Eden Monroe. I found myself, running through a dark, twisted forest. The gnarled trees seemed to close in around me, their twisted spiny branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. I could hear the sounds of rustling leaves and snapping twigs all around me, and I knew that something was chasing me- something monstrous and otherworldly. Something deadly. As I ran, my heart pounded in my chest and my breath came in short, ragged gasps. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face and the ache in my legs as I stumbled and fell repeatedly on the harsh, unforgiving ground.But no matter how far I ran, I couldn't escape the sounds of pursuit. I heard the pounding of footsteps behind me and the snarling of something feral and hungry. I turned towards the direction, and that's when I saw them - a pack of wolves, their eyes glowing brightly in the darkness as they circled around me.I tried to run, but my legs would not obey my commands. The wolves closed in around me, their fangs bared and

Eden Monroe. I bolted upright, my heart racing as I tried to catch my breath. The dream had been so vivid, so terrifying. In it, I had been surrounded by a loving couple, feeling their warm embrace and basking in their affection. I was living peacefully, not having issues and I didn't think of anything that was happening. But then, everything had taken a dark turn, and I had found myself face to face with my family members who had been taken from me so violently - my sisters Bree and Anastasia, and my father, Charles."Why did you let us die, Eden?" My sister's voice taunted me, filled with bitterness and accusation."No, no, it wasn't my fault," I protested, my voice trembling with fear and sorrow."Of course it was," my second sister chimed in, her voice cold and unforgiving. "You could have saved us. But you didn't.""I wasn't there Ana! I didn't know this was going to happen to anyone! I'm sorry for everything." I begged profusely. Then I felt my father's hand close around my ne

Eden Monroe. I was numb, my mind racing as I tried to process the shocking revelation that Dorian had just dropped on me. Everything I had ever known to be true about my family was a lie. My parents, the ones who had raised me from birth, were not my real parents. My sisters, whom I had grown up with and loved, were not my sisters at all. And now, to top it all off, I discovered that my real parents were part of the supernatural world.The weight of it all was suffocating, and I felt as if I was drowning in a sea of emotions. Confusion, anger, and disbelief battled for dominance within me, leaving me feeling adrift and unsure of what to believe. How could I have been so blind for so long?As I struggled to make sense of it all, a single word kept echoing in my mind: "supernatural." It was a word that brought with it a whole host of images - werewolves, vampires, witches, and other creatures of the night. It was a world that I had always thought was just a figment of someone's imagina

Eden Monroe. As I lay on my bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as if something was lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce. The room felt suffocating, and I longed for a breath of fresh air.I got up from the bed and walked over to the window, opening it wide. The cool air rushed in, bringing with it the faint scent of pine trees and damp earth. I leaned my head out, letting the wind ruffle my hair and cool my heated skin.But even the refreshing breeze couldn't calm my racing thoughts. Dorian's words echoed in my mind, taunting me with their implications. Was it really possible? Could I really be a supernatural being, like he said?I shook my head, trying to dispel the doubts and fears that were threatening to overwhelm me. I knew I had to face this head-on, no matter how daunting it may seem.With a newfound determination, I closed the window and turned to face the room once more. I squared my shoulders, ready to face whatever may come my way.With a heavy

Eden Monroe. I walked away from Dorian's embrace, my heart racing and my cheeks flushed. I could still feel the heat of his touch on my skin and the electricity of his lips on mine. As I made my way to the room, my thoughts were consumed with the intensity of the moment. I was thinking like a pure slut. Entering my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, my breaths coming in short gasps. I couldn't believe what had just happened between me and Dorian. It was like a dream come true, but at the same time, it felt like a forbidden pleasure.My mind was in turmoil as I sat on the edge of my bed. I wondered what Dorian was thinking and feeling at that moment. Was he experiencing the same intensity as I was? I knew I had to talk to him, but I didn't know how to approach the topic.Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Eden, are you okay?" It was Dorian's voice, and it sent shivers down my spine."Y-yes, I'm fine," I stuttered, my voice barely abov