Masuk~KIARA~“We don't have much time. We need to start going now,” she said and resumed packing the stuffs into the shabby looking bag.Not my mother. Not my mother? What does that even mean? She's obviously lying. I've seen all mom's pregnancy pictures. I watched her birthing video. We have camera footage of me when I was a kid, every year until nine is accounted for.She's obviously lying but yet again mom is dead so what so I do?! What can I do? This woman is obviously crazy. For starters, she thinks my own mom is not my mom, that's the first sign of craziness.I should believe this: the woman is crazy. My mom is my mom, she just got a bit wrapped up in her own mind and tried to kill me. This seemed like the only rational explanation but I could not shake up the feeling that she was right. That my own mom is not really my mom. That did not even make any sense but I could not shake off the feeling that it might be true.“Tell me everything,” I said, bitting the inner corner of my mouth
~HAZEL~“Don't come near me!” I wagged a stick around like it was going to save me. Like it would keep this hungry looking Zombie thingies away from me.I moved closer to the gate like as if I wasn't already hugging it for dear life.“I said don't come near me!” I yelled still wagging the stick. Needless to say, they did not listen. They were foaming in their mouths, drooling, walked with their hands and feet to the ground and their backs to the sky.They were crawling (in a really weird way) towards me. They looked like something unholy. Their eyes were totally with. Just cornea, no iris or pupil. Their skin was pale and ashy like they hadn't seen sunlight in decades.“Blood! Blood! Blood!” Was all they yelled as they pulled closer to me looking hungry for something. Blood?“Blood! Blood! Blood!” Things…teeth long and spiky protruded as they stood erect.“Blood!” They chanted. As they rushed towards me. I closed my eyes. There was no more escape. Tears fell from my closed eyes. I whi
_…_“We have everything we need to take him down, what else are we waiting for?”“Be patient.”“I have been patient! I am done being patient! He has her! He has had my mate for years and I did nothing about it! I am done being patient Lancy!”“It's Alpha Dario we are talking about! The bastard does not burn in flames. The bastard is not pierced by shards. Not even an elder wood stake can kill him.”“The bastard is pretty much immoral. We have to find the one thing that can kill him. We cannot show up empty handed Alexandro or we would be kill and Valencia will never be yours.”“Well! Find the damn witch then!”“We are doing the best we can my lord.”“Do better! I cannot wait much longer. I fear I might melt without her.”“Without Valencia. Away from my daughter, Kiara, I am nothing but a chaff flailing in the wind. Please find the witch. Please.”“I'll do everything I can Alexandro, I promise.”~KIARA~We walked in. It was quiet, it is always quiet. It always goes the same way. Mom te
~HAZEL~Ashford reached for me. I was scared that he would shove me against the wall or something. I was scared that he would hurt me but instead he pulled me out of the room.His hand pressed hard against my wrist giving no room for escape.“Let me go!” I yelled. Whatever he wants to do. Whatever this is, I have a very bad feeling about it.He ignored me completely. This was different from the usual detached Ashford. This was more scary, more stone cold.He opened the door of the car and tossed me in. At this point, I really started to cry. I bawled my eyes out.“Shut up!” Ashford yelled like my screams were piercing him. I hated him more than ever at that moment. I am the one who is going to go through whatever he is planning to put me through! I am the one who was abandoned by her father like nothing more than trash! I am the one that should be pissed not him!“Shut up? Shut up?” I yelled, crying.“Would that make killing me easier for you? If I shut up would it be easier to placat
~kiara~“Let's go,” mom said to me right after making a deal with the man to leave in peace as long as he promises to keep the news about Zander being alive to himself. My mind tells me she has no intention of keeping her end of that bargain. She just knows that we're outnumbered (especially with Michael dead) and being friendly with the strange house owner is the only way to keep our heads on our necks. Keep her head on her neck since we've established that she could care less about me.I walked slowly behind, contemplating what to do. With Michael dead, my plans of escaping is gone. Mom kicked Michael's hand out of the way as she walked. I walked through the path around him, staring at his ghostly face. It seemed very unimaginable that someone who I had been talking to very recently would be dead. Just like that.His face and body was all crinkled up like a thousand years old corpse. He is a warlock. A dead warlock who should have been dead years ago if Amelia had not risen him up
~ASHFORD~I could smell one werewolf…a werewolf with tainted blood but still a werewolf regardless but it was obvious that there were at least three people in the house. It was obvious from the tracks in the mud which the three fools did not even bother to cover.You see, when that brut Dario had ordered me to kill his own son (who I'm not sure is actually his because of how badly he treats the boy) I couldn't. Just like I couldn't actually push the bullet right into the fairy boy's chest.I decided to keep them in one of my buildings. I own a couple of them. Both big and small. I only chose to live in that tiny dingy apartment to teach the bratty Princess a thing or two about lack and poverty.If I am to go into that marriage of convenience with her, I need to know that she can help if things actually ever gets that bad. I am marrying her for the status her royal blood will give me. I have no intention of making her my wife in truth, just in name. She's to be my partner eventually s
-ZANDER -Oh fuck! She heard! What if she saw me? What if she knows that I was there?What would I do if she finds out that I know more than I should?I do my best to stay invisible. My presence causes a lot of disruption. I have known from young age that I am not wanted so I learnt from a young
SHEILA “My lady! This looks so beautiful on you! It matches your eyes,” she said, staring up at me with that glint in her eyes. The same shy glint that stays in her eyes as she stares at my naked body as I get out of my night gown. I mostly pretend not to notice the glint because even though sh
SHEILA Kiara stood in the doorway, mouth opened wide in shock, skin white like she had just seen a ghost…or she had witnessed something out of the ordinary. She tried to say something but stuttering and then gave up as her eyes welled up in tears.“Y…y…you,” she said. I stood there, Camryn stood
SHEILA Sometimes I wish she wasn't born, sometimes? I mean every time. She is not even my kid, well technically she is but technically she isn't. She is like a bug that I cannot get rid of, like a bug that latches on regardless of anything.Kiara is the devil's spawn, the daughter of my arch nemes







