All Chapters of Bullied By The Wolf Prince: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

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

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

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

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,