All Chapters of Bullied By The Wolf Prince: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60
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Who Are You?
Kiera's POV(Continued)    “No.” I blurted before mum could react. He looked me over, his blank eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts. “We are not selling the house, sir.” I reiterated. Not a million years, and most definitely to him. Lord Chan’s weird warning aside, in this house lies my only chance of getting Kyros out of me.  He didn’t so much as acknowledge my words. “I know how disheartening this must be for you, after you have gone through the trouble of buying and trying to settle into the house. But nana Brooke’s house has been declared uninhabitable for several years now, and the only reason it's actually still standing is because we are in the works to turn this place into a monument in memory of Nana Brooke.” “Uninhabitable?” Mum repeated. 
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Lair Of A Psychotic Serial Killer
Kiera's POV(Continued)     “You might want to apply a little bit more caution when dealing with your mother.” The not dead-alive-for-centuries-fishercat’s voice reprimanded from somewhere behind me. I rolled facing up and fixed him or it with a glare.  “I really don’t want to end up in a loony bin, okay? So just state your business and be gone.”  “How long do you want to live with this strange delusion of yours? Even you acknowledge the holes in your theory, yet you live with the folly idea that you are hallucinating, or god forbid, have an alter ego in the form of Kyros.” “How the hell did you know all of my thoughts?” He isn’t in my mind too, is he?  He stretched his hind legs at the foot of my bed. “Are you awa
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Six Feet Under
Kiera's POV(Continued)   The sound of someone ringing the doorbell at the front door vibrated through the house and I shoved the duvet off me. Lord Chan landed nimbly on his feet and followed me as i padded out of my room. Who in God’s name had had the great idea to have the doorbell connect with every single part of the house? Still grumbling at the thousands of migraines I will be getting each time we have a visitor, I yanked the door open.Standing on the other side in a green mini gown cut to fit her perfectly and sparkling white boots was Sarah. “Hi Kiera!” She chirped and proceeded to drag me into a hug. “H-hi.” I stuttered. Of all the people I expected at my front door, it certainly wasn’t her. “Hey there Kiera.” A less chirpy voice announced.Turning my head, I found m
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Delusional God
Kiera's POV  "You are not going to that school." My face snarled at me in the mirror as I went about my morning routine. "I don't have a choice.” Mum wouldn’t even hear a word I said. Even when I played the Tru card, she waved it off and said she could handle it. Ever since she blew a gasket about her dad, she had been abrupt and curt when she spoke to me.I had the irrational fear that she would call up Mr Prichett and sell him the house. The only good news was that I really was a half owner of the house. Mum had insisted that my name be added as part owner of the house, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that right now. “I do not care if you have a choice or not. You will not go, and that is final.” Kyros thundered.Something in me jerked with vicious elation at the growing anger in his voice. I didn't want to go to school e
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Half Starved Creature
Kiera's POV {Continued}  'No!' Kyros growled, his furious roar stealing my breath for a minute.  "Let me out here." I mumbled, forcing words out through heavy, pulsing gums. I have never felt Kyros in this way before. Absolutely livid. Power, foreign and vicious roared through my veins, trying to change my will. I breathed, trying to keep calm and hold on to my control, but I knew it was a losing battle. Kyros was done being a passive bystander.  "Here? But why? Surely I can drop you off at the school gates…" Bill prattled on next to me. Bill. He was a nice man who had done nothing wrong, but that will not matter to Kyros. I had to get the hell away from Bill. Right now.Flinging the door open, I jumped out and promptly crashed into the tarred road. The sudden smash of pain gave me a much needed reprieve from the invading force that was Kyros. Vaguely,
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Cursed
