Frankeneweenie Novelas e Histórias

The first one resembles—of all things—Santa Claus, complete with a sack of gifts and a decorated base. The second one— I stiffen. It looks just like Elijah. Or at least, it used to. Now, it’s defaced—stained with dried food and splashes of wine, as if people have thrown things at it in disgust. What the hell…? Before I can ask, Elijah’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. “Welcome to my pack,” he says smoothly. “You’re going to love it here.” I barely have time to process his words before something slams against the car.

After landing at the airport, I pushed my suitcase toward the exit. A tall, charming-looking young man was standing at the pickup area, holding a sign with my name. His smile was bright and genuine. “Miss Griffin, I’m here to pick you up. The company sent me. My name’s Liam Conroy. I’m just an intern.” He quickly took my suitcase from me, glancing at me with curiosity. “Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so young! I thought tech experts were usually older.”

“But this plane is bigger.” “That seems accurate,” I said. He beamed. “What’s your name?” “Ellie.” “I’m Lucas.” Before I could say anything else, a man appeared behind him, looking apologetic and faintly exhausted. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “He tends to… make friends.” I smiled. “He’s doing a great job.” The man relaxed slightly. “Ever since his mum passed,” he added quietly, “he’s been very social. I think he’s always looking for the next person to adopt him.”

Five years after the freeze, Maya Chen turned thirty-three years old. The alliance—now officially part of the Northeastern Confederation—celebrated with actual cake. Real eggs, real flour, real sugar from confederation agricultural operations. Not abundant. Not like the old world. But real. Forty-seven children sang off-key birthday songs. Fifteen infants cried. 1,847 people—the confederation had grown—gathered in what they now called Unity Square. Daniel presented a gift: A leather-bound journal. Hand-made by confederation craftspeople. "For recording history. So the children know how we got here."

Paul declared, in a fatherly tone. “As you wish,” I noted. My friendship with Paul wasn’t going too well, and Saturday was starting to make me feel really uneasy. Jane was waiting for me outside the locker room. Brian was just introducing Frankie when I arrived. We headed home. “We’re going to the movies together, did you hear?” Frankie asked excitedly once we were in the car. Frankie was a bit scatterbrained and often spoke before thinking. He was born with a condition and went to a special school as a kid, but he’d since caught up—only the impulsiveness remained.

“Why the long face? Did your coworker get under your skin again? This Vivian is seriously unhinged. I can’t stand her.” I lowered my head and simply sighed. As I turned around, I accidentally brushed against a nearby display rack and ripped my stockings. “Hey, don’t let it get to you. It’s Valentine’s Day,” Henry comforted me softly. He bought me a new exotic-skin bag that had just arrived in the store. It was a bag worth a million dollars, yet he could buy it on a whim. Neither of us thought much of it. My walk-in closet was already overflowing with bags like this.

I stopped at the convenience store nearby and bought a coffee. A few young women wearing company ID badges stood nearby gossiping together. "Did you guys see Isabel today? She looked so smug. That hickey on her neck was barely covered." "Please. Everyone knows exactly how she climbed the ladder. And, of all people, Mr. Newman seriously picked her?" "Men are all the same once they get rich. I heard Mr. Newman takes Isabel into his office all the time during lunch breaks. Closes the door and everything. Who knows what they’re doing in there?"

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the