Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Is Mine: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Asher I woke up in pain. My head felt like it was splitting into two. I groaned as I stirred awake. Opening my eyes hurt, moving my fingers hurt, even breathing hurt. I managed to drag myself to a wall and sit up. Liam was still on the floor passed out. “Dean? Did we do it?” I asked. Even speaking in my own mind hurt. He didn't respond. If I was in pain, he probably was too. Question was why? The last two times we'd messed with memories, there hadn't been any pain. Maybe that was because I hadn't been aware of the process those times. Being conscious of it must have affected the outcome. And I couldn't tell if it had worked or not with Lain still passed out. I remembered what I'd seen. Liam's memories. They'd been so clear in my head. They still were. I'd taken his memories and switched them with what I wanted him to see. But what about his heart like Dean had said? Did I take the memories from there or his head? I groaned loudly as I tried to push myself to stand. I'd been an

Dante Three days passed, and I didn't see Asher, run into him or hear about him from anyone. It was the most peaceful three days since I started schooling here. I found it really fun to stay in the dorm. Even more than I liked Amir's place which was definately something because Amir's place was super comfortable. Almost luxurious. Mateo had said nothing more about werewolves since then. I'd barely even seen him around. Which was odd, but it'd only been three days anyway. And I'd been rotating between class and my dorm room, barely speaking much to anyone. I was staring to enjoy classes now that there were no longer distractions. I'd always enjoyed going to school. My life had been relatively quiet before I got here. I hadn't really gotten bullied in high school. I'd lived on the fringe, looking too cool, and normal for the nerds and too nerdy for the cool kids. I didn't have a lot of friends as a result, but it saved me from getting bullied so I didn't mind it. College was a

Dante “You don't believe me?” Mateo stretched out a hand, beckoning me to stay. “I know it sounds insane. Especially since you're not into these kinds of things…” “No, Mateo. I'm not. And that's because these kind of things aren't real.” I was trying not to raise my voice. The seating area of the taco stand had filled up halfway in the time we'd spent there. I didn't want anyone to overhear this ridiculous conversation. “You have no idea how many secrets the world contains, Dante. Supernaturals are real. And they live amongst us,” He declared this with fervour. Conviction even. If he pulled out a vial of holy water and began to sprinkle it around the table, I wouldn't have been any more surprised than I already was. “Mateo, are you listening to yourself right now? You're stalking someone because you're trying to prove a fantasy is real. You know it's a crime right?” I whispered urgently, my frustration rising. “I didn't get caught.” He shrugged. “Yeah. You didn't get caught

Asher It had been three days. Three hard, miserable days. The worst days of my life. Dean was always there. He'd always been there. I became a werewolf at the age of thirteen. Later than most kids who got theirs before twelve. After the incident with my twin sister at the awakening ceremony, I didn't hear him again till I met the rogue wolf for the first time, but I was always aware of his presence. I knew he was there, we just didn't communicate with each other. This time though. This time, he was gone for real. I couldnt hear him, couldn't feel him. I was no longer a wolf. I spent most of my time in the library pouring over as many articles and blog posts I could find, but as usual, there was hardly anything useful. There were some remedies involving sage and basil to clear the “bad air around you”. I was desperate, but not too desperate to not know that was bullshit. Another website said to burn the claws of a freshly dead wolf, mix it in some honey and drink it just bef

AsherLiam took several steps backwards and I couldn't halt my momentum fast enough so I tripped over my newly clumsy feet and went crashing to the floor. I sprung up quickly, but Liam was already heading for the door. “Wait. Wait! Liam!” I called out, but he walked out and slammed the door behind him. I ran after him and rattled the knob, but the door wouldn't budge. “Liam? Did you lock me in? Liam!” I slapped my hands on the door. “Liam come on, let's talk about this.” I pleaded. “There's nothing to fucking talk about. You're going to stay put until I find out what the fuck is going on!” He yelled from the other side. “Just let me out and I would tell you.” I didn't know if I would. I didn't know what I was going to do now. I sure as hell i couldn't knock him out again. “Hell no. I don't trust you!” I could hear the panic in his voice. The confusion. He was still reading it. Finding out more about himself. Things he'd forgotten. “It's not what you think. Just open the