Masuk~SHEILA~“Marry me…please.” Alexandro's imploring eyes gazed into mind. Something about this did not feel right. It felt calculated, conniving, like something that only him can benefit from.I tried to move away from him but that was impossible because I was already backed up against the wall. His imposing figure loomed in front of me, his manly scent eroded my senses… not enough for me to lose my brain though.I leaned in towards him, traced my finger down the opening on the chest area of this shirt. I looked up in his eyes teasingly as I traced my finger down. He did nothing at first. Of course he would do nothing. He has to prove that he is in control.I pushed my luck a little bit more. I leaned up towards him, our lips were just a little inch apart. He did not move. I leaned in more. As expected, he pushed me away. As expected, he is still hung up on his mate in the other room.His rejection stung but it also answered my question: he is not doing this because he has just suddenly
~HAZEL~It is a known secret that only Kylin can control the mean bully Stephanie. He sees her a certain way. He knows her as a lady of class and etiquette so it makes sense that she keeps this persona going especially if she wants to one day be his queen.If she wants to one day ascend the throne after the immaculate queen Anneliese. If she wants to be the queen of the fairies then Stephanie would have to act in that way.When she (Stephanie) saw prince Kylin coming from the distance, she did the thing she always does: make herself the victim. Her minions were very familiar with the roles they had to play. They all rushed to herself as if comforting her. She had dirt and smudge on her dress and face so her story was easily believable. Despite the beating, I did not sustain any bruise. Werewolves don't bruise easy, especially those of us from the Lycan Alpha's bloodline.We are different from Fairies in that respect. They are like flowers…delicate, easily broken. No wonder it was e
~HAZEL~The first red flag came when I got down from the car and looked up towards the sky. It was a little past midnight at this time. The dark blue sky had gathered round the Crescent moon.I had somehow been able to convince one of our diver, the new one Malcom, to drive me here. I first of all felt guilty for this. He is new so of course he does not know how strict my father is on the rules. Of course he has not seen a full grown man cry profusely after being beaten by my father's guards for letting me out of his sight for one second.I felt bad for him at first but reconciling with the fact that he brought this upon himself. After coming to terms with the fact that he was most likely told the rules and he chose to ignore it, I relaxed.He is a grown man. He should know better than indulging a little girl against her protective father's wish.“Thank you,” I said when I got down from the car. The guilt came back. He would probably be fired by my father for this singular act. What
~HAZEL~It started out slowly: the climbing euphoria, the increasing ecstasy, the stupid joy that was just there for a real reason, only stupid reasons.Nothing seemed as crazy and as deep as they had once been. Nothing seemed as sad as they were earlier. They was a high dose of utter levity tied to every single thing. Even the table in my room was funny in a way that I could not explain. In a way that only I could understand.I moved from my dressing area to my bed. I laid on the bed with my eyes cast up to the ceiling and a silly smile on my face.Why does the ceiling look that way? All white and straight and all. How would it look of it was slashed with pink snd white and black and blue paint.You know what? I actually want to redecorate. No, that sentence is wrong. I don't WANT to, not necessarily, I NEED to. This place looks so ugly all of a sudden! How the hell was I able to survive living here without hanging myself.I sprang up to my feet wit much more strength that I knew I w
~Sheila~ I stood in front of the wall. The vein at the side of my neck twitched. The nerves coursed through my veins causing goosebumps to slowly form on my arm even though the weather is not at all cold. I breathed in and then exhaled sharply. I can do this, I say to myself even though the words of the intended spell eluded me. I was taken back to coven primaries when I was the only witch that did not belong. The only witch that should have not been there. The only witch without an esteemed perdegree to give her a seat on the table. Unlike the other girls at the Coven primary school, I was the only witch whose parents was not congress members. Other girls had their mother's on the high seats. The remaining six girls had known each other since they were all in diapers, walking through the hollowed high gardens with their elder moms. I was the only different one, again all this was the fault of my head strong mother the infamous Allison Lyra Monroe. Although feared, my mother w
~SHEILA~The look of utter shock on my face could not be masked regardless of how hard I tried. The girl is now full on crying, stuttering even. I do my best not too roll my eyes. This is important. This friendship, no, alliance is necessary.Regardless of how much I hate Sheila’s daughter, I cannot help but realize just how important this…friendship with her is. If I have to play the role of the doting mother to get back into Alexandro's heart then so be it. If I have to pretend to love this pathetic child to get my sisters back then so be it.“Oh child,” I said as I wiped the tears away from her face while resisting the rising urge to cringe.“You should not have to carry a secret like that on your own,” I added, doing my best to muster up the acting prowess to cry on impulse.“I failed you. I have not been the mother you deserve,” I said, crying like any Oscar winning performer in the death scene of a horror movie.“No, don't say that,” she cried also. Oh how much I hate silly so







