my mind was still on Carla and the strange bite marks on her body. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. When I arrived at Lady Maurie's house, a man stood before me, telling me to follow him. I did, since Lady Maurie was expecting me over. As soon as I stepped into her living room, I saw Lady Maurie, clad in a black dress. She was looking radiant as always and I don't think I have ever seen her not looking so flawless. When she saw me, I was greeted warmly and then she led me to the dining room, sitting down. . . I smelt an heavenly scent of coffee and then she poured some for me, telling me to enjoy the coffee."I'm so glad you are here." She said, smiling brightly at me. Her smile made me feel less worried, I didn't think of any troubles I had been going through since I stepped in here. "I promised you I was going to come, here I am." I replied and s
Eden Monroe."I'm not Alpha Dorian." The voice said. The stranger held me by my shoulder and I regained my memory. I didn't know who it was, it wasn't Dorian so what was it? What in the world does he even mean by Alpha Dorian? I felt scared again, now figuring it was just my imagination and it wasn't Dorian standing behind me. Suddenly, a figure steps out of the shadows. It's a man, dressed in black, with piercing blue eyes and a menacing expression. He looks dangerous, and you can tell that he's not someone you want to mess with.I try to run, but he's too quick. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me back towards him. I struggle to break free, but he's too strong. He leans in close to your face, his hot breath on your skin. I thought I was going to die here. Someone had broken into the Grimaldi's Mansion and I was going to be the scapegoat. The thoughts of me dying made me start shivering, I began to beg the person who I knew was a male to spare my life. "Who are you?" he growls. "
Eden Monroe. As I lay in my bed, I couldn't shake off the memory of Dorian's touch. It had been a week since I last saw him, but my thoughts kept drifting back to that morning at his house. I tried to push the images from my mind, but they only seemed to intensify with each passing day.Suddenly, there was a knock on my door, and my father, Charles, entered the room. I sat up, wondering why he was there so early in the morning."Eden, I noticed this past few weeks, you have been spending a lot of time outside. Do you want to tell me why?" Charles asked, his gaze fixed on me.I knew I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't confess that I had been spending my time thinking about a man, let alone reveal my investigation into Carla's death."I have been going to school and visiting the library. I have a lot of assignments and research to do," I replied, hoping my response would satisfy him.But Charles wasn't convinced. "You know we have everything you might need in this house, so I don