I chuckled, feeling reassured by the support of my friends as they waved at Alexander. Alexander followed my gaze and acknowledged them with a nod. “You do have pretty friends,” he remarked. “And the best of them too,” I added proudly. He laughed. “That’s cool, isn’t it?” “Sure.…” I replied, nodding, though inwardly I was feeling quite nervous. “So, where did you come from?” I asked, eager to learn more about the guy I was crushing on. He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just moved into town. My family lives in the States, and we decided to study here.” “Really? And they let you?” I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise. “Of course they did,” he replied, rising to his feet and retrieving two drinks from a passing waitress’s tray. “Bills are on me,” he muttered as he handed me a glass of wine. “Thank you,” I murmured, taking the glass and sipping tentatively. “My parents would never allow me to leave town, let alone study in another state,” I remarked with a laugh, marveling at his f
I drove in silence, foregoing my usual habit of playing music, lost in my thoughts. The image of Alexander dancing with Helen lingered in my mind, fueling a newfound determination. “I think I’m ready to play this game,” I mumbled to myself, increasing my speed. Suddenly, a loud impact rocked my car from above, startling me. I yelled in panic, struggling to maintain control of the wheel, but managed to steady myself. With trembling hands, I glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to comprehend what had just happened. “What was that?” I muttered, heart pounding in my chest. Turning around, I was horrified to see a figure standing in the middle of the road. I screamed, slamming on the brakes as my car screeched to a halt before the mysterious figure. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, adrenaline coursing through my veins. As I stepped out of the car, my shock turned to disbelief when I realized it was Susan standing before me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to get yourself killed?
It was early in the morning when Drake entered the apartment, finding the living room cloaked in darkness. “At least he isn’t downstairs to lecture me about my movements,” Drake mused, adjusting his collar. As he approached a door leading to the corridor, the lights suddenly illuminated, causing him to gasp and pivot around. “I’m glad I know my brother so well,” Alexander remarked from his perch on an armchair, holding a glass cup filled with blood. It had always been his preferred method of feeding, deeming it distasteful to sink his fangs into people’s bodies. Drake scoffed as he neared. “You were here all along waiting for me? I’m impressed.” “Where were you all night, Drake?” Alexander inquired, his curiosity piqued. Drake shrugged. “Have you forgotten? I came to Latan to have fun, not to sip blood from a glass cup.” Alexander chortled. “I’m decent enough not to act like an animal, Drake.” Drake laughed, taking a seat opposite him. “Call it whatever you choose, Alex, but wearin
Grace inquired, “What did you say to them?” “Nothing harmful,” I answered, smiling confidently. Lora was taken aback when she saw Alexander and Anne heading to our table. “Please, sit here,” I offered, motioning for Alexander to sit beside me while I positioned myself between them. “Oh my God! She’s so mean,” Grace muttered under her breath. “Enjoy your lunch, Anne,” I said, nudging her playfully. It was evident that Anne was pretty upset, but I didn’t care. What did she expect? That I would allow her to continue her antics with Alexander at my table? No way! “Hello, ladies and gent,” Drake greeted as he arrived at our table with his lunch. “Can I join you?” “Sure, you can, Drake,” I replied, stealing a glance at Alexander, who had buried his head in his food. Drake sat down, muttering to himself, “This is going to be fun.” We ate in silence, staring at each other, while other students couldn’t help but steal glances at us. Drake cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So,
I entered the science laboratory and found the black witches of Latan City seated on chairs arranged in a round table. With a smirk, I approached them, raising my hands dramatically. “All hail the black witches. I thought you’d never call.” Geraldine scoffed. “It’s hard to believe that you’re actually Catherine’s daughter.” “It’s also hard to believe that you’re witches. How many more teachers in this school are witches?” I quipped, raising an eyebrow. “Yvonne.…” Susan cautioned, but Lucy intervened. “Let her speak, Susan.” I smiled appreciatively. “Thank you, but I can’t help but wonder, how many students have been bewitched so far?” Martha gasped in shock, but I silenced her with a sharp glare. “They aren’t complaining, Martha. It was just a question, so shut it!” I ordered. Lucy walked up to me and grabbed my hair, causing me to cry out in pain. As quickly as she had grabbed me, she released her hold, wearing a sinister smile. I glared at her, seething with anger. “What was t
“Geraldine, you were too harsh on her,” Lucy admonished, her tone tinged with concern. “I don’t care. Since when did we become friends with wolves? Don’t forget that they are our enemies,” Geraldine retorted, her anger palpable. Martha sighed heavily. “So we should just sit with our fingers crossed and wait for the day Father Bosco finally kills us all?” Geraldine chuckled bitterly. “You don’t dare question my decisions. Did you hear what she asked for? What on earth made her think we would ever tamper with nature?” Helen interjected, her voice hesitant. “But we’re witches, and she believes we can do anything. This shouldn’t be a big deal.” Geraldine’s resolve remained firm. “Not this time. We won’t do it.” Lucy folded her arms, her expression grave. “So how do you plan on taking down Father Bosco? I don’t want any more witches to die.” Geraldine lifted her chin defiantly. “I’ll handle it myself. I have a plan, and I hope it works.” Lucy’s concern deepened. “You hope? Did you h
Catherine entered her bedroom and found her husband in the midst of dressing up. “Everything is ready; everyone is downstairs,” she informed, standing behind him with a faint smile on her lips. Arthur turned around, offering a smile. “I’m so proud of you, Catherine. You always manage to make everything perfect.” Catherine returned the smile. “Thank you… it’s my duty as your mate and mother to our daughter to ensure perfection tonight.” As she turned to leave, she added, “I’ll go make sure the food and drinks are ready to be served. I am sure our arriving guests would be longing to greet us.” Arthur nodded approvingly. “That’s very good. What about Yvonne?” He asked looking concerned. Catherine hesitated, sounding a little nervous. “Well… she’s getting ready,” she answered, still facing away from him. From her tone, Arthur suspected that something was wrong. He walked around and stood in front of her, peering at her face. “What’s going on?” She shrugged. “Nothing, Arthur. Yvonne
"How on earth am I supposed to merge marriage and school?" I thought burying my head in my books.This all was beginning to sound like an impossible mission to me.I raised my head from my books and continued writing nonstop looking determined to finish the assignment, I was so scared of dozing off.A lot of times I had tried writing my assignment late at night only to find my head buried in my books the next morning with the assignment incomplete.Most times I continue writing once I wake up in the morning, other times when I wakeup late, I just abandon the books, dash into the bathroom, have a quick bath then I'm off to school, I end up trying to write it in school.You wouldn't blame me, if you were in my shoes you would understand exactly what I was going through.I continued writing making my hands move as fast as I could.Grace and Lora have observed how un steady I have been with my assignments and I didn't want to give them more reasons to