Shirley was quiet for a while as her brain tried to register the new information she had just heard. So witches exist too? It made her wonder how much more supernatural and mystical creatures, all thought to be folklores, actually existed. "Wow!" she muttered after a while, clearly appalled, and then her eyes fell to the wristwatch on her right wrist. "It is already dawn!" she exclaimed, her eyes darting towards Amelia who was now standing on her feet. "It is already dawn," Amelia repeated, her voice almost a quiet whisper. "So, umm, did I turn or not?" Shirley heard herself asking, It had been one of the many questions that had played in her head as soon as she had come to and had seen herself in this place. "Why, you would have loved to turn and perhaps have me take a picture of you as a wolf so you could see for yourself how wolf you look like?" Amelia asked, intending to be sarcastic but surprisingly, Shirley nodded her head in affirmation to her question, compelling Amelia to

Shirley stayed in her father's embrace for a few more minutes before she pulled away from him. "I should go get ready for school," she muttered, rising. He gave her a light nod. She started to leave but he called her name, "Shirley," and she halted, turning to him. "Are you by any chance intimately involved with that Maxwell Conat?" he asked and she swallowed, his question had sure taken her by surprise. "Ummm… I," she didn't know what to say. Judging by the conversation she had overheard between Max and her dad just the previous day, she wasn't sure if her dad approved of her being with Max or not. But then, hadn't he been the one to propose that they get engaged in the first place. She smirked. "Shouldn't we be? Considering you wanted us to get engaged, remember?" she replied, a hidden taunt in her voice. "About that…" Mr Blakes' voice trailed off and he heaved in a deep breath. "I don't even know if I want that anymore," he said and she sighed softly. Maybe he hadn't found ou

Shirley first gave Amelia an incredulous look, and then drew a sharp breath before moving towards the car. When she got to it, she passed the smiling Amelia a quick glance before she proceeded to bend her body slightly, both her hands stretched out and reaching under the car to grip on it, and then she started to lift it, her eyes widening in shock as the car was lifted to the air easily. She turned to Amelia, excitement dancing in her eyes as she slowly put the car back down. It dropped down with a thud and Amelia frowned, rushing towards the car to check if any damage had been done to it. "It wouldn't kill you to be careful… Want to damage my car!" she exclaimed as she moved from one part of the car, to the other, checking it out frantically. "Says the girl who asked me to lift the car in the first place! And let's not forget, you did just throw a dagger at me!" Shirley retorted, glaring at Amelia. She really just didn't get the girl. She was frustrating as hell. Helpful yeah. But

The duo, that is Shirley's father and Amelia ended their laughter as soon as Shirley's figure came into their view. Shirley's gaze first moved and rested on her father but she quickly averted her gaze from him to Amelia, not even returning the smile he offered her. She couldn't help but be surprised. Her father seldom laughed. She could count the number of times he had laughed since they lost her mother, his wife, with one hand. So what exactly had Amelia shown to him to make him laugh like he was doing until just a second ago? She couldn't help but be curious. Her eyes moved from Amelia to her father again, his face still had traces of laughter. "Hey dad, you were not home when I got back home yesterday so I assumed you were out of the country. You must have come back home this morning," Shirley said as she took a seat across where the duo were sitting together on a two-seater sofa. Although she was curious, she decided not to voice out her curiosity just yet. It was best she first

For the umpteenth time, Shirley squinted her eyes at the redhead standing in front of her, and then she moved her eyes to the paparazzi that the redhead had brought along with her as per Loretha's order. Not too far from where the paparazzi stood were the make-up artist, fashion designer and hair stylist that usually worked with Shirley. "Your fans haven't heard from you in quite a while. It will only be a short video shoot I promise, you just have to follow the script," Monique had a pained expression on her face as she tried to convince Shirley to do what Loretha had ordered. Shirley had no problem doing the short video shoot for her fans, it was a normal end of the week routine, what she had problems with was the fact that Monique's heart had jumped the moment she had stepped into the sitting room earlier, after being told by her maid Eva that her personal assistant Monique was around. Why had her heart jumped the moment she saw her? Was it anxiety? Guilt? Or was Monique just mere