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Anger. I felt the urge to retaliate, to split his whole body into two. But just then, I remembered that would be the dumbest thing to do right here in the open. Charlie says not to ever get noticed. He'd said "not everybody loves to have werewolves lurking around the neighborhood""Patrick! What is wrong with you?!"I heard boots urgently skating towards me and a second later, she's kneeling before me and grabbing my arm. I'm forced to look up at her but all I see is her hairs as she's turning towards scumbag and saying "do you always have to do this Patrick?""Get away from there, kitty" he yelled."No! You get away from me, okay?" She snapped. She pulled at my arm and I let her lift me off the floor.She starts pulling at my arm and dragging me towards a store.The moment we stepped into the dimly lit room, I smelled the reeking odor of native medicines all over the room. Even though I wasn't hurt at all, I let her lead me to a booth around the corner of the packed room. Heads snap

Alessia.The Winters were known for over centuries before my existence of its strict principles. We were known as the werewolf hunters. While my great great great grandfather invented the wolf hunting system decades ago and termed himself the wolf slayer, he had left his empire in the hands of sons after sons, daughters after daughters.My grandfather, Gregory Winters had left most of the family traditions to my mother who happened to be his first child and his succeeding heir. My mother was a strong woman and obviously the apple of her father's eye. While Gregory had retired from most of his work, now staying up in Denver, completely trusting this whole thing to his children, it's only right to think he's living the dream.My mother, being the first child and irrespective of gender had inherited her father's hunting empire, taking over many of his positions. My grandfather had built this mansion and it had remained a safe den for the extended family. Even when the daughters gets marr

I sat behind the desk, peering into the computer in front. Alessia. The name remained a constant reminder of something, something that kept popping up in my head. And I just knew I had to meet her again. I didn't care what I had to do.I went on Facebook, trying to get to know more about her. Of course, when I typed Alessia, asides getting the spelling wrong severally, I got several people with the same name. It was frustrating. Just when I thought of giving up the search, Alessia Winters pops up in front of the screen. And I knew it had to be her instantly.Alessia Winters.I clicked on her profile and alas, the image of this woman on the displayed picture. She had her brown hairs in a ponytail, her shirt bearing the design of horizontal black and white strips, its ends tucking into a pale blue jeans rim. She has a smile on her perfectly pink lips, her eyes seeming much smaller as she smiled into the camera. At the corner end of her lip was a deepening point, like a little dimple. S

"Why are we driving this bus to school again?" I asked again."Because, Collin, we can't go running off to school everyday with our super running abilities" Seth replied, earning a nod from Rodger."Okay, okay. Fine!. Whatever. " I replied."Now, " Rodger pounced on me, his hand falling over my shoulder and tucking me against him "tell me about today at school"I flipped him off my shoulder and made a super run into the house. The instant I appeared inside the sitting room, I came across Ester who had a bowl in her hands, apparently on her way to the kitchen."Wow!" she stops on track to steady the bowl on her hand. "Watch it Collin.""I'm sorry" I apologized, trying to find a stool to help myself with.Since moving to this place a couple of weeks ago, I've never really had a conversation with Ester. She knew I was completely against moving here in the first place and she wasn't aware that I actually started settling here. And that I met someone. Not that Alessia was someone I wanted

I quickly took a shower and dressed up in a yellow stripped white tank top and a faded blue pegged jeans. For the past months, I've been having trouble getting into my skinny jeans. I always manage to pull them up my thighs and then they stop right below my butt area. The wider ones fits after I've done a series of jumping for them to go over my butt but I can't do that anymore. The size of my butt has been increasing rapidly for the past months and I've developed a likeness for my other jeans like the mom jeans, boyfriend jeans and pegged jeans. They're easier for me to wear even though they still pretty much accentuated my butt size and hips curves. Not that I didn't enjoy the feeling though.I pulled my hair back into a low ponytail and grabbed my bag. I walked down the stairs to meet Patrick. He walks us out after bidding my mom goodbye before we got into his car and he drove out.I remained silent and looked straight to the road at the front as he drove out of our property and in