Kiera's POV(Continued)   I hate this town. I absolutely, completely, equivocally, loathe this school especially. If Kyros wasn’t trapped in this school, I swear to all that’s holy that I really will set this damn school on fire. I growled, wiping tears away from my eyes and sniffling madly as I tried to stand. Two stairs. Two goddamn flights of stairs. That’s what I tumbled down from when Celyn's minion pushed me. I could have snapped my neck today because Celyn wanted to establish her dominance. My back hurts. My arm hurt and my ribs were groaning in pain, so much so that it was hurting to breathe. My things were so scattered, I wanted to cry just thinking about having to pick it all up. Still, I tried, hunting down my sketchpad first and foremost. I found it next to a wall in the hall. The light reflecting just so, or morbid fascination dragged my gaze back to the three useless wall
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The Truth Will Shine Above All
Kiera's POV(Continued)  She scratched her neck, radiating discomfort. "I’m sorry, but I don't know." I deflated."You seem awfully interested in finding Whitlock’s home." Sarah declared in a strange voice."And you’re not? Such a fascinating story!" I gushed with all the fake wonder I could muster."You are fascinated by the story of a killer?" She lifted a brow."Supposed killer. The rumors were vile lies spread by people who had no love for William's mother. Mr. William junior would never set his family on fire. He has no reason to." The nurse stressed. That was still a part of the story I was missing, but it was of no importance to me right now."You know how we are in America. Gore fascinates us." I shrugged carelessly."You grew up in this town. Surely you have an idea where the estate used to be? Just a little hint, please?" I pleaded with a pout.The nur
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Friend Or Foe
Kiera's POV(Continued)    I was tired, hungry, really close to tears and in a world of trouble if anyone so much as catches a glimpse of me in these parts. But I had the crystal, though whatever use it’s meant for is lost on me.Hopefully, Lord Chan will know what to do with this. But for now, detective Kiera was calling it a day.Perhaps I should go to class? If nothing else, I could nap for a while the teacher ws imparting knowledge on the other students. I passed a hand through my hair, scratching at my head. My hand came away wet. I had a cut on my temple.Okay then, the first point of action now was to find a bathroom. Even without a mirror, I knew I looked a fright. The less disorganized I looked, the less the chances of being asked questions I couldn’t answer. Where the heck was the bathroom though? I hadn’t gotten a tour of the school
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Conversation With The Dead
{A/N: HI THERE! THANKS FOR STICKING WITH KIERA ON THIS JOURNEY SO FAR. IN THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS, KIERA WILL BECOME AWARE OF WHAT HER TRUE GIFTS ARE, IT'S ORIGIN AND THE WAY IN WHICH THE BROOKE'S ARE DIFFERENT.BUT FIRST, A LITTLE SPOILER. ONE OF KIERA'S POWERS IS CLAIRVOYANCE. SHE NOT ONLY GETS IMPRESSIONS AND EMOTIONS, SHE SEES AND FEELS THE EMOTIONS OF WHOEVER HER MUSE IS. IN THIS CASE, IT IS WILLIAM WHITLOCK, AND HIS EMOTIONS ARE IN ITALICS.} Kiera's POV(Continued) I was beginning to have a new found hatred for treasure hunt games. Who exactly dreamt those disasters up? At least with a scavenger game, you were looking for objects. Objects you know what they look like. Now I had to pay a damn toll to progress in this strange game I began playing since the second I set foot in St Patrick.The threat of Rhemir showing up fresh in my mind, I unsnapped my backpack and sear
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Final Moments
Kiera's POV(Continued)     Reluctantly, I did as she said. "Who are you?" I wondered. Where was I? That was the next question on my tongue, but I wanted to put a name to the face first. Why did it feel like I should know who she was?   "Why, I am Nana Brooke."   "You don’t look like a nana." I declared succinctly. Every time I hear the word nana, I always picture an old woman with a long gown, blue shower-cap and a large wooden spoon. Instead she wore a trim ice blue gown and comfy shoes. Her black hair was gleaming and in a short bob. "The afterlife must be pretty neat." She laughed heartily. Even her laugh was familiar.   "We are not in the afterlife child."   Oh, thank goodness. I wasn't dead yet. "Then where are we?"    "Somewhere in the in-between." She has black eyes just like me,
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