Alexander and Drake arrived back at their luxurious apartment after a long day at school, their fatigue overshadowed by their cheerful demeanor. They parked their expensive ride in the garage and ascended to their apartment using the elevator.“The city has changed so much, don’t you think, brother?” Alexander remarked, loosening the buttons on his shirt.“More beautiful women, I must say,” Drake replied, sinking into the couch.Alexander raised an eyebrow. “If you’re referring to that silver-haired girl you were talking to earlier, I suggest you look elsewhere.”Drake chuckled. “Why? Is she out of my league?”“Don’t be oblivious to the way she looked at me,” Alexander retorted, pouring himself a drink. “She wouldn’t spare you a glance if she knew who I was. I doubt you stand a chance with her.”Drake sighed. “We’re in the twenty-first century now, Alexander. She’s innocent.”“Nobody is innocent, brother, not even her parents,” Alexander countered, a wry smile playing on his lips. “And
Grace looked visibly irritated, her arms raised in frustration, while Lora mirrored her discontent as they waited outside the club for me. “She’s always making excuses,” Grace vented, her voice tinged with anger. “Come on, Grace, she promised she’d come tonight. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt,” Lora urged, attempting to diffuse the tension. “Like this is the first time she’s stood us up?” Grace retorted, her tone sharp. “She’ll be here tonight, Grace. She gave us her word,” Lora insisted, her voice steady despite the brewing frustration. They had been waiting for me for hours, a scenario not uncommon given my father’s strict rules. They feared I might bail on them once again. “And here she comes,” Lora exclaimed excitedly as she spotted me driving in. Grace’s grin was infectious. “Wow! She actually showed up. Tonight is going to be a blast.” Excitedly, they rushed to my car as I stepped out, clad in a pair of hot shorts, a stylish jacket, and heels, while my friends da
I chuckled, feeling reassured by the support of my friends as they waved at Alexander. Alexander followed my gaze and acknowledged them with a nod. “You do have pretty friends,” he remarked. “And the best of them too,” I added proudly. He laughed. “That’s cool, isn’t it?” “Sure.…” I replied, nodding, though inwardly I was feeling quite nervous. “So, where did you come from?” I asked, eager to learn more about the guy I was crushing on. He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just moved into town. My family lives in the States, and we decided to study here.” “Really? And they let you?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise. “Of course they did,” he replied, rising to his feet and retrieving two drinks from a passing waitress’s tray. “Bills are on me,” he muttered as he handed me a glass of wine. “Thank you,” I murmured, taking the glass and sipping tentatively. “My parents would never allow me to leave town, let alone study in another state,” I remarked with a laugh, marveling at his f
I drove in silence, foregoing my usual habit of playing music, lost in my thoughts. The image of Alexander dancing with Helen lingered in my mind, fueling a newfound determination. “I think I’m ready to play this game,” I mumbled to myself, increasing my speed. Suddenly, a loud impact rocked my car from above, startling me. I yelled in panic, struggling to maintain control of the wheel, but managed to steady myself. With trembling hands, I glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to comprehend what had just happened. “What was that?” I muttered, heart pounding in my chest. Turning around, I was horrified to see a figure standing in the middle of the road. I screamed, slamming on the brakes as my car screeched to a halt before the mysterious figure. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, adrenaline coursing through my veins. As I stepped out of the car, my shock turned to disbelief when I realized it was Susan standing before me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to get yourself killed?
It was early in the morning when Drake entered the apartment, finding the living room cloaked in darkness. “At least he isn’t downstairs to lecture me about my movements,” Drake mused, adjusting his collar. As he approached a door leading to the corridor, the lights suddenly illuminated, causing him to gasp and pivot around. “I’m glad I know my brother so well,” Alexander remarked from his perch on an armchair, holding a glass cup filled with blood. It had always been his preferred method of feeding, deeming it distasteful to sink his fangs into people’s bodies. Drake scoffed as he neared. “You were here all along waiting for me? I’m impressed.” “Where were you all night, Drake?” Alexander inquired, his curiosity piqued. Drake shrugged. “Have you forgotten? I came to Latan to have fun, not to sip blood from a glass cup.” Alexander chortled. “I’m decent enough not to act like an animal, Drake.” Drake laughed, taking a seat opposite him. “Call it whatever you choose, Alex, but wearin
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