Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated to love you: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

It was official, we were going clubbing, and my roomate was a big club freak. She has introdced herself as Lola and gotten right into action after her victorious laughter. I agreed to go clubbing before I even iknew her name! Really!! My roommate was also officially a talkative, she kept going around the room talking excitedly about how much fun we would have and how glad she was that I was coming along, she was doing all this while simultaneously throwing ridiculously short dresses on me to try on. I had a slightly slimmer frame so she made sure to give me her slimmest and shortest dresses to try on and after about five try ons I camme to the conclusion that she just liked flashing her female parts because what? These dresses were tinyyyy. And I'm not even exagerrating here. “Is everything you own this skimpy” I gave her a polite smile, hiding my mortification. for someone I only met today we were getting along just fine How many times had I had that thought now? It was even better

I stumbled into the club with my shaky legs wobbling, breathing like a volcano had erupted in my lungs; I didn't know how I got there or anything that happened after that loud howl and that voice… I continued running, yeah but I didn't know how my legs carried me here too; despite the fatigue I felt and the narrow escape from those whose hands touched my skin, I didn't know anything. All I knew was that I somehow managed to get into the club and somehow walk into the toilet without passing out. I stayed standing there at one end of the toilet for a few minutes, trying to control my breathing and make sese of everything that happened in the past hour. When the toilet door opened and my eyes met Lola's worried eyes, my legs finally gave away. I collapsed unto the floor in the least dramatic way I could, but ofcpurse it was still dramatic enough for Lola to scurry over at once. “ Oh my God, Fiona, where have you been? I have been worried sick” She hurried over to my side; her breath sm

After climbing into my bed with the note or card still in my hands and wondering what to make of it, There was fear and a little bit of an alarmed feeling but I decided to be angry. Did I ask them to not be cautious of the surroundings when in meeting? Who was I even going to rat out to? Did I ask for the suspicious activities that took place? Did I ask to walk in on them? And if Whoever sent this message, if L or whatever he called himself and his annoyingly sexy bliue eyes had no plans on ever meeting me Why did he keep sending me these letters? And I am the one taunting him? On one end I was scaced because it seemed like I had been figured out, They must already know who I am and must be tracking me down or not? And that voice that told them to stop, that voice that sounded like the one I heard back then at Mac’s house, could it be possible? Of course it could but why would he save me a second time? And why send me this letter? Was it a threat? Did he only save me to threaten me t

Everything was clear to me; It made sense now that he drove all the way and waited outside my lecture hall for me. It was no coincidence or fairytale. Of course he had known I was the one at the club that night. They were discussing something that must be so important that it made him drive all the way down here to threaten me. There were no puzzles as regarding Mac’s statement to me, and as I walked back to the hostel, I knew I had to really keep my mouth shut. But who was I going to tell? Or was this because I briefly told Lola? I placed my hand on my forehead and sighed in frustration. Yes. He had seen me that night, of course. Who was I kidding? Even if by some chance he had not seen me, he could smell me ofcourse, I had underestimated his wolf abilities by going there in the first instance and Mac was not generous enough to forgive that or to remain quiet about it. Was he even any generous? Just minutes ago he sounded and looked like if it had been left to him I would have face

My breathing came out very fast and shaky, I stepped back immediately, wondering if there was really someone behind the door. I was freaked out by the occurrence and a bit shaken by the thought that there might be danger looming ahead which I had not planned for and so I was unprepared but soon a gust of wind blew and the door quaked with squeaky hinges. I realized it had just been a faulty door all along, I looked back at the impatient cab driver who honked loudly and pleaded for a little more time with my hands before pushing the door open with my legs and stepping inside. The whole place was full of cobwebs, it was lining the cracked roof to the dusty floor and, it looked like no one had been here for months or even years so at that point I should have turned and walked back out but instead,I wanted to venture further, I turned on the flash light on my phone and decided to explore. What was the worst that could happen? The door closed behind me, and I jumped again in fear as dust