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54: NIGEL IS MINE
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THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 55: I PROMISE
THIRD PERSON POVNurse Sheila helped Miranda to her feet. “There you go, Nigel. I told you you'd be up and running in no time.”“I'm up alright, but I don't feel like running,” Miranda groaned. “Just tell me if you feel anything,” Sheila asked as she used a tiny roller to move around Miranda's back. She hissed when it passed over certain areas. “Good, the numbness and tenderness should disappear in forty-eight hours. But apart from that, you're free to go, Nigel.”Miranda sighed. “Thanks for everything, Nurse Sheila,” she nodded. Duran rushed inside the room, winded from excitement. “He's awake!” He yelled, and Nurse Sheila raised a brow at him. “I mean Miranda's awake.”Miranda's eyes lit up. She grabbed a shirt and pulled it over her head. Duran held her hand and helped her along the corridors until they arrived at Nigel's room. They entered only to see Valko sitting on a chair by the bed and Velma curled up next to Nigel, under his arm. “I miss you, Hot Stuff,” Nigel cooed while
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 56: UNDERGROUND LIBRARY
THIRD PERSON POVDays had passed, and Nigel was out of the hospital and back at Miranda's home. His memory of the last few months was still foggy. He had a hard time believing that Miranda and her friends knew about his kind. Plus, he was annoyed by her parents' constant worrying over him. They told him they finally got him a driver to take him to and from school. That he didn’t mind. “Honey, are you sure you will be OK?” Melissa asked him as she locked her suitcase. “Yes, I'll be fine. Roger and Clarke are here to keep me company, plus I have the Vanderwolfs to call in case of an emergency,” Nigel answered. His father and Miranda's father had been hanging out a lot lately, which he found odd. His dad didn't like humans, but seemed to genuinely like Paul.“OK honey, we will be back Monday afternoon, but Mr. Forester, your new driver, will pick you three up and 8:20 sharp Monday morning for school, so don't keep him waiting,” Melissa said. She hugged the three teens and grabbed her l
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 57: BOOK OF THE GOD’S
THIRD PERSON POV Lazarus stared blankly at the leather book sitting in the glass casing. What was the Book Of The God's doing in his father's castle? A book that was said to be lost thousands of years ago. The others waited for the vampire to speak, for him to even move his eyelids, but he was at a loss for words. Did the King know about this? Of course he must have, nothing happened in the castle that he didn’t know about. Lazarus knew when his father returned, he would sense that he had guests over without his permission. But that was an issue Lazarus would deal with when the time comes. “So are we gonna read it or just stare at it for the rest of our lives?” Nigel asked, and Lazarus finally blinked and moved his neck so he could look at his comrades. “It's not that simple. Only someone who's pure can open the book,” he mentioned, finally being able to process the situation. If only they knew how dangerous having this book was. “Problem solved. Miranda is a virgin,” Velma sta
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 58: MASTER ALEC
LAZARUS'S POV My mind kept racing at the speed of light. I couldn't think straight, knowing that my eternal mate was under the same roof with me and not in my arms. Velma was driving me nuts. I hissed, grabbing my bottle of brandy and pouring some in my liquor glass. I sipped on it, letting the alcohol roll around in my mouth a little before I swallowed it. The brandy smoothly slid down my throat, warming up my icy heart. I looked over at my bed. "Velma should be here now," I fussed, downing the rest of my beverage. A knock sounded on my door. I glided over and opened it. I knew exactly who it was. "Sire," the two vampires bowed. "What brings you two to my chambers at this hour?" I asked them. "Seros and I heard you brought werewolves and humans inside the castle today," Fitzroy spoke. "Please tell me this isn’t so." "What if I did? This is my castle," I roared. "Forgive us, Sire," Seros cleared his throat. "But this is your father's castle, and he won't take it kindly to yo
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 1: I’M MOVING
MIRANDA'S POVThe day I found out I was moving, my entire world stopped on its axis. I didn't know what to think, what to do, or whom to blame. I just remember staring up at Mother with an impassive expression on my face, not believing her. “Why?” I sought in a gentle tenor. I knew better than to raise my voice since my mother raised me to be a lady. “Mother, please tell me this isn't true.” Mother exhaled, taking off her glasses and polishing them on the hem of her cotton sweater. “Miranda, you know I don't do jokes. They offered me a new job, one that pays four times more than what I'm earning now.”“But we don't need more money. We're already rich,” I yelped, immediately covering my mouth, realizing my mistake. I knew I sounded like a brat, but my parents couldn't have chosen a worse time to be moving. Stanley Fisher, captain of the science club, had just asked me out on a date and I accepted. I was sixteen and no other guys had even glanced my way but Stanley. He was a bit of a n
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 2: NIGEL VANDERWOLF
MIRANDA'S POVOne Year LaterThe ice was melting in the mug I had in my hands loaded with strawberry Fanta. My mother would suffer a brain aneurysm if she knew I was consuming this sugary delight. But right then and there, I didn't care. All I wanted to know was if Hazel was going to find out if Zander was a werewolf. I rested the perspiring cup on my nightstand, but not before I took another mouthful, trapping and crunching on an ice cube between my teeth. The bed creaked as I hopped on it, and I hastily settled under the sheets, relaxing while I propped my head on the pillow. My fingertips left streak marks over my phone when I opened up the Goodñovel app. “Now where was I?” I quizzed myself, impatient to begin the next chapter. The last one left me on a massive cliffhanger. Before I could dive head-first into the world of the Alpha's Destiny, the blaring, loud hip-hop music came gushing into my room. Why did my parents have to move us here? My mother accepted a job at Wolferton A
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 3: VIRGIN FREAK
NIGEL'S POVIt was another glorious morning, and I woke up again with an erection. One would have been quick to blame it on my teenage hormones, but being a werewolf, I was expected to have a handle on these urges. Velma, the Beta's daughter, was supposed to stop by last night, but she mind-linked me, telling me something urgent came up. What could be more important than having sex with the Alpha's son? She better be ready for me tonight. Velma and I weren't boyfriend and girlfriend or anything like that, but we began hooking up a couple of years ago, and we decided to continue our meetings until one of us found our true mate.Meanwhile I had to figure out what to do about that pencil-neck virgin that was staying in our guest house. She just irked me the wrong way. I almost blew our secret last night when the clumsy bird fell out the window. I should have listened to my wolf and let her break her neck and die, but that feeling in my bones couldn't let that happen. I didn't understand w
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 4: DETENTION
MIRANDA'S POVI HATE NIGEL VANDERWOLF. “I hate him! I hate him! I. Freaking. Hate. Him!" I shrieked in frustration. There was no time for me to make it back home so I could change into some dry clothes. I had a calculus test that I could not be late for. I needed to maintain my 4.4 GPA. I suppose I just had to show up at school looking like a scrawny wet cat. I was drenched from head to toe, even my book bag was wet and my boots made squishy sounds whenever I made a step. I told myself that no one would notice me, but who was I kidding? As soon as I stepped on the campus ground all eyes were on me.“Did she fucking swim here?” An emo girl muttered to her friend. They chortled, generating more indecent remarks about me. I felt ashamed and ridiculous. At least at my last school, I was usually invisible. Here, I was like a zoo animal on display. “Who dressed her, her grandma?” A muscular fellow with jetblack hair laughed. “Go back to the 1950s, nerd.” I held my head down when he said tha
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