Mr Brian is seen with other agents approaching the pack lands. They have guns in their hands and they match towards the entrance. Mr Brian others the men to break down the wall, and they do so by using great technology. The Luna shows a surprised expression as she approaches the men in fear. “Who led them to this place?” she thought.“So this is your secret hideout, Mrs Lazarus”, Mr. Brian said and Mrs. Lazarus gave a blunt expression. “The world will be eager to hear who you are”.“How did you find us?” she asked.“Some things aren’t too hard, is it?” Mr Brian said. He gives a sign to some men and they bring out their cameras and start recording live. “The world already knows who you truly are…and now everyone will be against you”.People all over the country are watching the scene at the pack lands live. The president picks up his phone and calls the vice president. “She is a werewolf?” “I didn’t know they existed” “Her son must be a werewolf too” “Can’t believe the government was w
Long agoA man with his wife and daughter is seen enjoying a good time at the beach. Mr Brian has been a federal agent for ten years now, and he is celebrating it with his family. They all leave the beach and get dressed up for home. Mr Brian opens the front door of his car for his wife to go in. “Will you stop doing that?” Lena, his only daughter said and smiled. “He’s my husband, not yours”, Mrs Brian Jade smiled and she entered the car, while Lena shrugs. “It’s your final year in high school. You’re happy?” Mr Brian asked and looked at his daughter through the front mirror. “Of course, I am dad, who wouldn’t be?” Lena replied and sighed.“Don’t mind your dad. He is too worried these days” Jade said.The family starts to sing.The car suddenly tumbles, and it is now upside down, and part of it is in flames. Mr Brian removes the seat belt and goes straight to his wife’s place. He finds out that her leg is broken and she won’t be able to leave there anytime soon unless the cops arri
“Oh my God, it’s Lisa!” voices rang across the streets as I walked to a nearby restaurant on my own. I am about to go and see my old friend, Jane, who is also a chef. She has excellent cooking skills and has been my close friend from the start. We stopped seeing each other when we were occupied by busy schedules, but we called and talked on the phone once in a while for a few minutes. I decided to go see her today. I enter the restaurant and can’t find her. “Please where is Jane?” I asked Mark, one of her close associates and only companion. Most of the workers in the restaurant hate Jane, only Mark makes her feel better by telling her not to worry. Jane had complained about hating the place and she wanted to leave. The fact that customers commended Jane’s cooking skills made them hate her more. “She left a month ago”, Mark said and I cut in.“How could you let that happen?” I asked as I covered my face with my fingers. “She didn’t even tell me”.“Trust me, Lisa. I begged her not to
Mrs Lazarus goes down on her knees and for the very first time, we see her show her feelings. She stares at Carolina’s body. She holds her tears and clenches her fists, but now, she can’t hold it anymore as tear roll down her cheek. She really loved her. Carolina’s parents died fighting for her long ago. Now, she’s dead. She lost them all. She was the only one whom Mrs Lazarus approved to take over her as the Luna. She rises to her feet and watches as the body is wrapped up and carried away. “We have no idea who did this”, Joseph said while looking around. “The werewolf killed them all”. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s Nicholas”, she said and walks out of the warehouse. “You shouldn’t have done that”, I said to Nicholas while looking through the window in Travis’ house. “I did what I had to”, Nicholas said. “You should have given her a chance!” “A chance?” “Yes!” Nicholas scoffs and says: “I gave her enough chances. She should have stayed with me when she had the chance. That could prove if s
Steering my car toward the huge brown gates, I blast the horn to announce my presence and wait. In the few seconds it takes for the gate to unravel I appraise myself in the rearview mirror and adjust the brown strands that fall over my face from the wind as I drive. As expected it didn't take up to a minute for me to be granted entry and so I let go of the brakes and drove into the vast compound which housed a beautiful house. It's a state-of-the-art storey building structured in an L shape with the floor above comprising only glass. On my first day here I thought it was a show house only to discover later on that it was indeed his residence. Nicholas Damien Lazarus, 32, handsome, tall, attractive, intelligent and stinking rich is an architect who has made a name for himself outside his aristocratic family. The Lazarus were known to be from old money and owned most of the properties here in Los Angeles. I know you must be wondering why I was in the house of such a renowned man, wel
"You just need to dispose of these burnt babies," I utter as I produce the tray from the oven and cough more as the smoke hits differently. With one arm over my nose, I carry the tray to my right, thankful for mittens as I dispose of the cookies in the trash.Thankful that's out of the way I place the tray under running water and bend over the sink to reach the windows. Unlocking the glass, my fingers halt in their task as I spot two cars pulling up in the barrage. "Lord helps me," I blurt as I see Nicholas, his back to me while he stands, legs clad in jeans apart in a powerful stance, wide shoulders stretching the material of a black vest that appears to cling to his muscular form.I stand frozen as I watch the people in the vehicle alight. A strange feeling creeps in as I observe the bodyguards line up beside the cars.Despite the distance I can observe the shift in their demeanour, even Nicholas though I am not able to see his face appears different, with a certain air around him.
Thumb stuck in my lips, I nip at my nail as I pace across the perimeter of my living room in lounge yellow shorts and a black tank top. The coolness of the white tiles meet my feet with each step as my brain strives to process the events of earlier.I just arrived my apartment which is situated on the outskirts of LA half an hour ago and since then I haven't sat down to rest as the thoughts swirl around in my head.The sound of utensils from the kitchen to my right reminds me Josh's presence. My bestfriend had showed up a week ago at my apartment with a bag and when I asked what he was doing his answer was simply that he was bored out of his mind at home.Josh is a cheerful person and fun to hang with however he comes off as a loner as he finds no reason to start up conversations with strangers or make friends, making me his only friend as he was my only friend.We lived together for 3 years before his girlfriend at the time insisted she wanted privacy. It wasn't a big deal for me thu
The car parks at its usual spot and Klein shuts the engine. I lift my view from my phone and we make brief eye contact through the rearview mirror. He nods at me as if in encouragement and lights, closing the door after.In the few seconds I'm alone inside the vehicle, I slide my phone into the clutch that goes with the dress and take hasty but deep breaths. “Okay Lisa, try to be calm.”“Nicholas might just be playing with you,” I tell myself and quickly shake my head at that assumption. “No this doesn't seem like a joke.”“However,” I inhale a long breath as I sight Klein walk to my car door. “You can do this. You've been through worse than this.”My door is pulled ajar and I offer Klein a ready smile as he offers me a hand. I grab it and carefully step down from the car, my heels planting on the concrete flooring.Immediately I step out of the vehicle, the eerie feeling hits me again. Unconciously I drop Klein's palm as I sense someone watching me. He frowns for a second but realiza