All Chapters of My big bad wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Friday dawned cold and dreary, with the kind of gray sky that seemed to promise bad news.Mia woke up before her alarm clock. She had that uncomfortable, almost physical feeling that something was about to get out of control. She tried to ignore it. She was tired of living on alert.It would be the first time she had gone out with Liam outside of school. The first time Mia had defied her mother's control. The first time she had let “just one more time” become a choice.She put on her black jeans and the warmest sweater she had. She tied her white hair in a high ponytail, leaving a few strands loose. A touch of mascara, a discreet gloss. She didn't want to look anxious, but she wanted to look pretty. Liam deserved the effort—and she deserved this moment.She went down to the kitchen, where her grandparents were already having breakfast in silence, as usual. Tereza was frying eggs. João was reading the newspaper with a frown, as if at any moment something would jump off the pages and con

The pain came like lightning shooting through every cell.Mia didn't even have time to scream. The sound died in her throat as her body arched violently, her knees buckled, and she fell to the cold bathroom floor. The spasms began without warning, brutal contractions shaking her muscles like invisible whips. It was as if her skin was burning from the inside. As if something was trying to escape—and she was the prison.Gasping, eyes wide, Mia barely recognized her own body. The heat came from within, growing in waves, destroying all logic. It was pain... but it was more. Something primitive, indescribable.An ancient, savage force that she had fought to keep locked away since her first attacks.In the next room, Liam heard the thud. The chair scraping, quick footsteps, banging on the door.“Mia? Mia, talk to me. What's going on?”She couldn't answer.The world was just fire. Air and pain.Tears streamed down her face as she bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the scream that threatene

At Liam's house, Mia was lying on the bed, breathing heavily. The contractions that had been consuming her body just moments ago were subsiding as if they had been drained by some miracle—or irony of fate. The feverish heat was subsiding. Her muscles, once rigid, were now trembling with exhaustion. Liam sat down on the edge of the bed, still panting, his eyes fixed on her as if he needed to record every detail before she disappeared. “Are you feeling better?” he asked in an incredulous whisper. Mia took a deep breath, her weak voice escaping in a faint smile. “I think I'm just weird.” Liam shrugged, a half-smile playing on his lips. “I like complicated,” he said, leaning in to touch her lips with a light kiss. She responded softly. Her heart was still racing, but now for a completely different reason. The room fell silent. For a moment, the world seemed suspended — just the two of them, breathing in unison. But then Liam pulled back, his eyes dropping to her arms. He paled.

Mia looked down at her body, covered in marks. The pain was real. The burning was constant. And then her fingers touched the crescent-shaped birthmark on her neck. A small relief that had always been there, for as long as she could remember. A curious detail, but one that had never meant anything... until now.“How can I believe you?” she asked, her voice trembling with anger and sadness.“Sometimes my father is dead, sometimes he's alive. Tell me the truth, Mom. The whole truth.”Elisa sighed, as if she were carrying the weight of a thousand worlds on her shoulders. She put the dish towel aside and pulled up a chair.“All right,” she said, her voice breaking. “Sit down. I'll tell you the truth.”Mia felt her heart stop for a second. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mother was going to talk. Finally. She was going to tell her about her father.She sat down, her eyes fixed on Elisa's, her whole body on alert. The moment she had been waiting for for years had finally arrive

Elisa had driven all night without stopping, her red eyes fixed on the dark, deserted road that seemed to stretch endlessly before them. Mia, in the passenger seat, watched her mother's tense silhouette, her hands clenched on the steering wheel as if gripping it in anger. The tension inside the car was suffocating. The radio was off, leaving the only sound to be the engine and the wind hitting the windows.When the sky began to lighten with the sunrise, Elisa finally pulled the car over to a roadside motel with a worn facade and a flashing sign.“Let's rest here for a few hours. Don't talk to anyone. And give me your cell phone.”“Oh, Mom, not again...”“Give it to me. Now.”Mia snorted but handed over the device. Elisa held the phone, blocking the screen with her nervous fingers. Mia's gaze was one of pure frustration.“You're not going to tell anyone where we're going. Do you understand?”“Not even Amy? Not even Liam?”Elisa hesitated. For a second, the exhaustion on her face almost