“You had no fucking rights! Who the hell do you think you are?”   “I am your owner, Juliet.” He growled in a deep voice. His face became a mask of rage and fury.   “I don’t belong to you,” I spat. “Go to hell, Donovan.”   I started walking away, leaving it captured. I ran all the way home, locking all the entrances. I didn’t want to see it, not now. Even if his intentions were good, even if he wanted to help me.   I knew I was being a bit irrational, but my feelings were running high. I felt on the brink, as if I was about to be defeated. I didn’t like feeling like this, I didn’t want to feel like this.   “Damn,” I yelled in frustration.   “Wow, what a very warn welcome,” I heard a voice behind me.   My instincts screamed of danger. That voice was not known. Had someone broken into the house?   I turned over my spot s

“What should I bring?” I asked, defeated.   “Only what is necessary. We’ll buy a few things on the way, ”he said.   I got up from the couch, unwilling. Maybe I didn’t have too many belongings. I would just pack a few clothes and prized items. The rest would surely end up looted when they noticed that no one was home.   I entered the room, looking at everything with love and nostalgia. We never had a lot of money, but we were happy. My father worked and my mother always stayed at home.   When the children began to arrive, the place became too small for everyone. Mom always insisted on moving us to another place, a safer one.   But my father always had a weakness for alcohol. The money was not enough. Go to other place? It sounded impossible.   Our childhood, however, was happy. My mother loved to bake and was gleaning selling her breads and sweets. The laughs

Donovan. I took the necessary documents with me. I knew he didn’t really need them, but it was better to do things legally. In addition, I knew exactly who to contact to expedite the procedures.    I left high school, a little upset. I didn’t like thinking about all the work my girl had to do. And much less seeing that she had people who could help.    And they did not.    I asked the phone in the truck.    “Who’s speaking?” I heard a shrill voice ask.    “The boy of your dreams,” I replied.    “Donovan.” Estelle smiled, even though I coul

The journey was slow and tedious. The minutes felt like hours, while the hours felt like days. I can’t deny that giving the brats mobile devices didn’t help, on the contrary, it made the nightmare just a bad dream.   There was only forest to be seen everywhere. My siblings got distracted by the phones Donovan got them. Jake and Julia watched a movie together, while Justin reviewed each app carefully and curiously. I, on the other hand, refused to touch it. I didn’t want to use something that Donovan bought without my consent.   I didn’t feel overly communicative. Everyone in the car noticed. Luckily for me, my siblings knew it was best not to get too upset when I was that way. Even Jake and Julia, who were so awful that there was no way to stop them, were silent, watching their animated movie.   We took a few stops to go to the bathroom and another to dine on the sandwiches that Justin had been in charge of making. My st

Donovan.  Letting Juliet sleep was a bit of a hassle for me. After all, vampires didn’t sleep. I was nervous about having her here in my home. I grew up in this castle and everyone who lived here was loyal to me, however, that did not calm my anxiety.   “Sir.” The maid bowed, she was short with dark hair. I was nervous about what she would have to tell me. “Your guest rooms are empty.”    I was in my office. I was expecting a visitor, so I hadn’t moved from my spot. Only people could interrupt me when I was here, with a few exceptions. Like the one where my guests disappeared from their rooms.    “Hey. How empty?” I asked, feeling concern wash over me.    I had chosen this castle because I trusted every one o