All Chapters of SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 31 ~Gabriel~

HERE I AM, SITTING ON THE EDGE OF Chloe's bed, holding her soft hand in mine. My thumb is moving in small, soothing circles on her smooth skin. Her chest rises and falls, almost like gentle waves on a tranquil shore, and I can just barely hear the faintest whisper of breath as it escapes her slightly parted lips. Even in sleep, her face bears a hint of sadness, a look that reminds me of a sorrowful princess from a storybook. Honestly, I feel like the bad guy in her story. The one who caused trouble and left destruction in his wake. Without warning, her eyelids begin to flutter, and a rush of panic surges through me, hitting me with the force of a shot of espresso. "Please, don't wake up," I beg silently, my muscles tensing up like an overstretched rubber band. I'm perched right by her bedside, face way too close to hers for comfort, especially considering what I did to her. The sight of my bite mark standing out on her skin like an ugly billboard screaming "GUILTY!" has me sweating

Last Updated : 2024-05-30

Chapter 32 ~Gabriel~

A NURSE STRIDES INTO THE ROOM, and I instantly feel some of the tension leaving my body. She's got this fiery red hair that's pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and a smile that could make even the grumpiest person crack a grin. Her white uniform crinkles as she moves, and there's this clean, sharp smell of disinfectant that seems to follow her around. As she starts getting to work on Chloe, poking and prodding her with injections, I have to turn away. I mean, the last thing I need right now is to get a glimpse of blood and have my inner vampire go crazy like a teenager at their first big concert. No, thank you! After the nurse sets up the IV drip, she gives us a quick nod and heads out of the room, her shoes making little squeaking on the linoleum floor, like a choir of excited mice. Just as the door closes, it reopens, and Winter and Scarlett burst in, their faces lit up with excitement. "Angel Gabriel!" they exclaim in unison, and I can't help but smile. Scarlett wraps me in a qu

Last Updated : 2024-06-01

Chapter 33 ~Vivaldi~

A BRIGHT WARMTH PRESSES against my eyelids, and as I pry them open, two giant boots come into view, like a pair of angry bulls staring me down. Before I can make sense of what's happening, a rough hand grabs me by the collar and lifts me off the ground as if I'm nothing but a stuffed toy. A groggy moan escapes my lips, but a sharp pain on my backside shocks me awake, and I howl like a coyote caught in a trap. Any trace of sleep vanishes as my eyes focus on the face of a man so red and furious, he could put a ripe tomato to shame. His bushy eyebrows merge into a single, menacing line above narrowed eyes, his round nose flaring with each angry breath, and his thick mustache bristling like an agitated hedgehog. My head snaps around, my eyes desperately taking in the familiar sights – I'm still in the bar! Guess I nodded off after helping myself to a hefty portion of the guy's liquor supply. No wonder he's angrier than a disturbed wasp nest! As the man proceeds to spank me with the f

Last Updated : 2024-06-02

Chapter 34 ~Casper~

THERE I AM, A FISH OUT OF WATER — or, more accurately, a Victorian-era kid in a modern high school. Trying to fit in with the humans feels as difficult as playing cricket with a cactus. But that’s an entirely different story. Finally, the school day ends. I sit in the back seat of a taxi, gazing out the window, lost in thoughts about Vivaldi. Suddenly, the car radio's dull hum becomes captivating — the kind of voice you’d stop and listen to even during a pie-eating contest. "Breaking news," the radio announces. My eyes widen in surprise since I’m not the type to get excited about news or technology — in fact, phones, TVs, and gadgets used to bore me, at least until I discovered Vivaldi watching the news. I've become a news junkie ever since that fateful day I discovered Vivaldi watching the news. If not for that, I'd be blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding in Shadowvale. Now, I'm hooked on every report, no matter how dull they seem. The reporter's smooth voice flows from the

Last Updated : 2024-06-04

Chapter 35 ~Vivaldi~

IT'S ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHEN the moon hangs big and round like a giant silver coin against the dark canvas of the sky. The cool night air prickles my skin as I lay sprawled on the empty road, gazing up at the glowing orb above. My arms and legs sweep across the rough asphalt, as if forming a snow angel on the chilly ground. My mind races like a cheetah, dreading the miserable time I'll soon face in that awful cave. Before locking myself away for a month of werewolf madness, I've got some last-minute errands to run for my growling stomach. Just as I'm about to get up, bright headlights light up the road, catching me in their glare. A car zooms towards me, its engine growling like an angry lion. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the impact. But instead of the painful collision, a loud SCREECH pierces the air as the car skids to a stop, just inches away from turning me into a vampire pancake. I let out a sigh of relief, but it's short-lived as the car door slams shut with a BANG. Hur

