All Chapters of Sweet Evil Fangs: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I heard a familiar voice calling my name: “Natasha…Natasha…” I searched the surroundings, trying to pinpoint where it came from."N-Nathan?" I knew it was him, but I couldn't see anything. The space was a circle of darkness. I couldn't tell if I was trapped in a small room or a vast, endless pit, but either way, it felt like something was pulling me down."Nathan, where are you?!" Anxiety tightened its grip. I felt his presence nearby. I tried to grasp for something—anything—but I tripped, landing face-first on the floor with a groan of pain. My heart hammered wildly, and my head spun every time I moved. I tried to move forward, but an unseen force dragged me back, pinning me in place.“Natasha.”My eyes widened when I felt him behind me. I spun around, and our gazes locked. His eyes were utterly captivating, the kind you could lose yourself in. My heart pounded as if I'd been sprinting.“I miss you, dear.” The movement and curve of his lips every time he spoke felt like a physical pul

I woke up to a slimy sensation. Someone was licking my face. I instinctively turned and pushed the thing away, only to feel the repulsive, wet substance on my palm. I opened my eyes, letting out a low groan as the realization hit me: it was saliva.“Yuck…” I muttered under my breath. My gaze swept the room until it locked onto a pair of enthralling eyes that stirred a wild, feral feeling in my stomach and a sudden, unwelcome calm in my mind.Then, the memories flooded back. The assault. The near-death experience. The shadow of a man who walked toward me and transformed into a wolf. I didn't know exactly what had happened afterward, but the scent on my hands told me the attacker was now in a very bad place.“You’re not permitted to be touched by anybody, except me. I’m the one who will end your life.” The voice was low and commanding. He stood and walked, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes monumental in their intensity. I bit my inner cheek, refusing to speak. He had spared my

I could feel my lungs tightening as I fought to catch my breath. My legs shook, muscles screaming as I dashed away from the maniacs. I kept my gaze fixed on my path, ignoring the sexual, derisive jeers echoing behind me.“Help me!”“We just want to play!” Their sniggers echoed off the dark road. Surely someone heard us! Was the neighborhood deaf? I had been frantically screaming for help until my voice gave out. I was exhausted, weak, battered—all I wanted was to collapse onto my bed.I didn’t know where I was going. Every few steps, I stumbled, panicking as I tried to regain my footing, my legs like dead weight. I glanced over my shoulder; they were gaining on me. Looking forward, I tried to trick them by abruptly turning into a narrow alleyway. I hugged the walls, pushing myself forward, desperate to escape their hawking gaze.“N-No…”This couldn't be happening! My frantic run slammed to a stop as I was confronted by a towering brick wall, blocking any further escape. I nearly cried

I knew I was the reason he died.I struggled to breathe. Someone accidentally glanced my way, and I flinched. My behavior probably made me look like the prime suspect.I turned around, shaking my head to clear the thoughts that whirled too fast. I bumped into other students moving the opposite way. I didn't want to listen to their worried chatter; I knew enough. I had locked eyes with the killer from the very beginning.I knew he was a serial killer, but the thought of Chris—the guy he looked up to—suddenly attacking him and turning into a werewolf, the memory of him just hanging in his room... it must have been traumatizing up to his last breath. I keep my hands from shuddering. But before I could take another step, someone clamped a grip on my elbow.“No.” I tried to pry away from his grasp, but he wouldn't let me go. I looked around, desperately searching for help, but everyone was preoccupied with the case of Chris’s sudden “suicide,” which I knew was a slaughter masked as tragedy.

I woke up from a sweet smell that was corrupting my nostril. I let out a prolonged yawn while squinting my eyes. I look at my surroundings, trying to identify where I am. My brain is still under maintenance while still processing what’s happening. When I looked down and saw my bare breasts, I remembered everything.   I sat up straight, and my heart was pounding crazy while caressing my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this. Am I still alive? I mean yeah, I’m alive, but I know I was supposed to die when Ethan stopped me. I froze on my spot when I recollected what happened between us.   I gulp when I touch my lips, tracing it down to my neck. When I pull up down there, I felt an agonizing sore between my legs. My lips parted when I tried to get up, but useless. He went delirious last night as if it’s the last thing he will do on earth. I couldn’t drawback up with his speed until I passed out.   Oh god, that's so embarrassing. I