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
Dorian Grimaldi. I pulled my car over two streets away from Eden's house as she had requested, but I couldn't help feeling a sense of unease. I had noticed Eden's mood had been off since she saw me with Lenora at the mall, but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly was bothering her. Is it Lenora or something else? As I turned to her to speak, she avoided my gaze, and her body language was closed off. "What's wrong, Eden? You seem distant," I probed gently. Eden sighed, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before quickly looking away. "It's nothing," she muttered, twisting a lock of her fiery red hair around her finger. "Just Charles. I don't want him prying into my life." My confusion was palpable as I furrowed my brow, "Charles? What does he have to do with anything that is happening now?" Eden turned to face me, and I couldn't help but take in her features. Despite the tension between us, I found myself admiring the way the sunlight filtered through her red hair, casting a fier
Eden Monroe. I had found myself in the middle of a thick, dark forest. The trees towered over me, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. I felt a sense of unease wash over me as I looked around, realizing I was completely alone.Suddenly, a voice whispered in my ear, "The answers are all around you, if only you look closer," it said to me. The voice was low and menacing, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned around, trying to find the source of the voice, but there was no one there. I was completely alone in the huge forest.As I walked through the forest, I noticed that the trees were starting to close in on me. The branches reached out like bony fingers, scratching at my skin as I pushed past them. I could hear the voice getting louder, urging me to look closer. It sounded angry now, like it was frustrated with me.I started to run, panic setting in me. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I knew I had to f