The Mist Parents Guide Novels & Stories

In a slow, but grave tone, she said, "My reason is childish, even stupid if you want to say. But this is what happened yesterday..." Misty took a deep breath then vividly and unhurriedly narrated to Agatha how she visited Christine's memorial and encountered the girl's father at the entrance of the memorial chapel. On the latter part of her narrative, Misty's expression naturally turned very dark, and the negative emotions she wanted to relay were clearly displayed through her face. It was like she wanted to emphasize to Agatha her displeasure toward the man. She also wanted to convey how she greatly suspected the truthfulness of the rumors about Christine's 'perfect' family.

After a month. Mikaya's POV I was facing the mirror while trying to close the zipper of my black dress. After a while, Mommy entered my room. "We just bought this last week. You seem to be gaining weight. Can you please avoid some sweets." She said while helping me to close the zipper on my back. There really isn't a day that she doesn't talk to me like that. My mother is a perfectionist person. So she knows all the events of my life. That's why it's scary to make a mistake in front of her.

Soon, Dad passed out, his face pale. But Mom was unaware of it. She seemed to be in a state of paranoia, thinking that she could only win back Dad's love by doing this. I sat on the bed, quietly feeling everything that happened. Until the end, I didn't make any calls for help. After all, it was nothing but karma. They got what they deserved. It was only when Mom snapped out of her mania that she hurriedly acted. Blood had dripped from the bed and formed a small puddle. When she stepped on it, she even stumbled from the slipperiness.

*********** Austin drinks from his glass of wine, his eyes glued to the TV that he wasn't really watching. His mind was in a great turmoil. Amongst all his siblings, he is the only one who doesn't really hate his father. So what if he made them suffer, he still believe that the choice he made was not his father's fault. So why should he blame his father, for his own MISTAKES. His father might have started it all, but his father never asked him to go take cocaine. He just wished his father would get better and they can all go back to the way things were before.

They didn't stop running until they reached the periphery of the forest, where Grace found her parents waiting for her. 'Dad!' She communicated her message to him through the psychic link. The large black wolf and the small brown, muddy one butted their foreheads. 'I am so glad you are safe, Grace,' Sebastian said. Another brown wolf, similar to Grace, joined them and Florentine licked her daughter's face. 'Mother!' Grace turned towards her mom. 'Go with Beta Malcolm, he'll keep you safe.' Sebastian said as he nodded at Martin. "Wait, where are you going?” Grace asked, confused.

"Eryndra says it's brief. Intense. Like two things recognising each other." I looked at him. He looked back. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it. But I want something from you first." "What?" "Honesty," I said. "No more me finding things out from folders I'm not supposed to touch. Anything that involves me — you tell me directly." "Agreed." "And handle Reva," I said. "Whatever she's building." "I'm already watching her." "What about Virelle?" I said. "She's been meeting strangers at the east tree line. Mavira saw it twice."

I saw mommy's eyes widen and slapped my father on his shoulder. I rolled my eyes and didn't want to watch their fight. I clung to Alice and pointed to the cemetery's exit. "Let's go home, Alice," I whispered so that my parents wouldn't hear us leaving. She giggled but walked with me, saying, "Your parents' fight is so cute. They are feeling like teenagers, Mayu," she commented. I shook my head and glanced at them, who were still fighting. I smiled bitterly. It was better if their paths didn't cross before I was formed. From childhood to this day, they still want to throw me away.