Novels by Rhymingpen

“You will thank me for this someday.”The words of the Alpha lingered in her head for hours. She tried to think about them and analyze every single word he said but couldn't understand anything. He was just irrational!After he left, she had no choice but to lay on the bed. The Alpha really locked the door. She was loathing him until her eyes felt heavier, and she dozed off to sleep.When her eyes opened, another unfamiliar ceiling greeted her sight. Earlier, she woke up seeing white surroundings. And now, her eyes were blessed by a wood ceiling.She got up only to realize she was once again in another room. This one looked like a hut; almost everything was made up of woods, soothing to the eyes, and a nature motif.There was a cabinet, a shelf, and a pile of unorganized books on the side of the bed where she was lying. On the other side, there was an old violin placed on a small table. The light here was yellowish, almost like a fire lamp.There was no window, so she had no idea what

“If I was attacked by such a dangerous demon werewolf when this Alpha saw me, why wasn't I injured or even got scratches and bruises except for the wound I got before I shifted?” Aurelia mumbled to herself.That thought bothered her mind for a few minutes but she didn’t pursue asking him. She thought that raising a question would also mean she’s doubting his words. That would be disrespectful. Maybe, she should buy the idea that he saved her.Nonetheless, Aurelia has been contemplating whether to thank him or not.“Where am I? What’s this place?” Instead of uttering an appreciation and thanksgiving, she managed to ask.He licks his pinkish lower lip before shifting his eyes to her. He resembles a manly figure yet the way he blinks and the way his eyelashes flickers, and how his lips move, they are totally smooth and soft. . . very feminine.And why is she thinking about these all of a sudden?To shake that thought off her head, Aurelia bit her lip and looked away.“You’re in my room.”

“Help! Mother! Don’t---”Young Aurelia couldn’t help but scream. She couldn’t do anything. She was weak. Her vision was blocked by the tears that are continuously streaming down her cheeks. There was a lump in her throat. Her heart was breaking at the sight of her mother; wailing in pain. Her mother's pair of hazel eyes were staring at Aurelia as if they were telling her that everything will be fine. It was ironic how her mother is crying out of pain but her eyes are showing hope and every beautiful thing she could ever think of.Aurelia wanted to reach for her mother's hands and save her from the ruthless people that were attacking her but before she could do that, darkness ate her up. Suddenly, she couldn’t see anything but darkness. It invades her eyes. Her heart was heavy… too heavy. She blinks her eyes twice as soon as she wakes up from a terrible dream. It seems surreal. Everything still seems like yesterday when it happened. Aurelia shook her head, trying to shake that m

“I’m sending you to Valle de La Muerte.”The moment her father stated those words, Aurelia already knew that he didn’t really want to keep her in this home anymore. Well, she really wants to be freed from this home though.But if freeing her means sending her to Valle de La Muerte, then that would be a different story to tell.That is unjust for Aurelia. That will only make the situation worse. “Whether you like it or not, I will be sending you to that place!” Agnacio added, threatening his daughter.However, this time Aurelia has the courage to look him straight in the eyes, without any hint of fear, hence filled with anger.“You know what, father? I’m willing to leave if you all don’t want me here! You don’t have to bother sending me out because I can leave on my own.”But her father didn’t seem surprised at her remark. His stern facial expressions stayed the same. She didn’t bother shifting her eyes to Belinda. Aurelia knows Belinda is rejoicing at the moment. She could catch all

Everything keeps getting worse as the day passes by. It seems like she has no way out of this dreadful and cruel life. She doesn’t want to suffer from this over and over again as if she’s solely born to face this unjust reality. But no matter how much she begs to seek freedom, her alcoholic father and evil stepmother wouldn’t let her go out and live normally.Aurelia, the young maiden from the small town of Barrio Buena, grew up being distant from people. Not because she dislikes socializing but because she has no choice but to isolate herself and stay miserable, wasting her teenage years at home, not able to enter school, not allowed to find a companion, and not able to express herself. She’s not normal, she knew it from the start. “I’m tired,” she pants.She's sitting on the green grass as she silently watches the sun as it gives light to the world. She’s done harvesting the crops from the small farm owned by her father. She takes her time to rest because her feet are sore from har