“Yes. Skirts are adorable but if you fucking wear one and start acting innocent on purpose, I will not hesitate to bend over my lap and finger you until you cannot breathe. You wanna expose what’s mine? Watch me fucking take it!" In a moment of intense anger, his words spit fire, and she trembles, fearing for her life. His grip around her neck tightens, but then, unexpectedly, it loosens. His eyes soften, and he pulls her into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around her delicate frame.
View MoreSitting on the edge of the creaked bed, a girl named Rose hears a vile voice which is familiar to her ears. She rolls her eyes, a mixture of annoyance and apprehension flickering across her face. The voice grows louder, drawing closer to her tiny room, until the door creaks open with a resounding bang against the wall behind it.
Startled, Rose jumps to her feet, her concerned expression overshadowing her features. Her eyes meet the piercing gaze of a woman in her late forties, her face twisted with a vicious expression that sends shivers down Rose's spine. The woman, her name known all too well to Rose, is none other than her step-aunt, Margaret.
"I have been calling you. Can't you hear me?" Margaret spits out the words with anger, her voice dripping with venom. Rose's heart races as she tries to compose herself, aware of the consequences that may follow.
Tentatively, Rose musters up the courage to speak, her voice trembling. "Aunty Margaret, I didn't hear you..." But before she can finish her sentence, Margaret's rage reaches its peak. In a fit of fury, she hurls a white-colored envelope in Rose's direction. The envelope flies through the air, landing directly on Rose's face with a sharp thud.
Rose winces, her cheek stinging from the impact.
As Rose gingerly retrieves the envelope, tears well up in her eyes. She unfolds the letter inside, her heart sinking as she reads the words that shatter her dreams. It is a rejection letter from the university she had set her hopes on, a cruel blow to her aspirations.
Margaret watches with a cold satisfaction, relishing in Rose's despair. "See? I knew you wouldn't amount to anything," she sneers, her tone dripping with disdain. "No good university would ever accept a girl like you."
Rose's voice quivers as she tries to defend herself, her dreams crumbling before her eyes. "But... but I worked so hard. I thought... I thought I had a chance."
“Now, pray…if you ever get a chance to study. Otherwise, you will be working hard.” Dismissing her words, Margaret turns away, leaving Rose to grapple with her shattered hopes. Clutching the rejection letter tightly, Rose's determination flickers to life amidst the darkness. She refuses to let the cruelty of her step-aunt define her future.
Sitting on a worn-out bench outside the nightclub where she works as a waitress, she takes a deep sigh, her fingers absentmindedly plucking at the delicate petals of the flowers she had plucked from a nearby plant.
The petals fall one by one, mirroring the fragments of her tumultuous life.
Her thoughts drift back to the struggles she has endured since she was just a tender five-year-old. The weight of her tragic beginnings hangs heavy in her heart. Her parents were taken away from her before she could even know their love, their absence a constant ache in her soul.
Her mother was lost to the cruel grip of labor pain, and her father, unable to bear the agony of losing his beloved, succumbing to his own despair.
Left orphaned, she was entrusted to the care of her uncle, a beacon of love and warmth in her world. He embraced her with open arms, providing solace and affection. But fate, ever unkind, snatched him away too soon, leaving her vulnerable and alone.
The void created by his untimely departure was profound, and she felt the weight of his absence keenly.
Her uncle's passing marked the beginning of a new chapter in her life, one steeped in misery and torment. She was left in the clutches of her step-aunt, a woman devoid of compassion or kindness. Instead, her step-aunt reveled in inflicting pain upon the young girl, subjecting her to relentless cruelty and abuse.
As she plucks the final petal from the flower in her hand, her gaze fixates on its discarded remains. The petals scattered around her symbolize the shattered fragments of her past, the pain she has endured, and the resilience that has helped her survive.
As the man casually strolls into the club, a flicker of annoyance crosses Rose's face as she observes him carelessly discard his lit cigarette, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her eyes fixate on the smoldering ember, its glow captivating her attention.
In that moment, intrusive thoughts invade her mind, urging her to succumb to a self-destructive impulse. The relentless whispers coax her to grab the cigarette, to feel the searing heat against her skin, as if the flames of the ashes could somehow provide a temporary release from the anguish within.
