Todos los capítulos de Charlotte: Fated to the White Dragon: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 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

Druiss? That's the same thing the man in the goat costume said. And what does it mean by dangerous? What's more dangerous than what's in front of me? Wait... is it working with the man in the costume? Oh no, this is bad! "Get off me you...! Get the fuck off me!!" I yell at it with every ounce of strength I can muster, and it backs away hurriedly. It lets out a wheezy sigh and plops on the floor like a deflated lung. Everything stinks of wrong. I look around and realise, there's no doors. No windows. No air vents. It's actually just walls that shimmer like oil slicks, and somehow, I'm alive and breathing. The room itself’s pulsating like a lung. Or a beast. I swear I see it breathe. Nope. Something's definitely wrong. Everything's just so wrong! My legs give in to weakness, and like jelly, I slide down the wall. I stay dead still, watching the monstrosity. It stops croaking and locks its eyes on me. I gulp and clear my throat hastily. I really need answers. “Er...

Did I hear it right? "D-Dragons?! I thought that was a bloody joke!" I squawk, staring at Alan with a frightened expression. He just shrugs, his eyes low on his tea. "Not a dream either, Druiss. My apologies." He replies sarcastically, sipping his stupid tea. Is he for real? Suddenly, the room darkens. The only light that glimmers is from the globe, and inside it… a large endless hall unfolds. There's not a soul in it and it is also devoid of objects. I open my mouth to ask, "What's—?" "Shh!" Everyone's eyes are fixed intently on the globe. And then... FWOOOOOSH. Huge balls of flames engulf the entire hall. But, surprisingly, it remains unscathed. There's not a single mark, burn or smoke even after such an intense fire. But the heat seeps into the room where we all stand, watching. Is this judgement day? What's going on? Hold up...am I in...hell? No fucking way! Anxiety paralyzes me, and on the other hand, the creatures swell with excitement which escape

Oh my God, those dimples! And that cologne, that's sickly sweet with a touch of arrogance. There’s something dead fishy about Damon. Somethin’ that don’t sit right with me. And my guts don't lie. “Lynn, that guy is…” I walk towards her, but she steps back sharp, like I’m infected. “Lynn?” She’s fidgeting with a kind of rage that I've never seen before. Her eyes darting like she’s tryna escape something only she can see. And her hands won’t stop trembling. She’s shaking her head in disbelief, at me. What’s going on? Has she been triggered by something? What's up with her? Why's she looking at me like that? First, disgust and now... rage? “Lottie, how could you?!” she screams, voice cracking with a mix of anger and devastation. I’m stunned, my jaw half-hanging. “You’re my best friend. And so, I trusted you, Lottie. I did. But how could you do this to me?” I'm completely lost as to what she's talking about. Am I missing something important? I rack my brain, but nothing comes to