All Chapters of His cursed little wolf : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

_LIANE I contemplated on what to do. I was still a little bit away from the prince, I could get away if I wanted to but what would happen to him? I could move closer but what would happen to me?I don't even understand what is going on. There was blood all around him. He was standing still. I could only see his back and a little bit of the side.There was something on the ground, a flesh of some sort. I was not quite sure what it was or whose it was. I just stood there, shaky, somewhat unwilling to see what had happened, somewhat unwilling to know who prince Nicholas had hurt.My whole body grew more shaky as I walked towards him.“Nicholas?” I called like a question. I moved closer even though everything thing in me was warning me to turn back around for my own safety.“Nicholas?” I called again when I was just a breath away from him. With a very shaky hand and scared mind I reached for him. I placed my hand on his shoulder, not daring to look at the ground. The blood around alon

~Kiara ~His voice has haunted me since the day it happened.Thank you princess Kiara, he had said. I was completely confused at first because I did nothing. I would never do anything to hurt anyone I love…like and I did not even know who they were pr why their leader was thanking me.After it happened, my first instinct was to run home and tell my father. The next thing I was going to do was try to find Zander's parents and also go to the police to report what I had seen.I wanted to save Zander. He is the first person in my life apart from my mummy D that I have ever felt like I can trust. He is like me in more ways than anyone else can ever be like me. Being around him makes me feel comfortable and seen. I.did not want to lose that. I was not ready to lose him so my plan was to get him back from the masked men in any way possible.I did not care that I might have to put myself at risk, quite frankly, I do not mind putting myself at risk as long as the people I love are safe.All t

~KIARA~“But it's not his fault, it is mine,” my mom sniffled. I moved closer, unsure at first and then guilty. I had judged her so harshly. Of course she loves my father. Of course she would never do anything to hurt him, she would never do anything to hurt us.That moment…that tiny moment of her cheating on him was just a trauma response. It was just a moment of weakness. It was a response to all the times he had cheated on her and made her feel less than.It was just her response to his toxicity.I reached for her hand first. I was scared of what her response would be. Would she push me away like she usually does? Would this soft-open persona going to disappear and give way for the toxicity that had been caused by years of her having to endure disrespect from my father?I reached for her, half-expecting her to yell at me like she usually does, half-expecting her to slap me or yell at me or something but she pulled me in for a hug.I was stiff at first. I am sure my eyes were wide o

~Sheila~ I stood in front of the wall. The vein at the side of my neck twitched. The nerves coursed through my veins causing goosebumps to slowly form on my arm even though the weather is not at all cold. I breathed in and then exhaled sharply. I can do this, I say to myself even though the words of the intended spell eluded me. I was taken back to coven primaries when I was the only witch that did not belong. The only witch that should have not been there. The only witch without an esteemed perdegree to give her a seat on the table. Unlike the other girls at the Coven primary school, I was the only witch whose parents was not congress members. Other girls had their mother's on the high seats. The remaining six girls had known each other since they were all in diapers, walking through the hollowed high gardens with their elder moms. I was the only different one, again all this was the fault of my head strong mother the infamous Allison Lyra Monroe. Although feared, my mother w

~HAZEL~The first red flag came when I got down from the car and looked up towards the sky. It was a little past midnight at this time. The dark blue sky had gathered round the Crescent moon.I had somehow been able to convince one of our diver, the new one Malcom, to drive me here. I first of all felt guilty for this. He is new so of course he does not know how strict my father is on the rules. Of course he has not seen a full grown man cry profusely after being beaten by my father's guards for letting me out of his sight for one second.I felt bad for him at first but reconciling with the fact that he brought this upon himself. After coming to terms with the fact that he was most likely told the rules and he chose to ignore it, I relaxed.He is a grown man. He should know better than indulging a little girl against her protective father's wish.“Thank you,” I said when I got down from the car. The guilt came back. He would probably be fired by my father for this singular act. What