Unable to resist the pull, Rose swiftly bends down, snatching the cigarette from the floor. She holds it between her trembling fingers, her gaze fixated on the wisps of smoke curling upwards. A mix of desperation and determination fills her eyes as she contemplates her next action.
Just as she is about to succumb to the allure of self-inflicted pain, a sudden blast of a car horn shatters the silence around her. The sound reverberates through the air, jolting her senses. Startled, she jerks back, her grip on the cigarette loosening.
The roar of a passing car breaks through the noise of the club, its Akrapovic exhaust amplifying the cacophony. The thunderous engine echoes in her ears, momentarily overpowering her intrusive thoughts. Her body tenses, instinctively preparing to shield herself from an unseen threat.
The abrupt interruption jolts Rose back to reality, her mind momentarily freed from the grip of self-destructive impulses. With a conflicted expression, she brings the end of the cigarette to her lips, taking in a long, desperate drag.
But as the smoke fills her lungs, an intense fit of coughing overtakes her, forcing her to double over with each hacking cough. The acrid taste and burning sensation catch her off guard, overwhelming her delicate throat. In a reflexive action, she hastily removes the cigarette from her mouth, gasping for breath.
The cigarette lands on the floor, forgotten and discarded, as Rose struggles to regain her composure. Her chest heaves, and tears well up in her eyes from the forceful coughing fit. She takes several deep breaths, her body trembling with a mixture of exhaustion and relief as she fights to catch her breath.
Just as she begins to recover, her senses still heightened from the coughing episode, she becomes aware of a presence nearby. Instinctively, she turns her gaze towards the source, her eyes narrowing as she tries to discern who has interrupted her moment of vulnerability.
Standing before her is a figure, their features momentarily obscured by the dim lighting of the club. Rose's heart skips a beat, unsure whether this presence will bring solace or further turmoil into her already troubled existence.
"Rose! Get back here!" a man's voice booms, filled with impatience and rudeness, cutting through the tranquil silence outside. Startled, Rose quickly rises from the bench, leaving behind the remnants of the plucked flower petals. She obediently makes her way towards the entrance of the nightclub where she works as a waitress.
Pushing open the heavy door, Rose is instantly engulfed by a wave of sound. The pulsating music reverberates through the air, threatening to shatter her eardrums. The club is alive with a cacophony of voices, laughter, and the rhythmic beats that drown out her thoughts.
Navigating her way through the dimly lit interior, Rose grimly prepares herself for the task at hand. The man's callous command lingers in her mind, a reminder of her role in this chaotic environment. She braces herself for the sight that awaits her—a table soiled with vomit, an unpleasant reminder of the excesses of the night.
Summoning her inner strength, Rose pushes past the distractions and focuses on the task before her. She retrieves cleaning supplies from a nearby station, attempting to block out the noise and the overwhelming energy of the club. With practiced efficiency, she begins to meticulously clean the mess, determined to complete the task with grace and professionalism.
As Rose's shift at the nightclub comes to an end, she joins the queue of fellow employees, patiently waiting for her turn to receive her hard-earned pay. The atmosphere is filled with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation, as each person eagerly clutches onto the hope that their wages will provide some respite in the face of life's challenges.
Finally, it's her turn.
With a mixture of relief and gratitude, Rose accepts her daily pay, clutching the bills tightly in her hand. It may not be much, but it represents her dedication and perseverance in the face of adversity. Leaving the nightclub behind, Rose steps out into the cool night air. The bustling city streets greet her, alive with the sounds of people going about their own lives.
She takes a moment to adjust her pace, allowing herself to savor the freedom that comes with the end of a long shift.
As she walks along the familiar path that leads her home, Rose's gaze shifts upwards, drawn to the vast expanse of the night sky. The twinkling stars, scattered like diamonds against a velvety backdrop, captivate her attention. She marvels at their beauty, finding solace in the silent presence of something greater than herself.
As the first light begins to trickle over the horizon, an otherworldly glow creeps across the landscape, casting long, mysterious shadows that dance upon the earth. The world holds its breath, caught between the fading night and the imminent dawn.
