Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love Bites: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I've always wondered what it was like living life outside religion and family, having the freedom to just be.It was the same story every day, being told what to wear, how to sit, how to speak... it was only a matter of time before they dictated when to breathe.I was in a room full of people, and yet my heart and spirit were not there. It was time for praise and worship, the congregation at large was praying as if competing with the piano man; and I just stood there, not knowing what to say because my dreams were out of reach. We are told to pray to God and speak what is in our hearts, but in the eye of the church, what I wanted was against our belief.What was so bad about wanting to be my own person, to want to see the world and meet different people? What was so wrong about wanting to breathe different air away from this place?My phone vibrated in my purse, and I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to me, but they were all praying.'Meet me outside.'

His hands flew to his face and his face morphed into a horrified expression when he realised he no longer had his shades, and his amber eyes swept across the room in search of his sunglasses. My heart was beating in my throat as I watched him pace around, and all I could think was, his eyes are glowing an almost-red orange. That was not normal. He found them under the towels on the bed and then rushed to the bathroom, coming out with his sweater, and he headed straight for the door. "Silas, wait!" I curled my toes as my feet landed on the cold tiles, and I paddled to the door before he could get there, blocking his way as I stood with my back against the door. "Yvonne, get out of my way," he said in a broken voice, not meeting my eyes even though he had retreated to wearing sunglasses. "Yvonne." There was warning in his voice, and I should probably have listened, but I didn't. "When I saw you wearing glasses earlier, I thought maybe your

It is said that non-believers only call upon God’s name when they are in serious trouble. Well, I went to church literally seven days a week, but I doubt He would save me right now, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’ve been a very bad girl in the last twenty-four hours. I've just been in enough situations to know when, or not God chooses to show up and show off. The temperature in the room dropped instantly, and I felt the hair at the back of my neck rise. I felt like I was being watched and I didn’t dare turn around, I reached for my phone and ran for the door, calling Esra as soon as I was out of the house. Not even an hour later, she sped into the compound and got out of the car, pulling me into a hug. “I couldn’t hear you on the phone, you were saying a lot of things at once, are you okay?” She asked worriedly while inspecting my face for any injuries. “What happened?” I didn’t have a single scratch on me, but I was shaken. “I

Two lines. I couldn't stop crying and haven't attempted to move from where I was seated on the floor. Two weeks had passed since the entire ordeal at the resort, and since then, I've never even once thought about it. It never happened. That's what I kept telling myself, I pushed it to the back of the closet, never to be opened again. Esra never brought it up, neither did I. It was all a dream, and I guess I convinced myself that was true. But Flo had a completely different story. In case anybody wondered, Flo was an app I used to keep track of my period, and as it was, my period was late by two days. I don't remember much about that night, but I don't remember finding a used condom the following morning either. Why didn't it ever occur to me? How could I be so reckless? My mother was going to kill me. "I am not pregnant, I am not pregnant, I am not pregnant," I chanted, rocking back and f

It felt like deja vu when I opened my eyes, my head pounding from all the thoughts of that night. It was as if someone had opened the kraal and invited the bulls to stomp in my head. I heard voices speaking harshly, and I remembered where I was. I was in Silas' bedroom, in his bed. "I don't understand why you won't allow me to save her, she could be dying." "Cas, she just fainted." "She looks so pale, I can help her." "Or kill her!" Esra grounded. Anger bubbled in my chest, and I wished I could leave without them seeing me. I sat up, feeling slightly dizzy. I waited for the fuzziness to dissipate, and then got off the bed and put my shoes on. "She's awake." I heard Silas say. The door opened and they both walked in. "You are finally awake," Esra said with a wavering smile. "As you can see. I found what I came looking for, and now I'm going home." "Yvonne, can we talk about this? It is not what you