Jack Goldsmith wants a mate. He is sick of being alone. Jack is the only wild wolf in the United Kingdom - Werewolf or otherwise. According to his father, he was an aberration, his mother died giving birth to him and his father had never forgiven him. Superstition was rife in the 1600s when he was born and he grew rapidly, not like the other children. Rumours spread of witchcraft, and though his father was caught, Jack escaped to live his life alone - until now. SaffronTalbot has inherited her grandmother's cottage in the wilds of the Yorkshire countryside. As an empath, Saffron Talbot is looking for a new life - and she is going to get it, but it's not the life she ever imagined. She's a nature-loving girl and the pressures of the city of London make her feel ill. The number of people, the buildings so close together, and the noises make her feel increasingly ill. If she dares go out, her headphones are clamped to her head and the darkest sun-glasses she can find cover her eyes. Her neighbours think she is the local weirdo when they see her marching along the street with her head down to avoid making contact. Moving to Yorkshire to the cottage her grandmother has left her will be the beginning of her life - in more ways than one.
View MorePinunasan ko pa ang pawis sa aking noo gamit ang aking kamay habang ang isa naman ay nilililis ang hem ng suot kong gown. Hanggang sa simbahan ay dala ko ang inis dahil sa katotohanang wala akong salawal. Napawi lamang iyon nang magsimula ang seremonyas at nagsimulang maglakad ang bride sa malawak na aisle ng simbahan patungo sa altar.
Wearing a V-neck white long gown, Olive Trinidad walked like a queen. Sa saliw ng musikang Beautiful in White ni Shane Filan, dahan-dahan ang paglalakad nito patungo sa altar. Habang naghihintay naman doon ang dating asawa nitong si Atlas Ramirez.
I smiled as I remember the memories. Ako ang dating sekretarya nito sa klinik. Ako ang nakakakita sa paghihirap nito dahil sa asawa. Sa mga impit na iyak nito kapag nag-iisa na lamang sa opisina. Ngunit ngayon, wala nang bakas ng sakit mula rito.
"Mahal kita, Olive. Mahal kita noon at mas mamahalin kita ngayon. Sampung taon tayong nagtiis. Tatlong taon tayong naghiwalay. Apat na taon naman tayong naghintay na mangyari ang lahat ng ito. I love you and Baby Olive loves you too."
Napangiti ako nang makita ang pag-alog ng balikat ni Sir Atlas. Alam kong umiiyak ito dahil sa tuno ng boses nito habang nagsasalita. My tears fall when I saw Ma'am Olive hugged him tight. Maging ang anak nilang tatlong taon ay dahan-dahan ding naglakad papalapit sa mga ito habang nakasunod lamang si Senator sa likod ng bata.
Kay sarap sanang isipin na may isang taong handang maghintay sa tamang pagkakataon. May taong inilaan para sa bawat isa. Kaysarap sanang maranasan ang pag-ibig na kinababaliwan ng iba. Hindi ko tuloy maiwasang mainggit sa aking nakikita.
Miracle. Iyon ang kailangan ko. Katulad ng anak ni Ma'am Olive na ibigay ng Diyos para sa mga ito. Ngunit, sino nga ba ang maaawa sa isang katulad ko? Sa isang makasalanang babaeng tulad ko?
"Kanina pa kita hinihintay."
Hindi ko na kailangan pang lingunin kung sino ang nagsalita sa aking tabi. Bakit pa kung sa araw-araw na ginawa ng Diyos ay ang boses nito ang nagsisilbing almusal at hapunan ko? Ang aking kalbaryo.
"Bakit mo naman ako hahanapin? Kasal 'to ng pamangkin mo at nandito ang asawa mo Condrad. Gusto mo bang masira ka sa lahat?" tanong ko rito. Ni hindi ko man lamang ito sinulyapan.
"Sumasagot ka na talaga ngayon!"
Mahigpit ang pagkakahawak ni Condrad sa aking braso ngunit mas matigas ako. Masakit ang bawat diin nito sa aking balat ngunit mas masakit ang guwang sa puso ko. Ang akala kong taong tutulong sa akin ay siyang magsasadlak sa akin sa impyerno.
Habang nakatanaw ako sa bagong kasal na nasa altar kasama ang kanilang anak ay hindi ko napigilang mapangiti ng mapait. Hindi ko napigilang alalahanin ang nakaraan. Ang balikan ang mga alaala.