As Rose steps inside the house, a sense of tension fills the air. The presence before her materializes into the figure of her aunt, who stands with an expression that carries a mix of disapproval and impatience. Instinctively, Rose's hand searches the pocket of her hoodie, retrieving the hard-earned dollars she had received moments ago.
Before she can utter a single word, her aunt swiftly snatches the money from her grasp, leaving Rose momentarily stunned. Her attempt to explain herself is abruptly silenced by her aunt's harsh command, commanding her to retreat to her room. A mix of frustration and confusion wells up within Rose as she struggles to comprehend her aunt's reaction.
“Easy! I am giving it to you.”
“Shut up! Go to your room. There is a letter for you.” Resigned to her aunt's curt dismissal, Rose ponders on the cryptic mention of a letter that awaits her. “You got into a school. That’s even worse.” As she makes her way towards her room, her aunt's voice echoes through the house, berating her for receiving news that seems to displease her even more than the money.
Closing the door behind her, Rose seeks solace within the confines of her room. The muffled sound of her aunt's voice fades as the door acts as a barrier against the outside world. Taking a deep breath, Rose attempts to drown out the negativity, focusing on the task at hand—the letter that supposedly holds news for her.
Curiosity mingled with trepidation, Rose approaches the corner of her room where a small desk resides. A single envelope rests there, bearing her name in elegant handwriting. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, she carefully tears open the envelope, revealing the contents within.
As she reads the words on the letter, Rose's eyebrows furrow deeper, her mind racing to comprehend the weight of the news it carries. The words reveal that she has been accepted into a school—a development that seems to evoke an unexpected response from her aunt, one that only deepens the mystery surrounding her aunt's behavior.
“Westmount High!” As Rose reads the name of the school, Westmount High, a wave of emotions washes over her. The combination of excitement and trepidation sends shivers down her spine, causing her to pause and take in the significance of the moment.
Her heart races within her chest, its rhythmic beats resonating loudly in her ears. The realization that this acceptance carries a profound impact on her future fills her with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The weight of the opportunity before her settles heavily on her shoulders, and she can't help but feel a surge of both fear and hope coursing through her veins.
Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail.As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity.A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.As she carefully rearranges the sketches to their original order, a familiar image catches her eye.Clutching the sketch in her hand, she finds hers
In the hushed classroom, a new day dawns as the professor strides in, an aura of authority trailing in his wake. With a decisive tone, he sets the tone for change, a subtle shift that sends ripples through the room. “There is a slight shift in the partners. Not with everyone though…” The announcement of revised pairings hangs in the air, a game of fate orchestrated by the professor's hand."Blaze Falcon will be paired with Alexa Preston," the words slice through the room, met with a flash of satisfaction on Alexa's features, a hint of devious delight dancing in her eyes. Rose, ever the vigilant observer, absorbs the news with a calm demeanor, her thoughts hidden behind a mask of composure.As the professor decrees Rose's new partner to be Dexter, a spark of determination ignites within her. Silently rising from her seat, she crosses the room
After the event in the auditorium, the history professor holds a session that leads to a discussion of a group project. The professor informs the students that they need to work in pairs and that he has already selected the pairs. "Blaze and I will be paired together -" Alexa exclaims excitedly to her group, and they all eagerly anticipate their partnership.However, Rose remains disinterested, her thoughts consumed by Kaden Preston and the strange feelings his presence invokes within her. Though physically present in the class, Rose is mentally unavailable until her name is called out.Saisha notices Rose's distraction and gently shakes her to bring her back to reality.Confused, Rose looks around and her eyes land on the teacher, who informs her that she will be paired with Blaze. "Rose White, you will
