บททั้งหมดของ Blood and Ashes: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I put my pair of glasses right back on before the door swung open.“Miss B strolled into my bedroom, giving it a proper survey before her eyes landed on me, taking some seconds to analyze me.“Now, girl, you're damn looking suspicious; spill the tea this minute.” She stood beside the bed, towering over me.“I'm fine, aunt.” I let out a little chuckle. A nervous one I drew my hands to the edge of my head warmer, tugging on it.“Are you sure you've not been talking to yourself since I got out of here?” She knows that I do too?“Yeah…well, it's a usual thing for me to talk to the walls since you're now either at work or resting for your night shift.”I have to give her something to think about, even if she would see me as the usual weird child.She sighs, "Girl, you know how it is for your Dad and I, we're sorry.""That's okay, I could manage myself." Truly I could, I am right now.“Uh, I'm starving. Please, let me have my food.” I stretched out my hands, wanting her to end the hangin

I feel so devasted by the pile of mess I was becoming.I never planned to surface my situation. I've always tried to mask my health with a bright beaming smile.All day, with every rising sun, I told myself I was gonna make it somehow.When I bled out more blood, I hoped was gonna get well someday When I would look at my reflection in the mirror and see the well-detailed line of my ribs through my lean flesh, I hoped I was gonna get well someday.Just as long as I still had my legs.I had gone bald due to the chemoradiotherapy that seemed less effective, but the feeling of hope still lingered.I kept battling incessantly with weakness that clouded my sense and it filled my body with the urge to die.But I took that all in, never wanting to scare anyone further. Gobbling it all in, like the mere presence of death wasn't evident. I put on a deceptive appearance to my family. I smile. Their hopes of me surviving this cancer crashed slowly, my smile was what they held on to.But as for

There stood a six-foot werewolf glaring at me; the fire in his large eyes was back. He peered at me with his long white teeth capable of tearing down the thickest skin; his furs were dark as midnight, and his broad head tapered to his narrow muzzle. His long ears stood up straight, swiveling.He looked ferocious.Emmett wasn't kidding when he told me to take cover, I'd taken what he said as a joke till he'd ripped out of his human skin, the sound of his crunching bones, the way he grunted, and the shredding of the jeans he had on had recoiled in my head, hitting me right in my nerve endings.I'm not surprised how the asshole emanated so much heat and charisma, the way powerful and confident men often had. His attractive features helped too.This wasn't some random wolf you'll watch on documentaries, this one is huge.A wild one.A silent serial killer who could rip off your head, just by trying to mess with him.He strolled towards me, taking one step at a time. I looked down at his e

It's been two days since I last saw Emmett. I was interrupted by my Dad who came to do his regular checking up.Today, we went on an evening hangout in the city's park, fifty blocks away from our house. Dad and Miss B were both off work. I wasn't sure if they both took leaves from their never-ending jobs to come to hang out with me or to have a little family bonding.It was Miss B who had arranged this whole gathering, it would be bad if she wasn't appreciative of the efforts she had put here.The nightlife, everything wasn't just inviting. How badly I want to go home and wallow in my bed or pass the time talking to someone.A vicious someone.She had brought with her cupcake, which Morris shovelled the cupcakes down like a starved raccoon, the cheesecakes which were made personally just for me.My belly had refused access to any solid, that's why I sat in my wheelchair, sucking on my smoothie. The straw was so tight it made me suck the content vehemently.I peered up to take in my en

“I'm fine Dad, seriously.” I pinched down at the bridge of my nose as I held my phone to my ear.“I know you're fine, but I also know how careless you could be about your health. Make sure you do not miss your therapy sessions, okay hon?” My Dad spoke softly through the phone.“I drew out a long breath. “Okay, Dad.”My Dad had just left to work in another side of the country two days earlier, he didn't specifically tell me exactly where. Ever since he left, he had been on and on with the checkups every few hours. I wasn't exaggerating on this one.“I got back from the therapy,” I added.“Alright hon, I love you so, so much. I can't afford to let you die out on me, I believe you would grow old to bury your Dad when he's old and grey. The first step to living that long is to improve your health by following these therapies. Who knows, maybe things will turn out better in a short time.” He spoke with clarity.His words flooded my mind with those killer thoughts, but I pushed them down a