Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Moon's Dark Embrace: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

MIA'S POVMy shivering body folds into the wardrobe as the sound of breaking glasses fills my ear. The rate of my heartbeat increases tenfold when I hear his footsteps ascending the stairs."Where are you, you little wench?" he yells and I whimper.All of a sudden, the door to the room where I am hiding is pushed open, and I hug my knees to my chest, praying that he doesn't come near the wardrobe. It's as if nobody is listening to my prayers as the wardrobe is fling open, revealing a man with disheveled brown hair and dark circles around his eyes.An evil smirk form on his face upon seeing me and I close my eyes, plastering my back on the wall of the wardrobe, hoping that the wood will open up and swallow me."Got you." He pulls me out by my hair and I scream in pain begging him to let me go. He throws me on the floor, kicking me with his legs while raining curses at me.I know there is no point in shouting for help because no one is coming. I have been going through this abuse from m

Each youngster has issues. It’s a all inclusive reality, a bit like the law of gravity, or the truth that there are seven landmasses. I’m not debating that, and I’m beyond any doubt that somebody, some place, has issues more awful than mine.But that doesn’t make my current circumstance any less demanding, or alter the truth that I’m totally, totally startled. I’m standing in front of my room reflect, arms solid at my sides, my confront lined with concentration as I see frantically for any signs of hair.Why, you might inquire? Why would any unreliable eighteen-year-old wantto discover hair on her arms—or anyplace else on her body, for that matter?It’s since I’m not looking for hair at all.I’m looking for hide, and there’s none to be found.Disheartened, I take a step absent from the reflect and near my eyes, attempting to unwind my shoulders in show disdain toward of the nerves and adrenaline that are surging through me. Taking a profound breath, I attempt to center my considerati

I look around, freeze rising in my chest and bubbling into my throat. One see affirms my fears: I’m completely confined here. Night time walk, awesome thought, Nyx. The mountain is at my back, the uncovered cliffside way wrapping apathetically around the edge, where it snakes back down into the town. To my cleared out, it limits to a width of unimportant feet, dropping strongly down onto the worn out inclines underneath, where thousands of feet assist down, the sea seethes in a ceaseless whirlwind. The as it were way back is the way I fair came, where Diminish presently stands with his arms out at his sides, looking each inch the douchebag he’s continuously been. His light hair is impeccably coiffed, bombastic sufficient to coordinate his demeanor, and at his side is his sweetheart, Marie, whose brown twists are being whipped almost by the salty breeze. Attempting not to let my dread appear, I cross my arms and gaze them down. “The as it were reason I’m a virgin—as you so courteously

Mating Day.It dawns as bright and fresh as any perfect early spring day, the remaining February snow on the ground glittering like diamonds in the bright morning sun. The air seems to crackle with my nervous energy as I follow the road to the Village Square, where the mating selection ceremony takes place every year. Every single year I’ve come to watch, felt the lingering gaze even when I was participating. This day is something I’ve dreaded for a long time. Everyone in the pack is out and on their way to watch, buzzing with excitement as they chatter amongst themselves. They are excited, and a small part of me that still has hope should be too, but I’ve got more chance of a thousand flying unicorns filling the sky than this day turning out good for me. The girls from all over the pack steal nervous glances at the males and vice versa, as if we’re on our way to a school dance instead of arguably the most important event in our lives. Back in the old days, pack members didn’t begin c

If you didn’t know any better, you’d probably think someone had died. My parents, Claire, and I are all seated around the kitchen table in silence, waiting for the inevitable phone call, and all of their previous optimism has gone. I guess that’s what happens when you can’t avoid reality anymore: When the ugly truth finally sinks in, it’s impossible to keep being idealistic.Did you really think it would be that easy? I want to ask them. Did you really think I would find a mate after spending eighteen years being the most useless person in the pack?But I don’t say anything, partly because I don’t want to upset them further, and partly because I know it won’t do any good. Instead, I’m left to wait in tense anticipation of what we all know is coming.Claire is the first one to break the silence, her fingers drumming impatiently on the table. “He’ll find something else for you, Nyx. It’s not the end of the world.”“Like what?” I reply, and her silence is all the answer I need. “I can’t