All Chapters of Charlotte: The Fate of the White Dragon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“...well, you never—” Cameron is still speaking, but I need to leave right now. “STOP THE CAR!!” I yell at him, and he slams the brakes. I fling the door open and jump out in hot pursuit. “It’s the mutt!” I shout to Cameron, without sparing a backward glance, my legs pounding the pavement. “The thieving mongrel!” “You fucking serious?!” he calls behind me. I can hear his footsteps coming strongly after me, at first. But later they get fainter, and I really don't care at this point. I'm in vengeful mode right now, and I'm ready to murk this stupid brown creature! I am still charging ahead in full throttle, fuelled by adrenaline and despicable rage. The scruffy little pup darts through the street like a furry missile. Not today, pal. I curse out, my battery already starting to run low. “I’ve got you now, you sneaky git!” I don't bloody care how the pedestrians stare blankly at me, or shoot me disgusting glares. It's just me and this pup in the ring right now. The dog sho

Evelyn's POV Well, I arrived early. Which, in hindsight, might’ve been the only fortunate turn of events today. Cam had the wherewithal to bring Lottie to a hospital somewhat near my workplace, rather than that dreadful little box they call a clinic back in Lexxton. Quite clever of him, for once. At least I didn’t have to contend with a two-hour traffic jam. I park my car and race into the building. “I’m here for Charlotte Piers,” I tell the receptionist, arching a brow ever so slightly. She gives me a nod, clearly overwhelmed, and points me to the ward. I thank her politely, although she could’ve done with a smidge more grace. Honestly, customer service in this city has become positively ghastly. But then I walk into the room, and the scene before me nearly stops my breath short. Good...Lord. Lottie’s hospital bed is engulfed by a cluster of flustered medical personnel: nurses shuffling about with haphazard urgency, a junior doctor muttering into a chart, and someone press

We crash through the thin air, as if walking in through an invisible barrier. And land with a breath-snatching jolt in a chamber that looks like it’s been snatched from a dream. My body feels weightless as I plant my feet on the floor. I feel bloody nauseous. And my eyes observe the room. Is this... a bar? It's a bit similar to the one we jumped out of. But sprawls impossibly large, bathed in a dusky amber glow from lanterns that float untethered. Tables twist like tree roots, vines pour from the rafters, and everything smells like damp shoes. Ugh! But what truly boggles the brain, more than the physics-defying walls and the smell of drunk jam, is the presence of so many unearthly creatures. By hell and heaven. The creatures should not exist. They defy the very laws of nature itself! And worse off, they’re everywhere, clanking frothing wooden mugs, stomping and clucking, howling and hooting in giddy, chaotic celebration. These grotesque shitheads are cheering gloriousl

My eyes flutter open, blurry and sluggish, like I’m drifting in and out of a disturbed sleep. The ceiling’s sterile white, and dead plain. Am I in the afterlife? I blink hard, trying to steady myself and realize I'm lying down. So I was really dreaming?Just then, like an electric shock, I hear a voice. A familiar and soft tone, cracked with worry. “L-Lottie.” Only one soul ever calls me that. Suddenly, it’s like I’ve been dunked in cold water. I gasp, suck in air through the oxygen mask clinging to my face. A slow beep echoes beside me. Where am I?Is this the hospital? My chest tightens as I shift and see my best friend, Evelyn, sitting there in her expensive-looking sundress, pretty as always. Her eyes wide with fear and relief. Her brows furrow, but her lips twitch into a delicate smile. It nearly wrecks me. “You’re awake.” Her voice is smooth as silk. I nod slowly, swallowing the lump crawling up my throat as I look around. Where’s Cameron? He ain’t here. Of cours

Talk about perfect timing!I spin round, breath choked halfway through my throat like a lid jammed on a bottle. My eyes, already heavy from sobbing half the day away, dart straight up at 'him'. The very reason everything's messed up in the first place.“You!!” I shriek, voice echoing round the quiet, moon-dusted parking lot. My chest feels hollow, like something’s been scooped right outta me.Damon just stands there, in his usual annoyingly calm way. With both hands shoved into his coat pockets like this is some sorta casual reunion.He lets out this soft sigh that I find dead annoying. Like I’m some toddler throwing a tantrum over dropped sweets.I storm up to him, grab his collar with shaky fingers, and yank him hard.“I just told you, the name’s Dam—” he begins, smooth and smug.“You prick!” I spit, really fuming now. “It’s because of you... everything’s gone to shite!” My throat tightens, and my voice breaks like a snapped string. “If only, if only you never showed up... If only..