The tears began welling up in my eyes again as memories of Ava and I resurfaced. Although, it was merely a week that I had known her but that week was one of the best weeks of my life, if not the best. I remembered how happy both she and I were when we had visited the park and had rented two hairy small dogs. We had worn identical clothes which were more exposing than the clothes I wore normally. In other words, the clothes we had worn were perfectly normal and were not revealing in any terms, as the clothes I wore normally were usually covered from my neck to my toes and most of the times, from my head to my toes, as I usually wore long scarfs which covered my whole hair and most of my face, except my eyes.
I chuckled when I remembered how I had usually asked Maribel why everyone thought we were crazy weirdos.
We were indeed crazy weirdos. Most of my days in highschool, I went to school with fli
I opened my eyes to see who my savior was and took in a sigh of relieve as I saw Dylan. His eyes glowed red and his fury was very visible. Ava took a step towards me and grabbed me by my neck. She dragged me towards her and held the axe closer to my neck. "If you move an inch closer..." She said. He stopped and glared at Ava. "How can you treat yourself like this?" She frowned."I don't get you." "I honestly thought you had something in you, but with your stupid actions and unnecessary jealousy, you've proven to be nothing but a spoilt brat whose bad bloodline and wealth has corrupted your mind." "You know nothing about me, Dylan." I held myself together as I watched the whole drama unfold, praying earnestly in my mind that Dylan
The first thing I saw when I woke up was the beautiful tweeter bird I had seen the last time I had been in the pack house.It wasn't outside like it had been before but rather it was in a golden cage which was placed beside me.I sat up and groaned as the pain in my belly and back was still excruciating but I still managed to sit up.On the cage was a small letter which on it was a wildflower.I picked it up and read its content.Hello Sleepyhead, I hope yo
I walked out of the room with my bird on my shoulder. I found myself in a long passage decorated with black shiny sculptures of wolves, knights and swords and pictures of the moon, halfman-half wolf, packs of wolves and several things my brain couldn't understand. At the end of the passage was a double mahogany door with a golden knob. As I arrived at the door, I looked back and noticed that the room I had stayed was the only room in the passage. I held the door knob and twisted it slowly as I admired the beautiful door. The door was heavy and thick, probably six to seven inches but inspite it's thickness, it was incredibly easy to open. As the large doors opened, chattering of several human beings became audible and it became obvious to me that the door was noise proof. Immediately I stepped out, the whole chattering stopped and everywhere became awkwardly silent. By my right and left were long curly stairs which led downstairs. At my front were large chandeliers which tempted me t
"Dead." I mumbled in shock. "Yes...and all he wanted was to see you." Her voice faded as tears began falling from her eyes. She stared at her watch."He...died twenty minutes ago, but I had arrived here an hour before and he had told me to search for you, that's all he cared about...you." Guilty. I felt really Guilty. Although, I didn't cry but I felt very bad. Jordan had been very nice to me the first time we met and had treated me like his daughter. Apart from his niceness, he was the only person who knew about my father. I had lost the opportunity to know basic things about my Dad all because of my clumsiness.
Both I and Checkmate, hurried to the Pack house with Cicily and my bird, flying above us.The night was cold and chilly but I still felt hot as hell. My mind was working faster than it should with thoughts ransacking my brain.The young boy seemed frightened and worried for some reasons I was unaware of which made me wonder what Ava had done to the pack.The paved way through the gardens seemed longer and farther to the house than it had been when I had first passed it, probably because I was having fun then and now I was in the most confused state I had ever been.&nb
The door to Dylan's room creaked open as I pushed it gently. He was sitting down on his bed with a bottle of Vodka in his hand. He didn't notice my presence until I was standing right in front of him. He raised his eyes from the floor and stared at me. I expected him to have cried as he had lost his father, which made him an orphan now. Although, he looked pale and sad, his eyes were crystal clear and not even a single tear was sighted. He looked away from me and back to the floor with his vodka dancing in his hands. "What are you doing here?" He asked. I ignored the question and I sat beside him. He didn't move nor say anything, his eyes were fixed on the floor like there was something important on the floor. I cleared my throat as I began to talk but I stopped midway as I realized that I had nothing to say. I didn't know how to console anyone but myself and i was sure that any word i say would sound stupid to him. Awkward silence existed in the room as the only sound he
A week had passed since I had come to the pack house and yet I hadn't read the letters. I tried several times but I couldn't bring myself to read them, simply because I was somehow scared of it's contents. The first one was from my father while the second was from.my mother. It was a bright Monday morning and I was still slumped.on my bed with the envelope beside me. Dylan walked in slowly and woke up with a kiss to my lips which jerked me out of my sleep. "Prince Charming kisses the sleeping beauty and she wakes
"Have you read the letters?" Margaretta asked as we walked through the enormous building. I had no idea where we both were actually heading to, but Margaretta had once told me about a conference room where meetings took place. "No." I said calmly. I didn't know why I felt somehow sad and uncomfortable anytime I heard anything about my late parents or why I couldn't bring myself to read it. "Take your time, my dear." She said as she led me to a double-door which she opened and walked through. I took a step into the brigh