Last Updated : 2024-06-14

Chapter 36 ~Vivaldi~

CASPER'S VOICE THUNDERS through the cave. "WHERE IS FIONA?" he bellows, his demand reverberating off the cavern walls. I let out a sigh of relief—at least it's not the hunters!—before donning my best poker face. "Fiona? Who the heck is that?" I ask, feigning ignorance. Casper's eyes narrow, his icy gaze boring into me. "You don't wanna piss me off, Vivaldi," he warns, sounding like a low-budget mafia boss. Before I can come up with another clever retort, he whips out a shotgun, its polished metal glinting menacingly in the moonlight. "Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Snow Boy!" I yelp, alarm bells ringing in my head like a fire drill. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ignoring my protests, Casper proceeds to crack open the chamber of his shotgun with a dramatic flourish. The hinges creak, the sound echoing through the cave and sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm about to send you on a one-way trip to the underworld if you don't tell me where she is," Casper growls. My throat t

Last Updated : 2024-06-14

Chapter 37 ~Casper~

AS I STROLL UP TO FIONA'S HOUSE for the second time that day, I ring the doorbell and am greeted by Fiona's mom, her hair piled in a haphazard bun and the distinct aroma of charred lasagna permeating the air. "Well, hello there, Casper!" she exclaims, her eyes glittering with a blend of anticipation and mild desperation. "It's wonderful to see you again." I muster up a smile and nod, doing my best concerned-friend impersonation, all the while marveling at how this woman seems completely oblivious to her daughter's disappearance. She ushers me inside, practically radiating enthusiasm, and I can't shake the feeling that she's secretly hoping I'm Fiona's mysterious boyfriend. "Oh, Casper," she confides, "I'm so relieved Fiona has someone like you looking out for her. You know, I've been worried she might be... well... a lesbian! I mean, she never brings boys home, so I figured..." I do my best to keep my eyebrows from shooting up in surprise. This lady is really something, sharing her

Last Updated : 2024-06-15

Chapter 38 ~Casper~

I'M SEATED ON MY GRAND PIANO, which stands like a proud centerpiece in the living room, my fingers prancing and twirling over the gleaming keys. I can't help but feel that a musical spirit's taken hold of them, transforming my emotions into a symphony so sweet that even Beethoven would shed a tear. Beneath my feet, the pedals respond to my touch like obedient little puppies, eager to please. This piano, with its sleek curves and perfect keys, feels like it was custom-made for me – my very own music-making superhero suit. As my fingers keep dancing, my mind wanders back to the days when this old mansion was my personal prison, and the piano – then a creaky old geezer – was my only friend. But after Winter rescued me, my once Renaissance mansion got a facelift, magically transforming to blend in with houses of the modern world. And so did my piano. It received the ultimate upgrade. I can't help but smile at the memory of the piano's old, creaky self. Just as I'm completely lost in t

Last Updated : 2024-06-25

Chapter 39 ~Casper~

MY MIND RACES, THOUGHTS BOUNCING around my skull as I scramble for an answer. Then it hits me, pow! Right between the eyes – a lie. Not just any old fib, mind you, but one that might just throw her off my scent. "It's, uh… Jaja's party," I blurt out, trying my darnedest to sound convincing. I can almost feel my heart pounding. She looks at me, curiosity dancing in her deep blue eyes. Her long, curly hair bounces around her shoulders as she tilts her head. "Oh, really?" she asks, her voice soft. "And what's got you so riled up about that?" I shove my hand through my messy hair, feeling the soft strands squeeze through my fingers. "The thing is, it's tonight." I nod as I speak. Her shoulders droop, disappointment seeping from her pores. "I'm aware," she says, a hint of longing tainting her words. "But that can't be the only reason you're so worried, right?" A shiver tap-dances down my spine, as I realize the size of the whopper I'm about to serve up. It's a big one, and I can only h

Last Updated : 2024-06-30

Chapter 40 ~Casper~

STANDING ON FIONA'S PORCH, THE gentle breeze playfully caresses my face. Just as I'm about to raise my hand to knock, the door swings open, and there she is – Fiona in all her radiant glory. She's mesmerizing, her emerald dress shimmering in the soft glow of the streetlights. Without her glasses, she's like a living, breathing Tinkerbell, exuding a delicate charm that's impossible to ignore. Her usually wild mane is now tamed into an elegant French braid, accentuating her striking cheekbones and petite jawline. "You look beautiful," I blurt out, unable to contain my admiration. My voice comes out huskier than intended. Her gaze travels up and down my suit, and her eyes crinkle with amusement, as if she's trying to hold back a laugh. "You clean up pretty well yourself," she shoots back. "But you're late, mister," she says. I fight the urge to run my fingers through my hair. Instead, I stroke my chin thoughtfully, desperately searching for a plausible excuse. No way could I tell

Last Updated : 2024-07-02

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