She laughed. Again. Shirley's stomach was beginning to hurt from how much she was laughing. She had never laughed as much as she was laughing at that moment, in her entire life. No one had ever made her laugh so much. At that moment, she was at peace. She wasn't thinking about anything. She was happy. Genuinely happy. They were in the VIP section of a five star English restaurant. In fact, it was just the two of them in the whole VIP section because Shirley had booked the whole room. She didn't want to have to deal with any drama... Maxwell watched her as he swirled his glass of juice. He knew that Shirley Blakes was a beauty but at that moment, when she laughed, he couldn't help but think that he had underestimated her beauty. She was simply breathtaking that he was having a hard time focusing. His heart was a fluttering mess. His mind filled with only wild thoughts of her. How he just wanted to stand up and scoop her into his arms, and then crash his lips onto hers and kiss her bre

Later that evening, Shirley was lying on her stomach in the garden outside their apartment. The garden was well adorned with lillies, hibiscus, roses and daisies. Shirley had single handedly nurtured every flower in the garden. Gardening made her feel close to her late mother somehow _ her mother had loved gardening too. A novel was in front of where Shirley was lying. Occasionally, she would look up at the sky, to admire its beauty. It was a full moon that night. Millions of stars like tiny speckles of dust littered the sky. It was indeed a sight to behold. There was just one thing that Shirley liked about the bomb her father had dropped early that morning. Aside from the fact that she was going to be homeschooled and be literally under house arrest, Maxwell was going to be moving into the apartment for the meantime. Shirley had found out earlier that day from Maxwell himself, after she had wrapped up all her lectures for the day. A room had already been arranged for him and he ha

Shirley helped Maxwell clean up after dinner, and then while he moved around the house ensuring that all the doors and windows were locked, and the security system and alarm was in place, she went through her email. He joined her in the sitting room when he was done, he took a seat across her. She spared him a quick glance when he stepped in, and then she returned her gaze to her laptop in front of her. She finished going through her email a few minutes later and closed the laptop. Maxwell's eyes were glued onto the television in front of them, it was the business news channel playing at the time. "You know where my dad went to right? You know what he is doing? Please tell me, is he in any danger? What exactly is going on? He seemed pretty tense earlier today, it was hard not to notice..." she suddenly spoke. Her voice shook and when he turned to stare into her eyes, he saw the fear playing in them. She sighed softly. "He never tells me anything, whether it is what he is doing or w

"Was there another incident in the lab?" Max asked the person on the other line in a hushed voice. What greeted his ears was silence, compelling his blood to boil. "I just asked you a question! F**king answer me!" he screamed. He could hear the heartbeats of the person on the other line pound faster and he scoffed. "It… They…" the person on the other line stuttered. "Do you realize how big of a mess things are right now? You gave your word to keep things under control!" Max went on, obviously in a rage. Only the person's unsteady breathing could be heard. With a sigh, Max hung up. ****** "Good afternoon," he greeted the young lady that had just stepped into his office. Her dark hair was stylishly short and had a tinge of purple embedded in it. Her eyes were violet and she had a sly smile playing on her lips as she placed the box she was carrying on the table, and then sat down across Mr Blakes. "Is this it?" he asked, referring to the box on his table. "You bet," she said and s

"Come on, let me take you somewhere," Maxwell said and started to bring Shirley down, as gently as he possibly could. After making sure she was standing properly, he picked up one of the two helmets on the motorbike and put it on her. Then he put the other one on himself and both of them got into the motorbike. He made sure her hands were firmly wrapped around his waist before he started the motorbike and they drove away. **** Sitting in a dimly lit room were two men. Mr Blakes Lucas took a sip of water and placed the cup back on the table. "So a werewolf had killed my wife?" he asked and the other man nodded. He was the person they called the hunter. He was a fair skinned man who looked almost fifty. His grey hair told that much. He had grey eyes too but he had quite a fit body build and didn't exactly look old in his body. "Your wife's death was an unfortunate incident. I am so sorry," the hunter said. "I just want justice, that is all," Mr Blakes said. "And Justice you will