Tale Of Two Novels & Stories

" Your gram was likely to know about them too, Kathy!" I shrugged. "She's late, Lita." "Yeah, I know. But, she must have told you a tale about them while she was alive," Lita said and I shook my head, staring at Hayden who grabbed the can of milkshake on my tray. He seemed lost. "She never told me any tales." Lita glanced around before leaning forward. "But…you said she was a werewolf hunter," she said in a whisper. Not looking at her, I watch as Hayden stiffened up. What was wrong with him now? His gaze was fixed to the table.

Then Isabella happened again, even after he paid her off the last time she called. It started with a notification on my phone while I was in the studio Kale made for me, paint still wet on my fingers. A gossip site headline: TECH TITAN VOSS’S SECRET SEX SLAVE. Below it, grainy photos of me leaving the tower two days earlier, black town car waiting at the curb, the edge of my leather collar just visible above the coat Kale had bought me. Someone had zoomed in, circled it in red, added arrows and screaming captions.

I opened my notebook and continued my story. *** "Let's just forget about that." he said and kissed her forehead before tucking her to bed. "Now go to sleep, my love." and she closed her eyes before going to a deep slumber. *** I must've fallen asleep while writing my story, I opened my eyes slowly and sat up. My first instinct was to get my pen and notebook, but when I tried to get it, it's not on my side table. Wait, this isn't my side table…

I sighed defeated, having no way to argue. "I have until when to empty the house?" "Until Sunday." I nodded dejectedly and went to break the news to the boys. That weekend, Sunday to be exact, I met Helena. The younger girl with the embarrassed look on her face stared at me curiously and lowered her gaze every now and then, while I returned her gaze, but with a grump. END OF FLASHBACK

"When I was a kid—" "She's lying!" Vivian screeched, cutting me off. "This is a painting of when Horace and I first met! "I drew this piece before, and Vivian saw it and thought it looked beautiful, so she asked me about the story behind it. I didn't expect that she'd plagiarize it completely! "How could someone like that be qualified to go to Paris?" Ah, she'd finally shown her true objective. Carl and I were the only ones who had gotten accepted to the Academy of Fine Arts, after all.

‘Get the others’ The oldest one instructed and the youngest raced off into the hills, unbeknownst to their Father, the four young Lions had been hedging their bets.They had collected Rogues, three other young Lions, and half a dozen Wolves, they were more than a match for the King and his half breed daughter. Aslan sat on a boulder in the warm evening sunshine, his daughter beside him as they talked, well as they mind-linked. She told him everything about her life growing up, explaining that she never knew who she really was until the war.

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

No! I didn't want this! Why did I have to suffer the same fate after reincarnating?! However, as I closed my eyes, I remembered the old tome I had read in my last life, telling me that the vampires' worst fears barring sunlight were curses. The words and intonation were difficult to master, but I'd committed two lines to memory after a long while. Even so, with my mind being a complete mess right now, I couldn't even remember the two lines.

When I was a little, my grandmother always tells me stories before I sleep. Those stories are creepy, supernatural and magical. It is about two guys and one girl. A guy whose name Dark and another guy whose name Light. Dark gives people misery, destruction, and war, in simple word, doom. Then, Light gives people hope, peace, and happiness in their life. And a girl, whose name is Avis, just like mine, weird. It seems like she doesn’t has any power, but her existence was needed. Her existence saves the world. My grandma says she is like the Yin and Yang; she is in the middle who balances the good and bad.

“Now, tell me, Francis, what do you know about the Tale of Two Wolves?” Frankie remembered the book in Alpha Tom’s hidden safe. Was this why the voice wanted her to go there and read everything? “It was.” Dark Sister answered, as though reading Frankie's thought. Because she was. “Many think the tale of two wolves is an inspirational tale of a person making the right choices, feeding the positive traits and not the negative. Which is true, to a degree, but like most ancient texts and legends, it has become a watered-down version of the truth.