Paano nga ba nagsimula ang lahat?
Paano ko nga ba nakayang manira ng pamilya?
Paano nga ba ako naging isang kabit?
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Silver slept with one eye open during the day on top of Clint's temporary grave. Jack didn't think anyone would bother them being so high up, and they were upwind of the building site and its offices so that no one would catch their scent.Just before dusk, Jack charged back, ready for when Clint woke up. His temper had better have damn well cooled, thought Jack. When Clint crawled out of the ground, he'd better explain all the drama of the previous night.The setting sun turned the sky to vermillion, the streaks of gold slowly vanished under the horizon, turning the last of the daylight purple, and then the deepest darkest blue, and speckled with starlight.Jack sat on a rock, watching the stars and the moon rising above the mountains. The wind rose, and the leaves on the scattered bushes rustled,
The sun had gone down when Saffy drove towards Jack's house, and she was interested to see inside the beautiful home. She hadn't thought about Jack for a few days, she had been so busy getting to know her Granny and practising her spells, but she had looked on the bookshelves and found an old book concerning werewolves. It was a bit odd to read as the words kept disappearing, but Granny said to tell the book off - which Saffy thought would be neither use nor ornament, but then her world had turned into entirely crazy, so reprimanding a book seemed neither here nor there. She slammed the book shut and gave it what for. The whole idea made her chuckle, but she had never had a problem with the book since. Saffy found out that werewolves were dominant creatures, and Jack was gorgeous, very hot. She could flick her fingers and show him how hot she was. Though knowing her, poor Jack would probably end up in A&E with third-degree burns. Maybe she had better play
"Are you ready, Saffron?" Saffy nodded at her granny, sitting on the sofa- well, she was sort of ready. Saffy could see right through her, but she was getting used to her being around the house. They'd had long conversations about Saffron's abilities, and amazingly Saffy was good at spells; she found it easy to make fire with her fingers. Though that spell was reasonably straightforward, and as Granny said, it was marvellous for lighting the BBQ. Now though, she was on a different track in making things move to her command. She had practised on her own to command things, but to no avail. "I'm ready," she murmured. "Take a breath, and relax. Now, see the ribbon in your mind, it's a perfect heavenly blue, and it brings you peace and a feeling of joy when you look at that colour. It seems to quiver with
"Missing?" Jack asked, "How do you know he's missing?" "He's not answering my call either in his mind or on the phone." Clint's eyes were red, his fangs were prominent, and his hands locked into fists. His death-like paleness showed through the St.Tropez, and he looked as if he was about to die again. "There is only one thing we can do; we have to go to Rugaria. It's the only way we can find out what's happened. Let me send a text to Edyth, and we can go. Is Liv still here?" Jack said as he sent a text to his housekeeper. Clint shook his head. "She left about an hour ago." Clint vanished for a minute, and when he returned to Jacks study, dressed as a poster boy for vampires, in his long black leather coat and leather trousers. Under the black leather stetson, his long black hair flowed over his should
Edyth Hargreaves walked up the path to Honora Talbot's back door. She had been friends with Nora for many years, and even when Nora physically died, Edyth still had conversations with her. Of course, it was not that unusual in this village. Many paranormal beings seemed to arrive here at some time or another. Some stayed and became part of the village, and the committee asked some to leave. Today, she would have a good chat with Saffron and put her right about a few things. Yes, this village was different, but the beings who lived here were looking for peace. They had lived their human lives as best they could, but things had gone wrong - in some cases drastically, and they ended up here with a second chance. Take Clint, for instance. He was a vampire. Now the only Vampire Edyth had seen Christopher Lee in the 1970s Hammer horror movies, oh and Peter Cushing. It was all capes and top hats and ethere
Jack blocked Silver's mind talk. What the hell was that damn wolf thinking, leaving him wholly starkers and on top of Saffron. The poor girl would think he was a sex maniac, Though he couldn't help smirking at that thought. She had already seen him half-conscious and naked at the side of the road, and that was bad enough, but for Silver to leave him perched on top of Saffy and naked, that was unforgivable. He and Silver would be having a serious conversation later. Jack still wasn't in a good mood by the time he had driven home. It was quiet in the house, Clint would still be sleeping, and Edyth had gone home. He went into his office and, grabbing the scotch decanter, poured a large drink.It must be after five o'clock somewhere. Jack turned his computer on and looked through his emails. N
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