“Welcome to Westmount High, everyone. Please settle down!” As the host's voice fills the auditorium, the students' attention wavers, some idly scrolling through their phones while others stifle yawns, their interest waning in the face of the speaker's monologue. Obliged to listen despite their evident boredom, the audience resigns themselves to the proceedings, their focus drifting as the minutes tick by.After a brief interlude, the host announces the impending arrival of the chief guest, a declaration that sends a ripple of anticipation through the room. The atmosphere shifts palpably as a hush descends, the only sound the rhythmic cadence of approaching footsteps. A figure emerges, exuding an aura of authority and charisma, his posture erect, his presence commanding the attention of all in his wake. The room falls into a reverent silence as the man strides forward, his gaze steady and purposeful."Please, welcome… our chief guest… Kaden Preston," the host proclaims, his voice reso
“But, how is the rogue still alive?” The tension in the air is palpable as Alpha Kaden and Felicia engage in a conversation that delves into the darker aspects of their world, the shadow of danger looming over their peaceful existence. Felicia's question about the rogue's fate elicits a momentary grin from Alpha Kaden, a glint of pride in his eyes as he responds with a hint of satisfaction, "Who says he is still alive?"Understanding the implicit message in his words, Felicia nods in silent acknowledgment as Alpha Kaden reveals the grim truth behind the rogue's demise. "I killed him and left his body for his pack to see. This might be a warning for them," his words carry a weight of authority and a hint of menace, a testament to the unforgiving nature of their world.However, their conversation is abruptly interrupted by a persistent knocking at the
Blaze and Dexter, now in their human forms, navigate the dense shadows of the forest, their mission clear: to track down the mysterious brown-skinned wolf that has been wreaking havoc on unsuspecting humans. Blaze Falcon, with a steely determination in his eyes, leads the charge, intent on putting an end to the threat that looms amidst the trees.He is convinced that the wolf Rose encountered does not belong to their pack, hinting at the presence of a rogue or an outsider in their midst.As they venture deeper into the heart of the forest, the canopy of trees casting eerie shadows in the dim light, a misstep causes Dexter to trip over a fallen log, sending him sprawling onto the forest floor with a grunt of discomfort. Blaze, ever the pragmatic one, rolls his eyes at the clumsiness, planting his hands on his hips as he urges Dexter to regain his footing.
In the tense stillness of the forest, Rose's breath catches in her throat as the creature before it reveals itself to be a menacing werewolf. Its massive teeth gleam in the dim light, saliva dripping from its jaws, its predatory gaze fixed upon her with unyielding intensity. The intensity of his growls sends a chill down her spine, her every instinct screaming with primal fear.Frozen in place, Rose is gripped by the certainty that this encounter may be her last. Every hair on her body stands on end as fear courses through her veins, rendering her limbs heavy and unresponsive. She whimpers silently, her eyes averted from the wolf looming before her, her body half-sitting on the forest floor.Their eyes lock in a silent battle of wills, the intensity of the werewolf's gaze bearing down on her with a weight that feels suffocating. At this charged moment, the real
In the midst of the lively dance floor, Rose finds herself swept up in the excitement as Saisha eagerly pulls her towards two boys who have joined them, adding to the pulsating energy of the moment. With a shared sense of playfulness, Rose and Saisha continue to dance, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music as they lean into the boys, their hands exploring their waists and torsos in a flirtatious dance of proximity.As the boys' touch lingers on their bodies, a subtle tension simmers beneath the surface, heightened by the charged atmosphere of the club. Unbeknownst to Rose, Blaze, his gaze sharp and focused, watches the scene unfold with a growing sense of unease. His teeth grit in frustration as he observes Rose's carefree interaction with the boys, his possessive instincts flaring in response to the perceived threat to their connection.Determined to draw Rose's attention away from the boys, Blaze subtly maneuvers through the crowded dance floor, his movements purp
In the darkness of the forest, a pack of wolves prowls, their presence commanding and fierce. Standing tall among them is their alpha, a figure of authority and power. With an air of pride, he raises his head, acknowledging the pack's submission as they bow their wolf heads in reverence.The wolves exude an electric energy, fully immersed in their instinctual nature. It is the night of the wolves, under the radiant full moon, a time when their primal instincts are heightened. The alpha addresses his pack, his voice resounding with unwavering confidence."Tonight, we hunt as one," the alpha declares, his words carrying the weight of their shared purpose. "Should any rogues dare to cross our path, we shall eliminate them without mercy."As the alpha speaks, a transformation unfolds before their eyes. His human facade fades away, replaced by the form of a formidable and majestic wolf. With each leap, his body grows in size and strength. His sharp claws glisten in the moonlight, and his t
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