EMILY'S POV. My face was a mask of resignation, a facade that concealed the raw ache of my sadness, my true emotions hidden beneath a carefully crafted veneer. My movements became slow and deliberate as if the weight of my sadness had settled upon my bones, making even the simplest tasks laboriou
But whenever I remember the look on their faces before they turned back at me and the fact that I still had their mark on me, I would lose the courage to hurt myself. Also, there was a part in me that wanted to take revenge for my daughter but in the condition that I was in at that point, I could n
They were right, it's been years since we heard that I won't be able to give birth again, a change might happen in another year. Then all of a sudden, I heard the sound of the breaking of the air and I quickly dodged to the side. Then, I felt a stinging pain on my waist. When I looked down, I saw
I walk down the hallway with a racing heart and wobbly legs. Clutching my books to my chest, I avoid bumping into the students that are gradually flooding the hallway. I hold onto the straps of my torn, old-fashioned leather handbag and try shoving through the crowd. I'm scared to my wits and I'm n
Growing up, I realize that the pack members find it hard to identify the Alpha-Princes. I couldn't relate. I still can't. I mean, I identify them with just a glance, which is a bit odd, if I'm being honest. The Alpha-Princes are very identical, like one of them was split into three more guys. They
I glance at them again and my gaze meets Larry's. He's staring at me over Evelyn's shoulder, and I can just feel the heat from his intense stare. Evelyn is hugging him, still running a hand around his crotch. But he doesn't seem affected. He's just staring at me like he wants nothing more but to c
Today was coming to an end and I just can't wait for the final bell. I'm exhausted from all the unfortunate run-ins with the Alpha-Princes. I'll give anything not to see them in school for the remaining months. I just finished stacking away the damaged seat and I'm going through my timetable. Two m
The cold breeze brushes through my skin as I walk past the big signpost that has 'Gareth's Pizza' scribbled on it in bold letters. I check my wristwatch and it's 8 pm. God, I'm so late. I push through the revolving door and walk in. There are several customers at our different booths. I head to the