CHARLOTTE"So, you’re a thousand percent certain he's not gay?" I asked, applying the mascara to my eye.Today was D-day, and I was getting ready for tonight. Madeline was helping too, though. She sat on the bed, helping me arrange the corset dress I was going to wear.She shrugged, the action seen through the mirror, as I did my make-up. "I wouldn't say they are." We were talking about Reigh and Vance. “I just think the both of them are highly sexual people.” She glanced at me from under her lashes, “Something you’re sure to know better than I do, if you ever give in to any of them.”I glared at her reflection, “I will never, ever, be giving into my bond with your brothers.” And although we had this conversation before, I was still trying to be certain. “I’m just lost on how that’s possible. How can you only be attracted to one guy? That doesn’t make any sense. You’re not gay, but there’s a guy you’re attracted to enough to have sex with?”“Charlotte.” Madeline cautioned. “You’re not
CHARLOTTEStanding in the corner with a glass of champagne in my hand, my eyes wandered around the huge hall with splendid decor.Classic music was being played, bringing the whole scene to another level.The party was lavish, one meant to be enjoyed by the rich and snotty brats and their families alike. But to me, it was boring. I sighed, looking up at the huge chandelier hanging above.Lupin Prep was the most prestigious college in the entire realm. Why on earth would they need to be part of a connective party for exposure and raising funds?I closed my eyes, trying my best to ignore the intimidating presence beside me. Caeson stood fixed to my side, with a tumbler of whiskey fixed to his hand.He clutched the glass between tight fingers, and every other minute, he was tossing his head back with a large swallow.Since we showed up at the party an hour ago, he bee lined to the bar and hasn’t had his hand empty ever since. And neither, has he spoken a single word to me.I didn't peg Ca
CHARLOTTE"And you know, they started selling last week! Can you imagine that? All of this is such a buzz kill." Mads pouted.I shook my head as she rambled on and on about the sale going on in the human realm, one she obviously couldn't attend.One. Her father, who had eyes and ears all around the realm, would never let her.Two. It was dangerous.“There is a new edition of that Balenciaga hoodie I wore last time. I wanted to get my hands on it.” Her shoulders slouched. “Why do they have to get all the good stuff like months before we do? By the time they’re imported here, we’d only be getting the scraps no one wants!”I laughed, “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works, Mads.”"You know, I bet Macy's is going to be packed with people." She added, facing forward, “If I could just hop in one of those white vans and beeline for those stores, I totally would. And no one would even notice.”“Notice you?”“Notice that I’m a werewolf.” She supplied.I didn’t respond, but I highly doubted t
CHARLOTTEI watched as Taide walked into the room, my heart pounding with every step he took.I got to my feet in a second, my heart thumping. "How did you get my number?" I asked, my voice dripping in spite.The auditorium was silent, causing my voice to echo loud enough for him to hear the venom it held. His eyes narrowed as the approached me."Calm down Charlotte. I’m not here for a fight." He shoved his hands in his pockets, "I just wanna talk."“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want.” I bit, “I’m leaving.”Taide pressed his lips together, his face calm despite how pissed off I was. He sighed, running a hand over his fresh cut, "I’m really not here to cause trouble. I wanna ask about my brother."I steeled my expression, trying my best to put up that mental wall. Which brother? And why would he be asking me about any of his brothers?Taide began, "You met with my brother recently, what did you guys talk about?"How did he know that?I tried not to let my surprise show. If Caeson
CHARLOTTERunning my tongue over my dry lips, I stretched my hand to get the glass of water for my parched throat, gulping the liquid, while keeping my eyes on the book in front of me. I dropped the glass, my eyes moving to the last line on the page before I flipped it open."Char, look at my nails!" Madeline chirped from the bed, and I turned to glance at the work she had done on her toes.Today we didn't have classes, but I chose to use my time studying while Madeline opted to get a DIY manicure.“Pretty,” I drawled, observing her handiwork.Her nails were painted purple, with a touch of dark and sparkly glitter. Madeline wiggled her toes, “If you like, I can do yours?"I let out a laugh, turning the chair to face my books. "Maybe later."From the corner of my eyes, I saw her shrug, before going back to admire her nails. She hummed into the silence, admiring her artwork, while I spun a pen between my fingertips, contemplating dropping math."Madeline Soloh!" A hearty male voice boom
CHARLOTTE Holy shit!” Madeline voiced the thought that’d just flashed through my mind a moment ago. Now, it seemed like too small of an expression in light of the chaos that broke out around us. People pointed and gasped at the burning building, smoke filled the air and debris made it almost impossible to move around. Not that we’d be able to, after all, there were still two people holding us in place. “Don’t get too close to the fire ladies,” Ethaniel said with a burst of laughter, his voice was too calm for someone who just watched a building explode a few minutes ago. Tristan joined in the laughter, they both released us and quickly left with smug looks on their faces. Madeline and I watched them dash through the crowd and disappear, we shared a look of confusion. “What the hell-?” I said when the two were finally out of sight. “Do you think…?” Madeline started, she didn’t complete her sentence but I knew what she was asking. Did they have something to do with this?
CHARLOTTEI shuffled out of the library with my hands aching from all the books I was holding.If I was going to keep that damn scholarship, then I couldn’t let the tragedy of the fire stop me from studying. A parole officer had told us we could go see what was salvageable by the weekend, but until then, I had nothing to keep me afloat.I thought of the long walk to the dorms as I stepped onto the road. My gaze caught the black Range Rover parked on the side of the road, right opposite the library. My eyes narrowed; I knew I’d seen that car somewhere before. As soon as I stepped onto the road, the headlights flashed. The engine started running, and the vehicle began to move slowly toward me.There was no way I could outrun a car. But damn it if I didn’t try.What the hell was happening to my life?As soon as I looked away from the vehicle with the intention of quickening my pace, the engine purred more dauntingly. Before I could react, the Jeep cut in front of me so quickly that I had
CHARLOTTE“Why are you even agreeing to this anyway?” Madeline asked, stepping over what seemed to be the charred remains of our bed.A few feet away, the sounds of other girls rummaging through the wreckage of their rooms could be heard.The dean finally gave us the all clear to return to the left wing and see if we could salvage anything from the wreckage before moving to our new accommodations. For the other girls, that meant the accommodations that was being prepared for them by the school and for us, it meant moving over to the triplets’ house.And though Madeline been excited to hear I was coming with her at first, her excitement quickly turned into suspicion and she’d spent the last few minutes questioning me about my decision to actually move in here.“Why not?” I muttered as I wiped the ash of what was left of my study table. So far, only Madeline has been able to save any of her belongings, a few clothes and books. “It’s better than being jammed into a room with thirty othe