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Epilogue (Part 1)
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Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Epilogue (Part 2)
Ahhh…I should just choose to stay in the town where I was raised, in the house of my father, and watched Priti grow, I want to say to everyone that I’m honored to have her as a sister. I should just forget about the wolves and didn’t force to see the ending, who was my real parents, and why Artha steal me from my birth mother. I shouldn’t stay curious, I should just stay silent and uphold my peace. Then, I wouldn’t have to witness a fire, and blood spilled in the air, if only I didn’t get angry and pursued revenge on my father, I wouldn’t have had to meet the legendary wolf. Maybe that’s his reason all along. He wanted me to stay by his side until he found my birth mother. He had to lie about his love story and keep secrets from me, and on the paper, I saw his name signed aside from the blank that I needed to sign. It just meant that he now let me become his neighbor. That was ironic. The house burned down, and I almost lived in his mansion for how long, it’s a pity that it was b
Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf 1: The Reasons of Meeting Mr. Wolf
"Have you heard about it? Someone saw the wolf last night about to devour a human." "What? The wolf that killed his own pack in the past? My dad said not to talk about it in the open or he'll hear you and get you and kill you!" “Stupid, you know that’s not true, we can talk about him in hushed voices so that he wouldn't know. I guess he got some superpowers on him that make him live forever and choose from shapeshifting or devouring a human at midnight. Our gardener saw him last night. Killing a human." “Really? He’s still existing? What does he look like now?” “Scary and hairy as hell, his eyes glistened gold on the glow of the moonlight.” “What? Really?” “Why? You’re telling our gardener’s a liar?” “No, Ira, I’m just surprised. Sorry.” I snapped my eyes to the room and pushed the door open, Ira and Danisha can keep talking about the wolf all they want if they won't try to harm me again. The janitor's closet was a cramped place to take a student’s lunch but I made my way to t
Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf 2: The Crying Moment
The rain started after I got home from school, big drops falls and I watched the two raindrops on my window race on going down. It was a bit cold and something about the air smells like petrichor, I steadied my breathing before I went on to wear my happy face again. It’s a smiling face I made for my family, another fake me who paints a picture that everything is just right because that’s what supposed to; to keep up with life even if you just wanted to fall on the rooftop of a high-rise building. The Japanese said we had three different faces, the first face is what you show to the world, second face to your family and the third face that you never showed to anyone. I was arranging my thoughts when I heard a scream downstairs and a loud sound of a glass dropping on the floor. I hurried to the stairs and saw my mom and dad arguing at each other on the kitchen. “This is because you keep controlling things, you control freak!” Mom was like a freshly harvested tomato because of her pal
Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf 3: Daddy's girl
My first instinct was to run, cry, and hide, any of those three. Maybe, I looked like a head that have a big watery eyes with skin pale as milk at the end of the dinner table. But I don’t care, why does Dad say words I couldn’t understand? “What?” Andrea reacted, her first word for this night. Suddenly, I saw the world on another edge, it’s a small box and I’m stuck inside, I’m cramped up, knees to my chest, my neck was down, hands together, and each seconds passed I feel the box shrinking. It’s like going to the horrendous night again, this time, I don’t care if it rained. I looked at Dad hoping he could hear my heart breaking into pieces because of what he said. Finally, Dad stood, he has not removed his gaze on me and I might looked like a little puppy begging for him to take back his words but he just stood there and didn’t even move a muscle to pat me. “Move away from us as soon as possible, I don’t want you lingering around here and doing stuffs, now that your mother died, yo
Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf 4: Farmhouse
Mr. Stanley was old, small, slightly stooped and wears a full dark glasses with a thick frame. Just as how I imagined him to be, he held his head in his hands when he saw me in front of him, maybe he got the idea with my puffy red eyes. “Please sit down, Miss Morrison,” he said and rose to her seat, I sat on the left chair. His office was simple as the solicitor he was, with brown wooden walls, a tall shelf with thick hardbound books and a huge table that separated me to him it was awkward that I saw myself here at seventeen. “Do you want something to drink? A coffee, water maybe?” I waved my hand successively. “I just came here to ask why my dad became like that.” Mr. Stanley looked like he was surprised but behind that façade, he knew it too well, I don’t need to add more description on that, I want to know why’s that -- he knew the reason my father who’s not my dad decided to be a jerk and dropped a bomb at the worst moment possible. He rested his back and pulled something in
Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf 5: Close to Him
I pushed my head back and whispered the same. “Who are you?” I tried to take the image of the man in front of my face, he was taller than me and has curly hair, a square jaw, and amber eyes. I squinted my eyes and gave him a knotted forehead. “This is my house.” “No, this is obviously my house,” he said in a serious tone as if he was lecturing a five-year-old who doesn’t understand a candy cost money and trespassed on his property. I blinked and pointed at the knob with the key. “But the key fits, I opened the door, this is my house.” He looked at me appraisingly for a moment, The man was about twenty-five and looks like a rugby player, his stature towered me so well that I can hide in his strong muscly body comfortably, it didn’t compare to my fragile little one. “Look here, Miss.” “This is my house.” He kept on staying firm with his words. Playing tough, eh? “I inherited this from my mother who just recently passed away,” I pulled the paper I got from Mr. Stanley and showed it
Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf 6: Second-hand Embarassment
The lady was wearing a mesh pink tutu skirt that almost touched the floor and white ballet flats, a loose white shirt was tucked in the skirt and she wore her black hair in a high ponytail, her cheeks were in a shade of rosy pink and her upturned eyes look sharp with mascara on. “My name’s Harriet, my mother left this house to me," I said in a dignified tone. She might have not believed me because her pink lips twitched but her sharp expression doesn’t change. I offered my hand and she looked at it for a second before accepting it. "Hello, then." “Blake?” The door swung open and the man that talks softly earlier gazed at us. “Yes?” “You’re still here.” He just didn’t ignore Tiffany's answer, but he pointed at my presence like it was a big joke for him that I’m still here. I gave him a frown and straightened my posture. “Why should I leave? This is my house.” The man closed his eyes firmly and ran a hand through his wavy hair before seriously looking at me. “I already told you
Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf 7: Blink Twice
Over a cup of coffee, I watched Tiffany as she told me a story about the legendary wolf with her hands. She looked like my Math Teacher who instructs with both of her hands, as if agreeing also on what she’s supposed to teach, her expression told me that she teaches the lesson already for years, she got a firm and steady eye as she talks and a loud high-pitch voiced that show confidence and never falter. The difference between Tiffany and my math teacher was she doesn’t want to be a math teacher, she failed the entrance exam at a known university in another city and falls into a private college instead, she entered the only available course there and became a math teacher, her demise did well on her in the end when she landed a consistent paying job but the people she knows and her closest friends and family laughed at her secretly as she walks, she’s just another stupid girl who thinks the world revolves on her, but alas! She was slapped with the truth; no matter how much time you c
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- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Epilogue (Part 2)
- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Epilogue (Part 1)
- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Chapter 91: Last Chapter
- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Chapter 90: Vendetta
- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Chapter 89: Trusting You
- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Chapter 88: No One's Getting Killed
- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Chapter 87: My Stepfather
- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Chapter 86: Pretty Flowers
- Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf Chapter 85: Apology
