Lenora"Hey, you," Killian chuckled, his footsteps echoing on the path. "You've been acting like a ninja all afternoon."I plastered a fake smile on my face. In his outstretched arm, he held a cone of ice cream. I thanked him and he grinned, dropping his hand over my shoulder possessively."Be my muse," he dragged me along, making me pose for photographs. "Get your butt in gear.""Come on, Killian," I groaned, dragging my feet while he led me under an oak tree. Killian kept snapping photos of me as if there was no tomorrow. CJ however was fuming. The lines around his mouth became sharpened, eyes narrowing in anger. For a second, I panicked and began to sweat profusely. The moment his eyes met mine, the anger slipped away, replaced by something warmer - his famous half-smile that made me forget every single reason not to fall for him.To avoid Killian suspecting anything, I behaved myself and stayed away from CJ, while CJ kept sending me angry emojis that made me laugh. I could see

Lenora The room was a mess after CJ and Killian were bundled out. Jovita's makeup mirror was shattered, the hair dryer broken, perfume bottles shattered, and my desk chair upturned. I bowed my head in humiliation, my bottom lip trembling as I burst into uncontrollable tears. "Lenora, please take a deep breath. Don't cry," Linda pleaded. "My video... Sex video... Do you know what this means? My life is fucking over!" "Oh, Len, " Linda sighed, staring helplessly at me. I wanted to hide, or even die. My thoughts were shattered. Without getting paid, my nakedness was on display for everyone to see. "Listen, Len. I know this is cliche but this isn't the end of the world," Linda begged me, trying to lift me from the floor. "It's not available in the public domain." "Yet," I reminded her, bawling my eyes out. Linda sighed, a sad look in her gaze. Then she rushed to get a broom to sweep up the mirror particles strewn about, thanks to Killian and CJ who fought like mad beasts. "H

Lenora Fueled by anger, my dad clenched his fists, aggressively swerving through the mild, afternoon traffic. "Get the fuck out of the road, you coffin dodger!" He pounded his hands on the steering wheel and honked aggressively at an old man behind the wheels of a Ford Mustang who merged into our lane without care. He was so furious in an alarming manner that made me shrink into my seat without daring to meet his gaze and hoped we didn't end up in the hospital."I can't believe what you've done," he kept repeating. "I'm so ashamed and disappointed. Where are the values I instilled in you?"My shoulder slumped and I bit my lower lip to stop myself from bursting into tears. All my life, I've never given him reasons to be ashamed of me. His hurtful condemnation hurt more than a thousand slaps across the face. I felt like a failure for causing this reaction from him."You know what's fucked up? I thought that bastard, CJ, was a good man. I opened my home to a screwup, a backstabber, an

Lenora A flash of wild grief ripped through me as I collapsed on my bed after drawing the heavy curtains and looking away from the untouched plate of fish and chips on the nightstand. The misery of CJ being a werewolf shocked me to the core, haunting me. The only sound was the occasional sniffle that escaped my trembling lips. My dad wasn't angry as much, instead, he had a sincere concern for me, desiring to help me get over CJ and pleading with me to get over him. A slight shiver made me tremble when he suggested earlier that CJ may have infected me with werewolf blood. I became scared shitless and even Googled the consequences of having sex with a werewolf to get an accurate prediction about what it would lead up to, and how fast I could die. There were no records available and so here I was, laying in this empty bedroom in this empty house with a sickening sense of terror eating away at my insides. Raindrops tapped gently against the window pane, and I pulled the thick co

CJA low groan escaped my lips as I faced the bare walls which had faint outlines of where picture frames used to hang. Lenora's call disturbed my thoughts. I had to conquer my natural reaction of rushing to Eldridge to kill that bastard, Killian.But before her call came in, Mariselle and I were painstakingly selecting the items to pack and deciding which to leave behind, gathering boxes and wrapping them up with tape and bubble wrap because I felt staying here was a mistake. After the call, I stood behind my daughter, thinking through a haze of confusion. Mariselle, who was taking down the photographs from the wall and wrapping them in protective materials, stopped when she noticed I wasn't dismantling our furniture."Dad, what tragedy has befallen you?" she pursed her lips, her gray eyes boring into mine. My mouth twisted in a sad half-smile and I turned away. "It's nothing." She sighed with exaggeration, watching me with a critical squint. "Wow, the master of pretense has arr