Chica En Cuatro Novels & Stories

“Finding the other half of your soul is something we look forward to our whole lives. Some people find their mates when they’re young, like us, and some people don’t find their mate for hundreds of years. We’re truly lucky. The thought that this isn’t what you want hurts.” “I’m sorry,” I say, biting my lip again. I didn’t mean to hurt them. “I’m just trying to understand. I’m not denying anybody. I have… feelings that I don’t understand. There are a lot of questions that I need answered.” “We’ll try to answer as honestly as we can,” Puma’s tone is reassuring, and his expression is kind, soft. I suppose that’s all they can do. I nod. “Okay. The next question is kind of obvious. Or maybe it’s

And for the first time in my life, I realized that I was… Whole. “Our mates are here,” a feminine voice, both young and ageless all at once, whispered in my mind. It reverberated through my skull like a bell, and yet it soothed me unlike anything before. “There are four total, but three are here tonight…” Before I could react, three familiar voices rang out all at once. “Mate!”

“Adrea Galanis! What a spectacular play!” Heads turned as Chichie, the sharp-tongued interviewer with her ever-present microphone and cameraman, made her way toward the table. Adrea, ever composed, adjusted her seat and folded her hands neatly in front of her, her face angled toward the camera lights. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Chichie began, grinning into the camera, “if you’ve been following this table, you know what we just witnessed. A full house beaten by four of a kind. And the one delivering the knockout? None other than Adrea Galanis, now sitting steady in fourth place!”

Derofort⁶ A chilling wind touched the brunette’s skin as her eyes opened. Everything was still blurry until she blinked a couple of times and her hazel eyes widened in shock upon seeing where she was. There she laid on the Carter lake house’s front porch. Her night just became weirder.

“Why are you here? Who told you to come over?!” Lucy hid behind me and whispered, “Mom, I’m sorry. I cannot lie anymore. This is a crime.”

Alice Ortega tried to break free from Xavier Whitmore, but he held on to her tightly like a boy who refused to let go of his favorite toy. They looked like they were reenacting Romeo and Juliet, a pair of star-crossed lovers. What about me? Did my official title as the Donna count for anything? I felt my blood run cold upon witnessing their interaction. “Xavier, let go, we can’t…” “I’ve already given you to my brother once. Do you expect me to let another man have you again?”

It's like their pull towards me gives me an unexplainable sense of confidence. Despite taking a lukewarm shower, I still felt the heat lingering on my skin. The constant limbo feeling of not knowing if they would accept or reject me was driving me crazy. My eyes landed on a white crop top and red polka dot mini skirt that hugged my curves in all the right places. My outfit needed a little something extra, so I chose a skirt with a small slit up my thigh, adding a touch of sexiness. I completed the outfit with a pair of white, knee-high socks and trainers. I twisted my hair into a messy bun and secured it with the red hair band, I pulled out a few loose strands framing my face. Last, I chose

“Why didn't you ask for your size?” “I had no idea they'll give me something small” I argued. It was truly not my fault. I struggled trying to pull the shorts up and one of my nails broke. I muttered an ouch and pulled out my hands. I starred at the chipped nail, I would have to cut it off. I had been keeping nails while trying to blend into the partial vampire nature, I had noticed all vampires had long nails, but theirs were a lot more study. Daphne walked up to me and grabbed the shorts by either side. “Hold on tight” she mutters and I hold unto her neck as she forces the shorts up to my waist.

I felt nauseous and weak at the same time, breathing was hard too and to make everything worse, I was shivering too. My teeth were clattering against each other as I tried to lower my breathing, so I wouldn't disturb other cellmates. It was hard on me and I could feel tears rolling down my eyes as my entire body ached badly. I pressed my hand on my forehead, trying to heal myself, only to realize that the choker was still on my neck and there was no way to use my ability. I pulled on the choker, but it wouldn't bulge, and more tears trickled down my eyes.