Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lycan Brothers Want Me: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

VALERIE I walked into the dimly lit room with Michelle trailing after me. “I am finally back to my room. I missed it so much," Michelle muttered and dropped into the bed, grinning widely. I narrowed my eyes and tried hard not to scoff at her behavior. “Prepare a bath for me. Do it quickly," she said and my heart twitched in anger. I felt like hitting her hard on her face or unleashing some venomous words at her. But then I realized that I shouldn't do that, I had to keep my temper in check for three days, just three days. I simply scowled at her and stomped into the bathroom to prepare her bath. By the time I was done and out, she was asleep. “You annoying witch!" I spat, glaring at her peaceful face hiding the evil buried in her heart. I turned and headed out of the room for some fresh air of freedom. It still amazed me that the Luna Queen was hellbent on pulling me down and showing me how much she hated me. I had to avoid infuriating her and that little witch

VALERIE I quickly crept out of the corner and stood face-to-face with him. His head snapped back in shock and the anger which was visible on his face earlier disappeared.“Damion?" I whispered questioningly, getting more curious.He narrowed his eyes and walked away without saying a word to me.I stared at his receding figure and tilted my head, my eyes dimming in curiosity.“What are you doing over there?" Michelle's snap forced me back to reality.I turned swiftly and frowned, dragging my feet towards her. She smirked sinisterly as I approached her, mockery dancing in her eyes.“Where have you been, huh?" She snapped, glaring intimidatingly at me.I scoffed and rolled my eyes, looking away.“You don't own my life, do you?" I snapped.She frowned and stepped forward then gripped my chin, maliciously sinking her nails into my flesh.I winced as pain shot through my body.She leaned closer, piercing me with her sharp emerald eyes.“I am going to own you for three days, don't forget th

VALERIE “She pitied me?" I whispered to myself as I leaped across the empty corridor. I was quite grateful that people weren't present in the corridor to feed their eyes on me. I could still hear the girls’ mocking laughter and excited whispers in my head as I staggered away. If someone had told me that Bianca would be among those who would turn their back on me, I would never have believed such lies. But with what was displayed some seconds ago, I realized that no one is to be trusted, not even yourself. She was no different from Margaret. No, she was worse than her. She had been a pretender all along, all she had done was pity me, putting on some deceitful smile on her face to warm up my lonely, deceived heart. “Valerie!” Monica's call behind me stopped my feet from shuffling forward. I stood like a zombie, my body bent forward in a sickly manner. “You… forgot the plate of grapes,” she muttered and moved over to stand before me, a sympathetic look on her face. I took the pl

VALERIE The surprise on my face slowly melted away, replaced by a smirk.Michelle huffed and rubbed her red cheeks which must be burning.“Hey, woman! Watch it!” She snapped, her eyes filled with rage.My mom scoffed and poked her forehead, earning a shocked gasp from her."What are you going to do about that, huh? You're going to hit me too, right?” Mom snapped, and she flinched back, muttering inaudible words under her breath.She glared at my mom fearfully, backing away as she began to approach her.“Stay away from me, you maniac. I am trying so hard to stop myself from hurting you!" She barked, waving her hand at my mom.I could tell from the fire burning in my mom's eyes that she was more than outraged. She looked like someone ready to kill at any moment.To be honest, I loved that version of my mother, and I loved the way she was putting Michelle in her place.She was taking revenge on my behalf without realizing it. Even though Bianca was the real culprit behind the bruises on

VALERIE I was beyond shocked when Michelle wrapped her hands around me. “Don't worry, you can cry on my shoulder," she whispered and my brows raised in astonishment. The tears ceased to flow and the pain in my chest vanished, replaced by abashment and curiosity. “What are you doing?" I muttered, still paralyzed by shock. "Trying to comfort a sister,” she muttered. I whisked out of her supposed comfort grip and scoffed loudly. "Comfort? I wonder if you know how to use that word,” I groused and she narrowed her eyes. "As far as you're no longer the crybaby I saw some minutes ago, then it definitely means that I used the word right,” she said, and my eyes dimmed in confusion. Wasn't she supposed to be hating me? I wiped the streaks of tears on my face and tilted my head, getting the annoying encounter out of my mind. “Let's go," she muttered in a calm voice, throwing me into deeper confusion. I wanted to ask her questions about her changed attitude but couldn't. Was it my m