The Hunter'S Mate

In the quiet dining room, the air felt heavy, pressing down on two young girls who sat across from each other. The plates of untouched food sat before them like a cruel joke. Neither moved to eat. Neither smiled.The creak of the door broke the silence, and their mother walked in, carrying a steaming bowl in her hands. Her beauty was undeniable—smooth skin, soft brown curls framing her face, and a radiant smile that didn’t quite reach her weary eyes. She placed the bowl gently on the table and sat down with a practiced calm.“Mom, I don’t want to eat,” Abby said, her voice small but firm. She looked up, her pretty brown eyes clouded with something far too heavy for a child to bear.Her mother frowned, concern deepening the lines on her face. “It’s your favorite, honey. Why not?”Naomi, the older of the two, shifted in her seat. Her deep blue eyes glimmered as she spoke quietly, “She’s upset because of what Chels said at school today.”Their mother’s gaze snapped to Abby. “What happened

She's my mate   -Stefan's pov-   After the fight yesterday, Wendy had me down on a chair and helped me with the ice bag. She applied ointment and closed up the wound. "Do you want me to teach him a lesson?" She asked me.    "No." I replied fully aware of what she would do to him. Wendy is highly trained in the town. Master G insisted she joined us on this mission and she's already thinking of killing. She's the first daughter of Lady Ursula, the greatest dark witch of our kind. You might wonder, do witches exist?. Yes, they do and my mom is one of them, it's a long story though.   Aaron came in with his crossbow and dropped it in front of us. "Found something?" I asked.    He sat on a chair opposite mine and shrugged. "Nothing. Are you sure we are in the right school?. Cos this school is full of shit." I laughed.    "My mother never makes mista

    "Tell me. How did it happen?." I bent down on the desk. She pulled me up and slowly held out my hands in hers. A worried look on her face with her ear pecking up to hear from me.    "I don't know how it happened." I finally said. She breathed out and nodded. "It's bound to happen." I raised my brows.    "I mean..Stefan's handsome, everyone wishes to have him." She said, I rolled my eyes.    "I'm not everyone. I just feel something different for him. It's a sort of..we are made for each other. Like there's really something about him that draws me near to him. I know I barely know him but I feel like I've known him all my life." I explained.   "I think you should stay away from him. I know I like him but not to the point of obsession. Please stay clear until you are able to control your feelings." She advised me. I concurred.    

: She attacked us. I sat, bent down on a desk and reminiscing on what just happened in front of Stefan. Molly had gone to get me something relieving to drink. She comes back later on to give me a glass of warm milk.  "Thank you very much, Molly. I don't know what I would have done without you." She grabbed my hand. "What are friends for?." I smiled and squeezed her palm lightly. I sighed. "I'm gonna miss you tomorrow." I said, "It's not like you are traveling, we're still in the same school, I'm just afraid Jackson won't take it lightly with you."   "Oh. True. Remember he was kicked in there because of me." She added. I laughed. "I know. He was such a stubborn boy. We've had rest since he left." She stated and I shook my head. "And now, I'm gonna join him there. What would he think?." "No, we should probably ask what they would do to find you there." Said M

: I met a Siren. I walked into the messy detention class and everyone's attention focused on me. I looked around and found my supposed seat, somewhere I'd like to sit, i scrutinized the seat and scoffed.  I smell a prank. My table had no legs neither is the chair. I noticed that once i sank my butt in that chair, it would instantly gum to my butt. I heard a cleared throat behind me and i turned to see Mr Alan. "Find a seat." He ordered. I looked at where she was supposed to stand and teach, a bucket of paint placed up the ceiling with a rope tied down the window. "Take my advice, avoid the front corners of the classroom." I told him and started going to sit in between two guys, Jackson and his friend to their utmost surprise. I was still glaring back at Jackson when I heard a shout from Mr Alan. I gasped when I saw Mr Alan covered with crimson red paint and everyone burst into laughter except me