Goodnight Katelyn

♡PROLOGUE♡ My mother has constantly told me not to trust men and to be cautious when they are near me because you never know what they hide behind those lovely smiles they offer every woman. My mother's remarks that men are all ravenous wolves pretending to be good-hearted sheep have been instilled in me from an early age. She stated that men would only be good at the beginning. That they will only show you their positive aspects at first, that they will give you everything you want, show you everything you want to see, say you the words you want to hear, and make you feel special with their love—but only until they have your whole trust and heart. Everything guys do or say is a ploy to get a woman to say yes. And it is only when you ultimately enter a relationship with a man that you will begin to notice and see the truth behind those lovely words, chocolates and flowers, and fleeting pleasures. You will witness a wolf disguised as a sheep, waiting for the ideal chance to bit

KATELYN's POV♡♡♡Seeing my students enjoying my lesson brings so much joy to my heart, and I feel happier since I teach them the thing I love the most: arts.It is already my second class this morning, and since today is their first day this semester, I started the class with a simple activity: making their own name cards. And so I will also be able to familiarize their names more efficiently since they will wear those name cards after finishing it. In addition, doing this activity is fun for the students, which helps me leave a positive and fun impression on my students.After some time, the bell finally rang, signifying the class's end. It also means it is already time for the student's recess and the teacher's break time."Okay, class, times up! You can bring your name cards to your house and finish them as homework. But make sure that you all have your name cards by tomorrow, alright?" I said to my students.I cleaned my table before stepping out of the classroom. Then, I saw Aim

KATELYN's POV ♡♡♡ I placed my cell phone on top of the vanity table, looked at myself in the mirror, and applied toner, followed by serum and cream. I lightly tapped my cheeks and removed the towel wrapped around my hair. While blow-drying my hair, I couldn't help but think about what happened to me earlier. I didn't know if it was a coincidence or something strange was happening to me. I was also nervous that I might be getting paranoid about everything, or maybe I inherited my mother's illness. "No, Katelyn, you've already had yourself checked, remember? You're perfectly fine, and stay positive," I said to my reflection in the mirror. I couldn't help but fear the events that happened to my mom before. Ever since her behavior changed, she became even more strict with me, forbidding me from getting close to any man. She kept a close watch on me at night and frequently warned me never to be involved with any man. Her paranoia worsened when I reached adolescence. Sometimes, she w

KATELYN'S POV ♡♡♡ I couldn't believe what I did last night; almost every detail of the party came rushing back to my memory now, especially that moment when our lips almost touched. "What are you doing to yourself, Katelyn?" I asked, my reflection in the mirror. I had just woken up, and the scent of alcohol lingered on my clothes and my breath. I wore the same clothes, so I knew nothing else had happened between us last night except for that close kiss. I took a deep breath, filled my lungs with air, and exhaled as I splashed cold water on my face to wake myself up and start a new day. I decided to go to work early to avoid running into anyone from the high school department. So, I got ready and left home early. When I arrived at school, I quickly headed to our office, relieved that I didn't bump into Gadreel because I wasn't ready to face him yet. "Good morning," Aimee greeted everyone, but I couldn't muster the enthusiasm to return her cheerful greeting. I just kept my head dow

KATELYN'S POV ♡♡♡ "Hey, why the long face?" I glanced at Aimee, who had just finished teaching her second class. We were the only ones in the faculty room, and both recently returned from our respective duties. "I have a problem," I replied as she unpacked her belongings onto the desk. She sat down beside me and whispered, "What is it?" "Don't laugh at me," I warned her, and she nodded, pretending to zip her lips shut. Aimee was my close friend. We had been classmates since high school and even pursued the same course at university. We were inseparable, even in our professional lives. It was only her boyfriend, Charles, who kept us apart. "Are you sure? If you laugh, I'll pinch you," I said, and she moved closer, leaning in to listen. "I promise I won't laugh," she assured me. I took a deep breath and confided in her. "I feel like my body is craving sex. I've been having wet dreams lately," I shared, and her face clearly showed her surprise at my revelation. However, as promis