Buffy Faith Novels & Stories

She is giving and stable, but can also be very boring and a bit standoffish. She is a British Christian. She started studying sports science at college but never finished the course. Physically, Annabel is in pretty good shape. She is short with pale skin, brown hair, and blue eyes. She grew up in a working-class neighborhood. I asked her to sit on the chair in front of us before I begin to ask questions. "Is this about my fiance, Adrian?" she asked sobbingly. I nodded. "We just want to ask some questions regards to Adrian, is he a member of some kind of cult? Do you have any ideas?"

she said, her voice calm and collected. But inside, I knew we were all struggling to keep it together. The doctor's grave expression made my heart skip a beat. He was holding some files and seemed deep in thought. I held my breath as he finally looked up and spoke. "She's stable now, but she lost a lot of blood. Unfortunately, we don't have any AB+ blood in stock. Can anyone here donate blood for her?" he asked, looking at us hopefully. Without a second thought, I stepped forward, feeling a sudden surge of determination.

She pushed her can of drink around in the small puddle of condensation on the bar. "What rank were your parents?" Sapphira froze, the question catching her off-guard. "Oh, I don't know my biological parents." The lie fell off her tongue smoothly as she met Kate's curious look. "I see, so you have no idea what rank your mate might be. I've seen your wolf, though, and she looks strong."

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.

Hope chastised whilst braiding her sister's hair. "Oh, sorry Hope." Faith chuckled guiltily. "Are you worried about the meeting?" She asked. "A little, I guess." Faith shrugged. Today was the day she was to meet with the Hunters to try to demonstrate that humans were not under threat from vampires. She was the bargaining chip in the fight for peace. Faith was not sure what the outcome of her appearance at the meeting would be, but she was determined to do her best to prove that vampires were still vegetarians (of a sort). Faith was dressed casually in blue jeans with a cream knit jumper, and her comfy white trainers, which were slightly greying with age.

And for that reason alone, I could not have dreamed that vampirism is based on truth. Let's face it. I don't meet the profile of the typical girl turned vampire or girl turned vampire killer. Bella is too tragic, Buffy is a cheerleader, and I'm a black girl from the 'hood. I work nine to five at a local cable company. Drop-dead gorgeous men are not stalking me, and my rounded body does not fit neatly into a size two.

If Faith grew at this rate, she would hit old age before she got to celebrate her first birthday. "Theoretically, it sounds right, but I feel not. Let us hope you are wrong," Florence said. This was too much to take in. I felt like I was about to lose my mind. Hope had been through a lot to lose Faith. Her bones were broken, and she had to drink blood to keep the baby alive. She also had to skip school to nurture the baby and avoid questions. Dying off and turning into a vampire was the climax of it all. If she lost Faith, I was sure she would lose her mind.

“This is absurd! You can’t possibly expect a mere girl to—“ “A mere girl?” Harrison cut her off, his voice dangerously low. “Faith is the daughter of an Alpha line that stretches back fifteen generations. She carries more wolf blood in her little finger than you have in your entire body.” The room fell silent at his words. Faith’s eyes locked with his, questioning, uncertain. “Is that why?” she whispered. “Is that why you’ve changed your mind? Because I have Alpha blood?” The question struck Harrison like a physical blow. After everything, she still believed his interest was in power, not her. He couldn’t blame her.

BRYAN’S POV Until now, it seems like what happened earlier is so unreal. Fiancee? What nonsense is that? She doesn't even have a boyfriend. She's an NBSB(no boyfriend since birth), for cry out loud. And now someone will suddenly come out and introduce himself as her fiancee?! Maybe Alex just planned that because he found out what Gian and I did? There is a possibility that she is doing this to avoid me? That's right, Bryan! That guy is not Alex's fiancee.