Shelter 2014 Novels & Stories

Maybe with the right friends, I’d be able to make it through. We have to stand in line for some time more because the building was still closed, only opening at 05:00 PM to take the people in. Apparently, it was only a night shelter, where you came in, had a meal, slept for the night, and left the next morning. Seemed to me it was a pretty sweet deal, all things considered. Free food and board? What was not great about that for a runaway werewolf trying to hide? The building advertised itself as the ‘Hillary James charity shelter for the less fortunate.' It was a bizarrely fancy way of saying homeless shelter. I found this politeness of humans adorable, in a way. The wolves never sugarcoated

We're not living with other people. When Cyrus heard the word shelter, his eyebrow twitched. A shelter in Volaris City? This was the first time he had heard anyone mention it out loud. On second thought, it was not strange. Every city had contingency plans for floods, wars, and air raids. Shelters always existed. Those so-called hidden organizations probably operated out of places like that. Cyrus asked, "You know where the shelter is?" Jimmy stared at him, eyes wide. "You're asking me? You come all the way here and ask me? Then what the hell are you people doing? Aren't you the ones sent from the shelter to pick us up?"

"Both of you. More than life itself." "I love you too," Lisa whispered against his lips. "Come back to us." Then he was gone, disappearing into the chaos above while Lisa descended into the underground shelter that had been designed to protect pack non-combatants during exactly this kind of crisis. The safe room was larger than she'd expected, clearly built to house dozens of people for extended periods. Other families were already settling in—mothers with young children, elderly pack members, anyone who couldn't contribute to the active defense. Elena moved between them with calm efficiency, distributing supplies and offering reassurance with the authority of someone who had weathered many

How are we supposed to live like this? "This past month, my hair has been falling out in clumps. Because of the overtime and all the performance pressure, I often have insomnia and don't sleep a wink. "Then I still have to work overtime the next day. I can't go on living like this. Sometimes I even think about jumping off a building and ending it all." "Same here. I used to earn close to ten thousand dollars a month, but after the deductions, I'm left with four thousand dollars. I don't have much left after paying rent."

“I know we just met, Samantha, but if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.” “Thank you. I appreciate the offer, but there’s nothing to talk about.” I study her for a moment, wondering what it is she’s trying to hide. Maybe she had an abusive childhood. She did seem to lose it when I told her the charity was about abused children. Damn, I want to know what she's hiding. “So, back to the charity. It is formal, and it’s in a couple of days, so keep your calendar clear.” “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

"Please. Just let me die here." "If you die, I die too" Sloane's jaw was tight, his teeth gritted with the effort of carrying her. "And I am not dying in the dirt because of you. Not until I find a way to break this leash. For now, you stay alive." He pushed through a thicket of thorns that would have shredded human skin. His body barely registered the scratches. Ahead, a small stone hut sat nestled into the side of a jagged cliff. It was modest. Smoke curled from a stone chimney. Drying herbs hung from the eaves. A place the Ouroboros ignored because they thought it held no significance.

Since the shelter was neutral grounds, although not warded like our apartment, it was the safest place to be. We left the shelter. While we walked on the streets, people pointed and stared at us. I didn't understand why it was hard for people to mind their damn business. I would have stared if I saw two grown men dressed like us walking on the streets, but I wouldn't have pointed. We finally got to Lake Street. Rufus was shocked to see us. " Is everything okay, your highnesses?" He asked us, and we nodded. The entire building belonged to dragons except for ten humans that owned apartments on the first floor. The building was warded from other shifters and creatures for the sake of peace and

"May I ask what it is you want to use the site for? Mr Bech here wasn't very forthcoming." I sit back in my chair, hands clasped, legs splayed. "Bech was doing as I asked him. I don't want it splashed everywhere until and unless we make some forward progress." Conners' brows rise. "Sounds intriguing." "I want to open a shelter home. There are so many in need of safety now, children from abusive backgrounds, women in need of refuge, both sexes and all ages from war zones. My aim is to set up an organisation where these people can find a safe harbour until they can take control of their own lives again."

Bianca “Could you pass me that box of pamphlets?” I asked Clara, gesturing toward the stack of brochures sitting on a nearby table. We were setting up for the Shelter Project charity drive in the city square, which had been transformed into a makeshift fairground with booths, banners, and donation stations. Clara handed me the box, and I began arranging the pamphlets in neat stacks on the welcome table. Each one detailed the plight of rogue orphans and outlined our proposed adoption program, complete with statistics and heart-wrenching photographs that Ethan had provided.