Clara's cheeks flushed as she thought to herself, "He looked so hot." Adams gave her a brief smile. "It was a brave thing you did back then. I mean, not every girl would stick their neck out for their boyfriend, but you did," he said. Clara furrowed her brow, looking confused. "Wait... Did you just say boyfriend?" “Yeah... You and Mathias, you guys are a couple, right?” Adams asked. Clara's heart sank. "No! No! No!... I meant he is just my friend. He is cool in his own way, just that people seem to misjudge him a lot. But I count myself as a good judge of character, and that's why I made friends with him," she said, clarifying things. Adams let out a short laugh. “You know, I actually thought you guys were a couple... Well, it's cool. I guess this makes it the second time I will be saving you from those idiots, Miss...” Adams said, wanting her to tell him her name. “It's Clara,” she said. “Clara, that's lovely,” Adams said. “You mean the first time?” she said. “Pardon?” Adams
Adams chuckled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his laughter. "Come on man, you're overthinking this. I mean, I just had to help in both cases. Even if it happened to be someone other than her, I would have done the same. Imagine those fools wanted to have their way with her, and they might even kill her to make sure she doesn't tell on them... I just had to do something. And today, they were beating a weak boy and a girl! Come on, I had to do something about that. I mean, wouldn't you?" he said. "Man, I don't know... I mean, there will always be bullies and those being bullied. This is high school. It won't change. That's how it has been since the founding of time. So what's the point of trying to help today when they will probably get bullied the next day and the next and the next after that?" Noah said, repeating those last words for emphasis. "I know how the world works. I don't need you to remind me of that. There will always be jerks and bullies, not only in high school b
Mathias continued speaking, his voice choked with emotion. “...and they didn't fail in their promise," he said, his eyes glistening with tears. "Everyday I spent with them was so precious. My grandfather taught me everything I know. He had lots of stories to tell, stories about witches, vampires and werewolves. Great stories, and I love listening to them. But good things never last long in my life. By the time I was 6 years old, my grandfather died and a year later my grandma followed him. Once again, I was alone in the world with no friends and no family." A tear fell off to the ground. "My father didn't want me," Mathias continued, bitterness creeping into his voice. "He even blamed me for his parents' deaths. I never knew someone could hate his own flesh and blood in such a way. At the tender age of 7, I had to learn how to survive on my own. I worked on people's farms for slave money, and I had to beg in the streets most times. Anything to put something in my stomach. I didn't hav
"Well, it doesn't matter who the heck he was. We have sent that jerk to meet the devil," one of the men said, and they all had a loud laugh. Clearly, they were proud of what they had accomplished, but then, as they were laughing, they noticed something strange. Two men amongst them standing close to each other, side by side, had suddenly stopped laughing, and after a few seconds, blood started gushing out from their mouths and nostrils. Then they fell to the floor, revealing Eric Damian very much alive, standing at their backs. He had two hearts in his hand - the men's hearts. "Let's play, shall we?" he said with a smirk. Time: 3:12 pmLocation: Great Hill High School The school period was over, and everyone was on their way home. Adams and Noah walked to the open school car park side by side with their girlfriends, Ella and Patricia, respectively. Noah was stealing kisses from Patricia's lips as they walked happily to the car park, while Adams had his arms across Ella's shoulder. M
"That won't be a problem. Go and have fun tonight, but you'd better report to the office very early tomorrow," the Sheriff said in a not-too-serious tone. "I sure will, sir. Thank you," Sergeant Chriswell said, trying his best to hide his excitement from showing. "It's nothing. Send my regards to your fiancée, the pretty Miss Brown," the Sheriff said with a smirk. It had been approximately two days since the pretty Vivian last encountered the strange but handsome Eric Damian. She knew he was trouble, but she was really dying to see him again. Lying on her bed, which was close to the open window, she could see the night sky. She normally liked to admire the night sky, and today was no different. The sky was beautiful as always, but Vivian's heart was beating fast with anticipation. As she gazed at the sky from her bed, thoughts of that night came to her head. She nearly died that night, but yet every time she thinks about everything that happened, a smile always seems to form on he
"No...I think you shouldn't quit. I know they lied about almost everything, but I think they did that out of desperation, so you should stay. I mean, we should stay here together, and I know you would try your best to help them. You're not only the best mom, but the best doctor too," Clara said, her voice filled with conviction. Dr. Ellen couldn't really believe it was her daughter Clara speaking. She looked into her daughter's eyes and saw the determination and unwavering loyalty. A wave of emotions washed over her - pride, gratitude, and a tinge of guilt. She had put her daughter through so much, and yet Clara was still willing to stand by her side. "Thank you, sweetheart, but are you really sure you want us to continue living in this town?" Dr. Ellen asked again, her voice tinged with hesitation. "I am sure, Mom. Great Hill is our new home now, and I have come to accept it. I respect your decision, Mum. You didn't make a mistake coming here," Clara said, her voice calm and reassu
“We can leave this place, the four of us. We can go somewhere far, somewhere even Lucian cannot reach, and start our lives afresh there,” she said with her eyes shining brightly, actually believing the possibility of escaping from Lucian, her voice filled with hope and desperation. “Mum, stop. Stop it, Mum. Where can we possibly run to where Lucian won't be able to find us? Even if such a place exists, it means we would always live our lives in fear and hiding, always watching our backs... We would be living in fear that someday, any day, Lucian would discover where we are, and we will most definitely be disciplined. Is that the life you want to live? Is that the life you want Karen to be raised in?” Adams said, his voice filled with frustration and sadness. “But at least we would be together, all of us,” Mrs Bright said, her voice trembling with uncertainty and doubt, but she was already seeing the plan as a failed one. “No, Mum. I don't want that life for you, I don't want that li
Eric Damian pulled his hands out of Vivian's head, thus breaking the connection between them, and Vivian flinched from the sudden loss of contact. She felt disoriented and vulnerable, as if her mind had been invaded and left exposed. Vivian was a little shaky because of what she had just seen. Her breath was shallow, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She tried to steady herself by holding on to something, but her hands were trembling too much. Eric, meanwhile, was calm but had a worried look, as if he was trying to figure out everything he had just seen in Vivian's head. He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for a moment, as if to clear his mind. "What did you do to me?" Vivian asked, looking terrified. Her voice was shaking, and she sounded as if she was about to break down. Damian glanced at her and noticed she was bleeding on both sides of her head. His fingers must have pierced her head while he was trying to extract information. He felt a pang of guilt and regret,