บททั้งหมดของ His Hidden Child: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Gabriel His heart was pounding in his ears; he could almost hear his blood rushing through his veins as his adrenaline circled through his system. He stood as tall as he could without his body shaking, knowing this would be a fight to the death. The room around them was crumbling into pieces, bits of rubble and wood surrounded them, and Gabriel realised the whole castle was falling apart. It was a wonder they managed to hide in this place, he thought before his eyes connected with the man in front of him. Gabriel could vaguely remember the man’s name - Lloyd, wasn’t it? He remembered Angel’s friend crying for him - and memories of his crime infiltrated his head, making him shudder. If it weren’t such a dire situation, the guilt Gabriel felt would have consumed him, but he couldn’t let that happen, not right now. He took in the man standing in front of him, his black shirt crumbled and grey sweatpants dirty from dried blood an dust, his hair a mess and his eyes glaring with murdero

AngelicaI didn’t know where I was. With the white walls surrounding me and medical tools on a table next to me, I knew I was in some sort of hospital but where? One second I was in this weird bedroom, and Lu looked at me with murder in his eyes and the next Carla, and I was in this large hall resembling a cathedral.I felt a crippling stabbing pain shoot up my back, my sister’s comforting words fading in and out as building pressure in my head caused me to scream, reminding me that I was wheeled away with people shouting and my sister squeezing my hand tightly. “I-I c-can’t do this, Carla,” I sobbed as the pain rippled up my spine once again and an urge to push swirled through my stomach. Tears soaked the pillow under me as I leaned my head back.My sister gently wiped my tears away as someone, whom I assumed was a doctor, placed a hand on Carla’s shoulder before she spoke. “If we a

Gabriel  The world was foggy when he pried his eyes opened, a white glow seemed to blind him for a moment before his sight adjusted and his surroundings became clearer. A white ceiling above him greeted him, the glow of the light flickered for a second as he realized he was in a hospital bed. His thoughts were scattered as he slowly became more conscious of his situation and he wondered how he got there. He didn’t remember how he got here or who had helped him. He remembered how he crawled through the bloody hallway, agony encasing his entire body as he moved inch by inch but after collapsing it all goes blank from there. He had thought for sure that he was going to die and, if he were honest, he accepted that. He knew after everything that he had done he didn’t deserve to live. So, how did he get here?  He barely recollected the distant voices moments before he passed out and while he was lost

Max  The dark, eerie sky littered with gloomy dark clouds, a sad feeling settled in his stomach. The dim light from the moon caught his eye as he stood on a balcony high above and he thought about the Moon Goddess, why She chooses Werewolves mates, their destiny and if She would be angry if they were to choose their path, their ending? Although he knew that Werewolves and Lycan's shared some qualities, traits and genes, he knew the vast differences would make a Werewolf/Lycan pairing difficult. Werewolves have longer lifespans than humans though they have significantly shorter lifespans than Lycan's.   Lycan's were designed to live for around three or four hundred years, so the Royal family can rule without heirs being changed every 40/50 years. Werewolves were lucky if they could make it to a hundred- and fifty-years-old. The lifespan alone makes his stomach drop. Max wasn't sure why he was even

Angelica  My mother once scolded me with tears in her eyes when she pulled my tiny body away from a crumbling cliff. I remember that day so vividly, the way her face was a mixture of terror and fury. Growing up I never knew why, but her shaky, broken voice was glued to my memory and I have never forgotten what she yelled; "What would I do if I lost you!?" I never understood what she meant by that. I understand, now.  My head rested against car window as I watched the trees blurring in a dizzying speed. We were on our way to the airport, heading to Ireland to bury the family we've lost. Just the thought of it had the lump in my throat form again and the pit inside my stomach churn and threaten to bring up whatever small food I could consume before we left and the pain came back, leaving a foul taste in my mouth. It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't have to bury my family,