I could tell that Ryker was avoiding me. It was pretty obvious and such a contrast compared to the closeness we had while we were on the lake. While we had been having breakfast this morning, he had deliberately taken the furthest chair away from me and when I’d greeted him, he murmured something in return without turning to look at me, let alone meeting my eyes. His silver eyes were solely focused on the news he’d been reading and a bowl of cereal and muesli in front of him. Then when I’d accidentally bumped into him later on my way downstairs — he’d been on his way up, he’d moved his way as if I had bur
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I honestly thought Miles would come defending his sister and perhaps even challenged me to a duel or something— I’d read online that some werewolves did that in order to protect someone’s honor. Yet he did none of that, instead, he laughed. Uncontrollably and his face was full of mirth. Alana threw daggers at her brother while her hand was holding a handkerchief to her nose.
Right before I managed to cross the border between the Center and the South, Dmitry and his crazy black Porsche cut me off. Literally. His car sped up until he was in front of me then he slowed to a full stop. I would’ve bumped into him if I hadn’t seen this coming. We’d been racing pretty much since he’d managed to catch up with me three lights ago.
I nearly choked on chocolate rice puff and dried berries. “W-what?” His silver eyes caught mine and he looked as if he was trying to understand me or something. “He is charming and closer to your age so I understand the appeal here.” A little frown appeared in between his brows, giving a little indication that he was trying hard to think of what to say. I decided to simply listen while I ate my cereals. “Judging by the ladies’ reaction, I know that he is good-looking too. And he is really a kind man, there’s no doubt about it there. I know him, I watched him growing up. He’s okay, I guess. Or well, maybe one even considers him as a catch.” That was when I could no longer maintain the blank expression I’d been giving him. Was he serious? I wasn’t sure whether he was trying to discredit Miles or praise him. I wasn’t even sure where this conversation was heading until I heard what he said next. “But you should know that Miles might have a mate out there. He hasn’t found her yet but one
Warning ⚠️ NSFW. Advisable for 18+, not suitable for the light hearts. Contained sex and violence. I was standing in the hallway and I was nervous. I’ve felt nervous before but not like this, not this much and uncontrollable. I counted one to twenty to calm myself down as I waited. I wasn’t sure what I was actually waiting for until someone touched my shoulder and I spun around. My eyes automatically locked with a pair of gorgeous silver eyes. He dropped his hand and shoved it into the pocket of his black executive pants. “What are you doing here, Bubbles?” the man asked me with a frown. Bubbles? I wanted to ask him why he was calling me ‘Bubbles’ but I found my mouth opening and myself saying, “I’ve been looking for you. I needed to talk to you.” “Okay,” he drawled. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, worries and fear flashed in his eyes and I wondered why. “What is it?” “I’ve been thinking.” Again, I found myself — who didn’t feel like myself — answering him. He sw
Thinking that I had some sort of magical power was bizarre but witnessing said power and actually wielding it was even crazier. I’d gone through a number of self-doubts in my life just like the next person but this one was the hardest pill to swallow. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about it. Did I need a mentor? Would I become an apprentice of another witch in order to be able to learn how to control my power? What was my power really? Was it just telekinesis or something more? What else could I possibly do? These questions only added to the piles of things that I needed to figure out. I’d gone to sleep and yet by the time I woke up in the morning, I still had it. I tried using the red smoke to open the curtain and it worked, proving to me that it wasn’t just a dream last night. Well, the part where Alana possibly had or would murder someone was still a dream. Fortunately, after that horrible nightmare and actually experiencing being Alana The Killer, I hadn’t had any dreams an
Today was Friday and my first day working at ‘Bean There Done That’. After school, Dav was accompanying me to work and she even ordered a caramel latte. About fifteen minutes later her boyfriend picked her up and she left with him. Lukas had been quite helpful. He’d given me the menu and asked me to stand by the register with him. Whenever Caleb, the barista who was working right now, had done an order, Lukas would first tell me which coffee was which, and then after a few rounds, he would quiz me in order to help me memorize everything on the menu. “You’re not making the coffee but it’s important for you to know the basics just in case a customer asks you something or would like your recommendation,” said Lukas when there was no one queueing. “So how many espresso shots is a Latte?” “Two,” I answered, recalling what he’d told me fifteen minutes ago. Judging from the way his lips turned upward into a smile, I’d nailed that one. “That’s right. How about a cappuccino?” It took me t
“Eros, it’s me. Xyrra,” I tried. The man who was standing right in front of me looked every bit like my best friend and yet at the same time, he didn’t. I couldn’t explain it or pinpoint what it was that looked different because physically he looked like Eros Adler yet I felt like he wasn’t Eros. “I don’t know you and I don’t know who this Eros person is,” said the man, frowning. His gaze moved to my hand which was still holding his wrist and I quickly let it go. “Xy.” Miles came closer, stealing a glance at the man before focusing his attention on me. “Maybe you got the wrong person,” he muttered in a low voice. “No, I’ve grown up with Eros. I know what he looks like.” I stared at the man, giving him a once over then my eyes landed on the brown shirt he was wearing underneath his black blazer. I recognized his clothes. He’d once left them behind at my house when he’d had a sleepover. My mind instantly recalled what had happened before. “I can prove it. That shirt you’re wearing, at
It was easy to find the house where the party was being held judging from the music blasting from it. There was a couple on the terrace, openly making out as if they were in their own place and not at a party. A guy and a girl openly drinking beer from plastic cups by the door seemed to recognize Miles. “Hey, you came!” said the guy with dark hair and darker eyes. “I thought you’re gonna bail on us for this chick you said has been driving you nuts.” Under the light above us, I could see Miles’ cheekbones reddened a little. “I was working.”“Right,” drawled the girl with a knowing smile. She caught the sight of me as I stood behind Miles, and pointed her jaw towards me. “Who’s this?” Miles moved away, giving me some space to step forward. “This is Xyrra.” Then he turned to me and introduced his friends. “This is Rusty and Ashley.” “Hi,” I greeted them. We talked for a bit, most of the time I was just listening to them talking about sports and school while learning a bit more about M