BellezzaEzza—I exhaled loudly as the rush of adrenaline seeped in through my blood. I have not felt this way for a very long time now. The feeling of pride and confidence— I don't remember ever feeling this way, at least not in my recent years. I don't know why I was so proud of what I just did.It was wrong. I killed a creature; I killed something.I wasn't sure if I killed the gigantic creature or if I just injured it and knocked it out. Either one of those may be the truth, at least now we are one opponent down. I looked at Daxel, but he was already looking at me.Tingles. I felt tingles all over my body. Was that normal?I couldn't figure out what the expression in his eyes was— I have no idea whether he was proud, angry, disappointed, or simply shocked by what I just did. But, I did see him bite his lip, as well as the tiny movement of his throat bobbing up and down."You filthy wildwolf!" A beyond angry voice roared out and snapped me out of my trance. I looked for the owner
Daxel Ace-I was looking through the latest budget report of our pack when a loud knock on the door took my attention away from the files I was looking at. "Isn't it too early for the mail?"“Come in.” Telling whoever was behind the door to invite themselves in before putting away the file neatly in my right side drawer. When the black oakwood door of my office opened, I saw the mail officer of my pack– Ellio– cautiously walking inside. He's holding a big brown box with both of his hands a golden envelope sat right on top of it."Good Morning, Alpha Daxel," Ellio greeted, bowing his head as a sign of respect," I was passing by when I saw this outside of the pack house's door."He set the box on the table carefully, eyeing them with curiosity.I nodded my head while eyeing the golden envelope. 'What could it be?' I heard my wolf, Ace, say. It surely wasn't an explosive bomb as anyone would be smart enough to know that it was a death trap to send me one, especially in broad dayligh
BellezzaEzza-Beads of sweat can be seen slowly forming on my forehead as the pounding of my heart worsens. I couldn’t help but switch my eyes between the tall glass cases filled with different flavors of doughnuts and the notebook filled with the notes I have. "Come on," I whispered, lowly. "Let's get this done with."I slightly turned around, swiftly scanning my surroundings. I cannot get caught. I just can't.The notes were highlighted for the most part. The green highlights were for the formulas, the blue for the article’s authors, and the red for the important terminologies. Or maybe so I thought. My brain's all scrambled, that's for sure.It took me until dawn to read and highlight the whole chapter. Causing me to only get an hour of sleep before I start my day.My life revolves around work and school. I would typically read in my free time. Because, I just enjoy the warm and cozy feeling it brings me; it mimics the heated sensation a hot chocolate coffee brings you on an ear
BellezzaEzza-When I woke up, the sun had already set. And the only source of light inside the apartment was coming from the moon itself. It took me quite a few seconds for a thought to shake me to my core — and then suddenly, it hit me."Shit! How long did I sleep for?"I scuffled up from the floor, losing my balance from jerking my bones and muscles up all of a sudden. I stabilized myself, as the soreness from the carpeted floor hit my consciousness— my back and neck were aching numb from laying down and falling asleep the wrong way. When I had finally gained some lead with my own body, I rushed towards the light switch as I tied my hair in a bun, some of my hair strands were escaping it. I have totally forgotten about my exams— I still have to study. I know that I would not have enough time to actually go through everything, but a small portion of ideas and reviews was still better than nothing at all. However, I still wished that I hadn't fallen asleep for nearly 8 hours!Direc
BellezzaEzza———When I walked inside the university building there weren't a lot of students in sight. My legs were almost giving out from walking here. Nevertheless, not more than 15 students could be seen around the front lawn of the university— either because it was 'still' early or they were all inside their respective rooms already. I walked slowly and then I went looking for room 243. And when I did, I could see that my proctor was already sitting at her desk. She was typing on her laptop, and I know that I have seen her before. She teaches Biology and Medicine. Why was she the History exam proctor? That I do not know.She has short blonde hair and big cat-eyed black glasses that were almost as big as her forehead covering her entire eyes and cheeks.When I went inside, the desks were already labeled. I looked around and I saw that mine was on the last row on the far left. I don't have an issue sitting anywhere so I just made my way to my seat and waited for us to start.When
BellezzaEzza—"Hey! You!"'Is he talking to me?' That was what I thought in my mind. I mean, he can't be, right?I continued walking, my pace picking up as my skirt gently flew from my brisk walk. I could feel my heartbeat growing at a pace with each step I was taking forward. I heard footsteps close to me— following me even. 'Am I about to die?'My knees were slowly softening, my palms were clamping, and my chin trembling. Horror was how I'd describe it, but that was not even close enough. I kept repeating 'please, it can't be me' inside my head, muttering it even.My surroundings were quiet and lonely, all of a sudden. The once busy street was now emptied of people or stores— everything just disappeared around me. I tried to tell myself that it was all in my head and this was actually not happening in real life— but I was more than wrong.A foggy black smoke slowly hugged me in, and all of a sudden my skin felt cold. I felt empty, as if I was about to faint.Just as when I was abou
Clang!The hanging wind chimes made a peaceful sound as I opened the shop's door, announcing my arrival to whoever was inside the shop. And when I stepped inside it, I was in awe.'It feels like… home.' I gently thought to myself.I let my eyes travel throughout the whole shop— or should I say the library. It was such a sight to see, and I couldn't help but gape at my spot.My eyes shuffled as I gaped around, my hands tightly clasping my bag.The tall dark wood shelves were filled with different types of reading materials, categorized and in order, like any library would do. And impressively, not one spot was missing a book. Different reading spots were scattered around the parameter, but what caught my attention was the cozy and homey cushioned chairs that were sitting neatly in the middle of the whole space. "Am I in heaven yet?" I couldn't help myself from saying that out loud."A couple of people may say that." A voice from behind me suddenly commented.I jumped when I heard the
I raised my eyebrows, as my whole face scrunched at how spooked she was by the cuts. My simple thought was that she just didn't like seeing blood— however, it turned out to be something that was a lot more different… and complicated.I tried to take my arms from her, but her grip on them was tight to the point where it was starting to hurt. I cringed in pain— I was sure that she didn't mean it and was totally unconsciously doing it— so instead, I answered her question in hopes that she would let go of my hand."There was a guy— actually, two of them," I tried to let out through gritted teeth trying to suppress the pain that I was feeling, as I watched the expression on her face change."What guys?!" The old lady freaked out— finally dropping my hand, as I swear that her eyes changed colors; however, it could also be just my imagination, "what do you mean guys?! Where did you see them?!""They were kind of weird. They were dressed up like they came out of a medieval painting. And their