Grace inquired, “What did you say to them?” “Nothing harmful,” I answered, smiling confidently. Lora was taken aback when she saw Alexander and Anne heading to our table. “Please, sit here,” I offered, motioning for Alexander to sit beside me while I positioned myself between them. “Oh my God! She’s so mean,” Grace muttered under her breath. “Enjoy your lunch, Anne,” I said, nudging her playfully. It was evident that Anne was pretty upset, but I didn’t care. What did she expect? That I would allow her to continue her antics with Alexander at my table? No way! “Hello, ladies and gent,” Drake greeted as he arrived at our table with his lunch. “Can I join you?” “Sure, you can, Drake,” I replied, stealing a glance at Alexander, who had buried his head in his food. Drake sat down, muttering to himself, “This is going to be fun.” We ate in silence, staring at each other, while other students couldn’t help but steal glances at us. Drake cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So,
I entered the science laboratory and found the black witches of Latan City seated on chairs arranged in a round table. With a smirk, I approached them, raising my hands dramatically. “All hail the black witches. I thought you’d never call.” Geraldine scoffed. “It’s hard to believe that you’re actually Catherine’s daughter.” “It’s also hard to believe that you’re witches. How many more teachers in this school are witches?” I quipped, raising an eyebrow. “Yvonne.…” Susan cautioned, but Lucy intervened. “Let her speak, Susan.” I smiled appreciatively. “Thank you, but I can’t help but wonder, how many students have been bewitched so far?” Martha gasped in shock, but I silenced her with a sharp glare. “They aren’t complaining, Martha. It was just a question, so shut it!” I ordered. Lucy walked up to me and grabbed my hair, causing me to cry out in pain. As quickly as she had grabbed me, she released her hold, wearing a sinister smile. I glared at her, seething with anger. “What was t
“Geraldine, you were too harsh on her,” Lucy admonished, her tone tinged with concern. “I don’t care. Since when did we become friends with wolves? Don’t forget that they are our enemies,” Geraldine retorted, her anger palpable. Martha sighed heavily. “So we should just sit with our fingers crossed and wait for the day Father Bosco finally kills us all?” Geraldine chuckled bitterly. “You don’t dare question my decisions. Did you hear what she asked for? What on earth made her think we would ever tamper with nature?” Helen interjected, her voice hesitant. “But we’re witches, and she believes we can do anything. This shouldn’t be a big deal.” Geraldine’s resolve remained firm. “Not this time. We won’t do it.” Lucy folded her arms, her expression grave. “So how do you plan on taking down Father Bosco? I don’t want any more witches to die.” Geraldine lifted her chin defiantly. “I’ll handle it myself. I have a plan, and I hope it works.” Lucy’s concern deepened. “You hope? Did you h
Catherine entered her bedroom and found her husband in the midst of dressing up. “Everything is ready; everyone is downstairs,” she informed, standing behind him with a faint smile on her lips. Arthur turned around, offering a smile. “I’m so proud of you, Catherine. You always manage to make everything perfect.” Catherine returned the smile. “Thank you… it’s my duty as your mate and mother to our daughter to ensure perfection tonight.” As she turned to leave, she added, “I’ll go make sure the food and drinks are ready to be served. I am sure our arriving guests would be longing to greet us.” Arthur nodded approvingly. “That’s very good. What about Yvonne?” He asked looking concerned. Catherine hesitated, sounding a little nervous. “Well… she’s getting ready,” she answered, still facing away from him. From her tone, Arthur suspected that something was wrong. He walked around and stood in front of her, peering at her face. “What’s going on?” She shrugged. “Nothing, Arthur. Yvonne
"How on earth am I supposed to merge marriage and school?" I thought burying my head in my books.This all was beginning to sound like an impossible mission to me.I raised my head from my books and continued writing nonstop looking determined to finish the assignment, I was so scared of dozing off.A lot of times I had tried writing my assignment late at night only to find my head buried in my books the next morning with the assignment incomplete.Most times I continue writing once I wake up in the morning, other times when I wakeup late, I just abandon the books, dash into the bathroom, have a quick bath then I'm off to school, I end up trying to write it in school.You wouldn't blame me, if you were in my shoes you would understand exactly what I was going through.I continued writing making my hands move as fast as I could.Grace and Lora have observed how un steady I have been with my assignments and I didn't want to give them more reasons to
As the party drew to a close and everyone dispersed to their respective homes, I trudged upstairs to my room. With heavy steps, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto my bed, succumbing to tears that flowed freely.Staring at the engagement ring adorning my finger, I felt a surge of despair. With a trembling hand, I removed it and flung it into a nearby drawer. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing my friends and classmates with such a symbol of entrapment on my finger.Standing by the window, I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself and wipe away the tears threatening to spill. The weight of my parents’ expectations bore down on me heavily, knowing that their desires for me would only lead to a lifetime of misery.The door creaked open, and my father entered the room. I turned to face him, my heart sinking at the sight of him.“Father…” I whispered, unable to hide my anguish.He smiled warmly, a rare expression on his face. “You did exceptionally well tonight, daughter. I
Standing at the doorway, I hesitated for a moment before entering the room and closing the door behind me. I didn’t want any other wolves to stumble upon the scene, knowing it would raise alarms if my mother was caught using magic on my father.“What happened to him, Mother?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear. Despite my complicated feelings toward my father, I couldn’t bear the thought of any harm befalling him.My mother let out a sigh. “Just help me get him onto the bed.”My heart pounded in my chest as I asked the question that plagued my mind. “Is he dead?”My mother’s eyes widened at the question. “No, he’s not, Yvonne. He’s just asleep.”I scrutinized my father’s still form, uncertain if my mother’s assurance was genuine. “Are you sure, Mother? He looks so… rigid.”“Don’t be a baby, Yvonne,” she chided gently, her tone betraying a hint of impatience. “Help me get him onto the bed before anyone else comes in here.”Nodding silently, I approached my father’s side, and together
He got to his room and lay straight on the bed meditating on the boredom that had enveloped his day.The thought of Yvonne's beautiful eyes staring at his face when he caught her from falling made him laugh "she's really cute, I can't deny that I actually blushed, but that's not why I'm here."His phone started ringing.He sat up at once reaching into his pocket as he picked the call."Hello Anne" He greeted."Hey.. What happened today at school Alexander? I heard some dude lied about you all" she said sounding upset.He shrugged "well no one said he was lying against us, at least half of the students in Latan university testified against us.""What? Why did they do that?" Anne asked."I guess Larry and his friends have them under their sleeves" he answered putting the phone on loud speaker as he started pulling off his shirt."Gush! I'm really so sorry about that" she said in a sweet tone.Alexander smiled "you don't need to apologi