“Look, if this is about Nathan, we’re just acquaintance because he’s my classmate in Ethics and-” “Acquaintance but he kissed your hand?” My jaw stopped mid air, slightly open in stun, How did she even know about that? There isn’t even any meaning behind it. I shrieked in my spot when she took a step forward along with her friends as they cornered me. A few understudies who saw what’s happening just looked at us, somewhat teaming with the cheerleaders. “Who do you think you are exactly? Do you think Nathan is going to feel in love with you just because he notices you? Don’t you know I’m his girlfriend?” what? He has a girlfriend? All of a sudden I felt weak when Natalie pushed my shoulder, making me nearly lose my balance. I closed my eyes as I felt her face creeping closer to mine. A few students chuckled at my situation. They are not helping as they are low-key having fun of my misery. “News flash dear, because he wouldn’t be intrigued by somebody like your breed.” she looked at
I’m happy. I’m really happy. My apartment doesn’t feel gloomy anymore. I smile regularly. I got optimistic. But that soon pulverized down when he all of a sudden asked me to have a serious discussion with him. I don’t know what to do at first since he might want to end what we have and I'm scared. “I like you, Natasha.” I didn’t say anything when he confessed his feelings to me. I know I have a crush on him but I kept it to myself since I don’t want to demolish our friendship. We’ve been hanging out for the past month and now that he also feels the same way, my mind went blank. “But! It’s okay if you don’t like me. I don’t want to ruin what our-” “I like you too, Nathan.” “W-what?” his eyes suddenly widened in shock. I nodded my head and let out a warm, but lovely, smile to him. “Yes.” He went to me and embraced me firmly. Soon afterwards we went out again, but this, it’s more than just friends. I was nervous. I really don’t have any idea how this day will go. But at that point,
I don’t care if I look like a weirdo gaping at his back. It’s him! He’s back! I run up to him and grasp him behind. He halted in his tracks, and I felt him freeze on his spot, unable to say anything. I get it since he must have been traumatized because he went missing with his parents. I’m glad he’s back. I haven’t checked my socials since I’m too depleted for the past week considering him. But now he’s here, and my worries are gone. “I miss you!” I went around to confront him, not minding the students observing us. I look up to him, and my body abruptly ends in fear when I sense something is wrong with his look. He looks…different. Why do I suddenly feel like I’m talking to another person in front of me? The way he gazes at me, if he doesn’t have any clue who I am. Or am I just hallucinating since we haven’t seen each other for a while? “Nathan?” I asked him since he was towering over me. I held up for him to do something. Like kiss me or embrace me, or say sweet things to me as h
“Natasha…” “Natasha…” I listened to a recognizable tone of voice calling my name. I look around the site, searching where it came from. “N-nathan?” I know it’s him, but I can’t find him anywhere. The range has a perpetual circle of obscurity. I don’t think if I am inside a room with a small space or in a vast pit below, that I simply can’t run-up to the surface because it pulls you underneath endlessly. “Nathan, where are you?!” I’m starting to get worried and anxious. I can feel his presence. I tried getting a handle on something. Looking for an object to hold at but I landed on the floor with my face. I let out a moan of torment. My heart beat fast, and I didn't know what to do. My head pirouettes each time I look around. I tried to move forward, but somebody seemed to be pulling me back to where I was before so that I couldn't move in my spot. “Natasha.” My eyes dilated when I felt him behind me. I turned around, and our eyes met. There's no question he had enthralling eyes th
When a man is thirsty, they find water to quench their thirst. When they want to get in the disposition, their sexual demands increment as they go berserk, not thinking straight. I believe in the concept of sexually compulsive behavior, particularly at a young age of men. The way you're feeling once you are foreseeing intimacy is controlled by our nerve framework. Our brain shuts down reasoning and logical behaviors. That's why the foremost safe thing to do when you're aroused is to masturbate alone. Be that as it may, if you're caged for two decades straight, not able to have human contact, and now that you're hungry for it, what will happen to the person you'll have intercourse with? He can kill someone by just intercourse. Not to mention, he’s not a human at all. As I felt his hands sliding down through my breast, I know I’m in trouble. I know he’s holding up for this minute as he found his potential prey. Too bad, I am the prey. We had an agreement, but I can't accept this. I k
I woke up when I felt someone licking my face. I turned around and pushed that thing away as I enjoyed my rest when I felt a slimy substance on my palm. I opened my eyes and let out a low groan in torment, realizing it was saliva. “Yuck…” I murmured beneath my breath. I looked around, but my gaze ceased when it landed on a pair of enthralling eyes that were making my stomach feral and my mind impassive. Then I keep in mind what happened before. Someone assaulted me. I was almost a goner when I saw a shadow of a man walking to my spot that turned into a wolf. I don’t know what happened after that, but something tells me from the scent of my hands the man is in a great place now. “You’re not permitted to be touched by anybody, except me. I’m the one who will end your life.” he stood up and walked around, hands behind. Eyes are momentous. I bit my inner cheeks as I tried not to say anything. He spared my life, but for a distinctive reason. When he stopped, he didn’t turn around. His ba
For the past few weeks, I've been scarcely alive. I mean, I don’t know what to cognizance, conceive, or express anymore. All of these felt so fabled to me. I couldn’t even create by mental act what it feels like to be blissful or enlivened any longer. The world is so impartial to me. My parents left me, and now Nathan. I tried to trill the hefty thought away, but every time I had the fortune to remember him, I choked back a sob. I miss him so much, and there’s nothing I can’t do about it. “Look at me.” I didn’t do what he uttered as he kept on hammering on me. It’s weary, and I don’t have the vigor to even come, but he forcefully grabbed my jaw and successfully made me look him consecutively in the eyes. He looks aggravated, as common. When does he even look lively? Every time I could detect him, he didn’t look…contented. As if the world was unfair to him too. He stopped when he realized I was not enjoying it. He pulled out and showed me his fangs and claws. He transformed into a h
I can cognize my lungs tightening as I try to catch my breath. My legs shake, and my muscles stretch as I dash away from the maniacs. I turned my view to my path as I ignored their hiss of sexual derisive. “We just want to play along!” the sound of their snigger echoed through the road. I can’t be convinced by the thought that no one hears us! Is the neighborhood deaf or something? I was frantically yelling for help to the point my vocals were giving up on me. I’m desirous, debilitated, beat up, and I want to slam myself on the bed. But I can’t as I want to survive this night. I don’t know where I am heading. Every so often, I faltered on the ground, panicking as I tried to catch my balance because my legs were powerless. I glance from my shoulder, and they are catching up on me. When I looked at the front, I tried to ploy them by turning to the alleyway. The road is narrow as I hump into the walls to push myself out of their hawking gaze. “N-no…” This can’t be. I come to a stop in