Wise Novels & Stories

“What do you need help with?” Sinful stands at the door, looking exactly how I remember him to look. He has dark, thick hair with eyes that are the strangest lavender colour I’ve seen. They drink in the sight of me, ignoring Thought. He’s likely trying to figure me out, wondering how I have the ability to get into his head. “No even going to greet me?” he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build.

He would be mad but I could take it. "Good," Agent Chambers let out an exasperated sigh while scrubbing a hand over his smooth, bald head, "I know it may seem like he's doing his part for the world but you need to keep in mind that two wrongs will never make a right." "Never say the word never, agent," I quipped, "the way I learned it was two negatives make a positive. I guess it's all about perspective, and yours isn't as broad-minded as mine."

“Are they uncomfortable?” “They feel okay for the first couple of hours, but I can’t wear it for more than eight hours or I’ll have a legendary headache. But it also depends on how heavy the wig is. This is a heavier one because of its length. The wig is the last thing I put on before I leave for a job." Helen combed it before she put it away in its bag. “Next thing to come off is all this jewelry,” Helen said as she started stripping her ears of their dangling earrings. “None of this stuff belongs to me,” Helen explained.

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

John shrugged. "You could've just let me go." Bonnie said. "No can do, sweetheart. Anyway, Lorenzo asked me to give you this." John stuck his hand out, holding a white cane. Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows. "You do realize I am blind, right? I literally don't know what 'this' is supposed to be. John sighed and grabbed Bonnie's hand, placing the cane in her hand. "It's a white cane." He said. "Lorenzo thought you might need it." Bonnie nodded. "Thank you." She whispered. John bid his goodbye and walked out the room.

He politely stayed in pace with me. "Wolves have a mind l**k. Like texting in our head. I can hear what anyone wants me to hear and vice versa." I nodded. "Cool!" I skipped to a stop at the end of the steps. "It's convenient but it can give you a headache." He shrugged it off. He acted as if that wasn't cool as shit! Man, spoiled werewolves.

Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year. Ace's favourite thing about winter is when it's over. Ace gets weak in winter, he would be left alone, sick and in pain while his family goes to have a good time on their vacation. He always stays alone in winter. He prays that this winter will be gentle and a kind season of rest from the wheel of the mind. " Ace?" Ace snapped his head towards Mr Garret's voice, the classroom is empty of students, Ace looked at Mr Garret with a blank face that is out of emotions.

I can tell she is angry or worried about something, given how she is looking at the few children who are playing behind the store area we were currently at, I guess her anger was directed at the city. Who will blame her though? The children appearance says it all. Their thin shrivelled bodies move with such slow pace as one throws a pebble into a little hole the others must have made, the movement is almost painful. Another goes to inspect the throw, rubbing his flat chest that holds his ribs which are almost bulging out of his skin, as he moves with the same slow space as the others. As he advances, I steal my eyes away not wanting to feed my sight with the pain. "The sooner we make the tea

Anxiety always rises to the surface before any other emotion. Suddenly, the screeching sound of tires reached my ears, and I looked up to see a yellow car with two black stripes pulling into the parking lot. Hayden emerged from the vehicle, wearing sunglasses and allowing his hair to flow freely. It appeared more voluminous today, resembling fluffy clouds atop his head. Donning a black hoodie and black basketball shorts, he sported black sneakers as well. Engrossed in a phone call, he looked up and immediately locked eyes with me, causing me to avert my gaze instantly.

I immediately show the person my fangs. Killer werewolf instincts. I'm ready to tear this mother fucker apart.