One day, Kell is so excited to face the new day. She went to their prayer room and happily shared her thoughts with God. She says, “My God, thank You for this new day that you have given me. I am happy because all my family members are all healthy, I am healthy and gay, and everything seems to be nice. I am here in front of you to offer this whole day with happiness and excitement. When I was a kid, I have dreamed of meeting a priest and I promised You, God remember… I promised you that I will also become one, since I’m a girl, I’m going to be a nun. But I am once again sorry, God because I have met someone who will not make me a nun… and that is my boyfriend, Albert. I know you understand. AMEN.”
Right after, she went to the kitchen and ate her breakfast. She called Albert, and they had a sweet talk just like the usual. Then, Albert promised Kell that he will arrange a formal dinner for Father Harry and her. He knows that it is one of th
Jette's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself suspended between the realms of dreams and reality. The remnants of a nightmare lingered, casting a haunting shadow over her waking moments. As the room slowly materialized around her, the vivid images from the dream began to dissipate like morning mist. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth across Jette's room. The familiar surroundings provided a stark contrast to the unsettling dreamscape she had just inhabited. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath and grappling with the lingering emotions the dream had stirred. The dream had been a chaotic swirl of darkness, with shadows that whispered secrets of hidden fears. Jette tried to shake off the unease that clung to her like a phantom, but the residue of the dream lingered, a ghostly reminder of her subconscious struggles. Throwing back the covers, Jette swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet meeting the cool floor. She
Weeks passed since Jette decided to turn the haunting nightmare into a narrative of empowerment. The pages of her journal filled with words that flowed like a river, carrying away the remnants of fear and uncertainty. Drew, ever-supportive, stood by her side, offering encouragement and sharing in the cathartic journey of transformation. As the days turned into months, the once-daunting shadows of the dream became mere echoes in the background of their lives. Jette and Drew found solace in each other's company, their bond fortified by the shared experience of navigating the intricacies of dreams and emotions. The story Jette wrote evolved into a beautiful tapestry of resilience, depicting a protagonist who faced the shadows head-on and emerged stronger, guided by the unwavering light of love. The narrative became more than a tale; it became a reflection of their shared journey—a testament to the transformative power of facing fears and embracing new beginnings. One sunny afternoon, J
The weight of Drew's decision hung heavy in the air as he grappled with the magnitude of what lay ahead. The illicit project, once a tempting offer now cast in shades of moral ambiguity, loomed over him like a shadow he couldn't shake. The ethical compass that had guided him throughout his career wavered at the crossroads of temptation and consequence. Late at night, Drew sat in the dim glow of their living room, his mind a tumultuous sea of conflicting thoughts. Jette, sensing his inner turmoil, approached him with a quiet concern etched on her face. "Drew, you've been wrestling with this decision for days," Jette began, her voice a gentle inquiry. "What's going on?" Drew looked at her, the flickering uncertainty in his eyes betraying the storm within. "Jette, I've been offered a chance—an opportunity that could redefine our lives. But it comes at a cost. The project is... it's not entirely above board. It's complicated, and I don't know what to do." Jette sat beside him, her pres
Months had passed since Drew made the fateful decision to accept the illegal project. The once-promising venture had transformed his life in ways he had not anticipated, and the toll on his principles and the foundation of his marriage with Jette became painfully evident. The luxurious trappings of wealth surrounded Drew as he found himself in a lavish penthouse, a stark contrast to the modest life he and Jette had once cherished. The rooms echoed with emptiness, mirroring the void left by Jette's absence. Regret gnawed at Drew's conscience like a relentless force, and the echoes of his compromised principles reverberated through the opulent surroundings. The wealth he had amassed seemed hollow, a haunting reminder of the sacrifices made for a mirage of success. One evening, as the city lights shimmered in the distance, Drew sank into a plush chair, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on his shoulders. The walls seemed to close in, and the silence of the extravagant penthouse
Confusion gripped Drew's mind as he left Mr. Thornton's office. The words uttered by his boss lingered, casting a veil of uncertainty over the tumultuous thoughts racing within him. As he navigated the familiar corridors, Drew couldn't shake the revelation that Jette had played a role in swaying Mr. Thornton's decision. The puzzle pieces of their fractured relationship seemed to rearrange themselves in his mind. Jette, despite the distance and the wounds inflicted, had advocated for Drew's exclusion from the darker aspects of the project. The revelation struck him with a mixture of gratitude and bewilderment. The love they had once shared, though strained, seemed to manifest in this unexpected plea. The weight of the truth settled upon Drew, and he found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. Jette's actions hinted at a flicker of hope—a testament that, amidst the shadows, the embers of their shared history still glowed. The city lights outside blurred as Drew contemplated th
As Jette and Drew delved deeper into the old journal, an inexplicable shiver traced its way down Jette's spine. Her fingers grazed the worn cover, and a sudden recognition sparked within her—a distant memory that stirred unease. "Drew, do you remember this book?" Jette asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Drew examined the cover, furrowing his brow in concentration. "It looks familiar, but I can't place where we got it." Jette's gaze fixated on the intricate design—a subtle pattern etched onto the worn leather. It wasn't the content of the journal that unsettled her; it was the uncanny resemblance of the cover to the haunting images from her recurring nightmare—the Book of Curse. In her dreams, the book was a harbinger of ominous events, its pages unfolding a narrative of darkness that seemed to cast a shadow over their lives. The revelation of the old journal mirroring the imagery of her nightmares sent a ripple of disquiet through Jette's thoughts
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the ancient woods. As Jette ran, the primal energies within her surged, responding to the untamed call of her Wolfblood heritage. With each stride, a transformation unfolded—a metamorphosis guided by the echoes of the ancient pact that coursed through her veins. Drew, breathless and entranced, followed Jette's trail into the moonlit depths of the forest. The shadows whispered tales of mysteries and magic, and the rhythmic pounding of his heart echoed the urgency of the chase. In a moonlit clearing, the transformation reached its zenith. Jette, surrounded by the ancient energies, underwent a profound change. Her form shifted, fur sprouting like a cascade of snowflakes, her limbs elongating into the sleek contours of a white wolf. The air shimmered with magic as the transformation completed, leaving behind the majestic creature that now stood in the moonlit glade. Drew, emerging from the shadows, beheld the white wolf
The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the walls as Jette explored the confines of Magdalene's house. Though it seemed quaint and inviting, a subtle undercurrent of mystery lingered in the air. Jette's curiosity intensified, leading her to scrutinize every nook and cranny for hidden secrets.As she traced her fingers along the textured wallpaper, Jette noticed an unusual pattern—a slight protrusion near the edge of the room. Intrigued, she pressed against the wall, and to her surprise, it yielded, revealing a concealed door. The hinges creaked as she cautiously pushed it open, revealing a narrow passageway leading to an unknown destination.Stepping into the dimly lit corridor, Jette discovered a secret room bathed in an ethereal blue glow. Ancient symbols adorned the walls, and an array of peculiar objects, from mystical crystals to weathered tomes, filled the space. It felt like stepping into a realm untouched by time, a sanctuary within a sanctuary.In the center of the room