Author's POVCarla loved her disguise, the use of the hooded red dress she had bought unintentionally years ago finally came in handy when she needed it the most. Coupled with the round glasses and heavy red lipstick on her lips, she could be mistaken for someone else. It's quite a hard task outsmarting someone who is watching ones every move. But she wouldn't let that deter her, she had reserved a sit in the most busiest restaurant in fox city. And the location seem perfect because; none of those who have the high probability of recognizing her would never be found in such place.When she got to the private booth she had on reserve, Brian was already seated with his head down sipping on his drink like a just released convict. He blinked rapidly when he saw her. "Welcome, Carla." He stuttered. She rolled her eyes, sitting down with a huff. "I need you to give me a full update to whatever the message you sent me was about."On her way back to the house she had received a text from B
Collin's POVI could sense the discomfort in Patrick's voice, something was wrong and he wasn't doing much of a good job in hiding it. We were all seated at the school cafeteria for lunch, everyone chatting away. Ariel didn't seen to notice him because of the juicy gossip she was having with the rest of the girls. I noticed our table isn't exactly complete, Allen and Ashley aren't with us. My head seem to be completely filled with different thoughts, and I can't deny that I don't feel like having any form of long discussion. Alessia understood this and gave me my space, it was much more enjoyable watching her have fun and not necessarily involving my take. I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder, glancing at the direction of the touch. Patrick motioned with his head for me to come with him. I kissed Alessia hurriedly on the cheek, before going with him. "I see I am not the only one in a deep thought." He chuckled as we walked towards the schools football pitch. I shrugged, "sometimes t
Author's POVRyan's eyes almost jutted out their sockets when he saw Tom lifeless on the floor. He had thought it was a joke when he had gotten a call from the frat to inform him of Tom's death. It seem so surreal. "You did this to cover for you and your family right?" Brian was the first to flare up, his usual way of acting. Jordan cut him a glare, "don't say something you might regret Brian. Ryan how did this happen?"Staring in disbelief, Ryan chuckled. "You all must really think I am this stupid. Why would I do this? It's obvious there is someone among us who is doing all of this and trying to pin it on me. And I can tell who is trying to mess around with me." Brian's heart thumped at that, he feared Ryan might have found out about his constant meeting with his wife. His palm became sweaty when Ryan's eyes lingered on him. "Don't give me that look." He muttered hurriedly. "Why? Are you the one making things up?" Ryan retorted. "Does one make death up?" Brian threw back at him
Author's POVCarla hissed loudly into the receiver, she hated it when Brian tries his hardest to give her an excuse. She had heard Ryan talking about Tom found dead and she wanted to know of everything that the frat had discussed. But Brian wasn't divulging any information. "You wouldn't like what I would do to you Brian if I find out you have been fooling me. I hate being toyed with and you know. I guess there is no need for me to try explaining myself to you. What happened during your meeting?" Brian exhaled loudly on the other line, "don't talk to me like I am one of your son's friend or someone you feed. I am none of the two, so when I tell you what actually is the situation of things you learn to take it as it is. He is suspecting me already and you know how brutal he can be." "Brian, don't mess with me. Try your best to find out whatever it is Ryan might be planning. And I need every information tonight itself. Also, don't forget to let me know when the next heist would be ca
Author's POVThe room appeared tensed due to the awkward silence, none of them could bring themselves to speak. Charlie exhaled loudly, finally finding it in him to make a sound. He had received a call from Brenda asking him to come with Ester to the house. However, they had arrived and met about three unfamiliar people. Charlie couldn't tell if they were werewolves or humans. They could be any of the two, he would argue more human because there was no traces of the wolf scent in them. Only if they had mask it well enough. Neither Brenda or Damien had come down to attend to them yet and it was making Charlie feel impatient. Ester noticed her husband discomfort, she placed a hand on his knee to help him relax. "What's wrong?" She inquired. He gulped, "I don't know. I don't feel too good about coming here, what do you think is going on? It's too unnaturally quiet in here." "Just relax. It's not like there is anything to be worried about when it comes to Tephanie's parents. We have
PROLOGUE.Fierce heartbeats.Fast strides.Haggard breaths.Dripping sweats.She knew there was no turning back now. The only thing she regretted was not leaving sooner. she continued to run through the woods, torns and spikes of trees scaring her bare arms and legs. She knew her bare feet were already bleeding but she couldn't stop and couldn't care less. All she thought about, all she cared about then was the little boy running beside her.Countless times, amidst the heat of hurry, she glanced over at the poor little boy fighting to reach her strides. She had brought this all upon him. She shouldn't have involved him. He was still too young!She held onto the tender little hand of the boy, the sweats accumulated over time threatening to separate their hands but she held on tight.Smashing a twig on the floor, she snapped her head forward and saw the fallen tree trunk. She's close now. She's going to make it.The boy steals a glance at his mother once again, his heart beating more th
Anger. I felt the urge to retaliate, to split his whole body into two. But just then, I remembered that would be the dumbest thing to do right here in the open. Charlie says not to ever get noticed. He'd said "not everybody loves to have werewolves lurking around the neighborhood""Patrick! What is wrong with you?!"I heard boots urgently skating towards me and a second later, she's kneeling before me and grabbing my arm. I'm forced to look up at her but all I see is her hairs as she's turning towards scumbag and saying "do you always have to do this Patrick?""Get away from there, kitty" he yelled."No! You get away from me, okay?" She snapped. She pulled at my arm and I let her lift me off the floor.She starts pulling at my arm and dragging me towards a store.The moment we stepped into the dimly lit room, I smelled the reeking odor of native medicines all over the room. Even though I wasn't hurt at all, I let her lead me to a booth around the corner of the packed room. Heads snap
Alessia.Stepping out from the black cab that pulled up right in front of the fountain before my lawn, I couldn't help the feelings inside of me. I felt strange all of a sudden and I felt goosebumps ripple through my exposed legs. The night felt crispy cold. Tonight had been a disaster. Again.Watching the enormous mansion I lived in as I walked up the long, wide steps, I couldn't help feel that same feeling I always felt on my birthdays. Loneliness. I shared a huge mansion with an extended family yet it always feels so lonely. Maybe it's because I live with my mother's family and not with my birth father's.My mother, Miranda Winters divorced my birth father eight years ago. I'd never seen him ever since. She remarried Phil afterwards and he moved in here. My mother was a strong and fearless woman and it was hard to live with her as I grew older but I don't exactly have any choice or any say in my life. The people around me pretty much run my life for me. My mom who irrevocably tell