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The car continued to speed on the highway until it took a sudden turn, entering a remote road with a stretch of woods on both sides of the road. A grunt like sound escaped Shirley's throat for the umpteenth time. The continuous rush of an indescribable feeling washing through her, the feel of her bones breaking, was killing Shirley. She didn't understand what was happening to her as occasionally, her bones snapped, making a popping sound, it was so painful that it forced a scream out of her mouth each time the snapping sound and pain washed through her. She knew that it was the full moon which was already beginning to be visible in the sky. She was turning. Amelia spared the struggling Shirley a quick glance, noticing that her eyes were now a glowing blue. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she returned her gaze to the road ahead. "We are almost there," she told Shirley in a comforting tone and Shirley gritted her teeth as she felt a sharp pain in her mouth, like she was suddenly gro
Shirley was quiet for a while as her brain tried to register the new information she had just heard. So witches exist too? It made her wonder how much more supernatural and mystical creatures, all thought to be folklores, actually existed. "Wow!" she muttered after a while, clearly appalled, and then her eyes fell to the wristwatch on her right wrist. "It is already dawn!" she exclaimed, her eyes darting towards Amelia who was now standing on her feet. "It is already dawn," Amelia repeated, her voice almost a quiet whisper. "So, umm, did I turn or not?" Shirley heard herself asking, It had been one of the many questions that had played in her head as soon as she had come to and had seen herself in this place. "Why, you would have loved to turn and perhaps have me take a picture of you as a wolf so you could see for yourself how wolf you look like?" Amelia asked, intending to be sarcastic but surprisingly, Shirley nodded her head in affirmation to her question, compelling Amelia to
The sun, a golden big orb, was already standing proudly in the sky by the time Shirley returned to the Blakes Residence being driven by Amelia in her car. Although the sun was visible in the sky, its heat barely reached the inhabitants of earth as it was a cold morning.Getting out of the car almost at the same time with Amelia, Shirley’s head turned to the gateman who had let them in as the man had started to approach them after closing the gate.“Ma’am Blakes, your father is inside and he is furious,” the man who seemed to be in his late forties informed. Shirley only gave him a light nod, her expression neutral before she turned to Amelia who had walked round after getting out of the driver’s seat and was now standing beside her.The previous day, even before Amelia had arrived in the house, Shirley had told her personal maid Eva, that she was just going to be hanging out with her friend, that is Amelia and would leave with her as soon as she came but that wasn’t all, knowing that
Shirley stayed in her father's embrace for a few more minutes before she pulled away from him. "I should go get ready for school," she muttered, rising. He gave her a light nod. She started to leave but he called her name, "Shirley," and she halted, turning to him. "Are you by any chance intimately involved with that Maxwell Conat?" he asked and she swallowed, his question had sure taken her by surprise. "Ummm… I," she didn't know what to say. Judging by the conversation she had overheard between Max and her dad just the previous day, she wasn't sure if her dad approved of her being with Max or not. But then, hadn't he been the one to propose that they get engaged in the first place. She smirked. "Shouldn't we be? Considering you wanted us to get engaged, remember?" she replied, a hidden taunt in her voice. "About that…" Mr Blakes' voice trailed off and he heaved in a deep breath. "I don't even know if I want that anymore," he said and she sighed softly. Maybe he hadn't found ou
Shirley's bodyguards were following closely behind as the two girls; Shirley and Amelia walked down the corridor, heading towards the university's building exit. Amelia couldn't help but notice the stares of admiration being passed to Shirley occasionally by other students, even lecturers. No one dared approach her though. Not with the bodyguards protectively following behind them. "You know we have to lose them, right?" Amelia spoke in a voice almost a quiet whisper and Shirley turned to look at her, immediately knowing that she was referring to the bodyguards following them. "You are witch. Can't you like make them drop asleep or something? Like you did to me, huh?" was Shirley's quiet comeback, her voice taunting. Amelia first let out a soft chuckle before saying, "Of course I could but imagine them suddenly falling asleep behind us in front of all these students around us, would that be considered normal? Or are you planning on giving all these lovely students of this prestigio
Shirley first gave Amelia an incredulous look, and then drew a sharp breath before moving towards the car. When she got to it, she passed the smiling Amelia a quick glance before she proceeded to bend her body slightly, both her hands stretched out and reaching under the car to grip on it, and then she started to lift it, her eyes widening in shock as the car was lifted to the air easily. She turned to Amelia, excitement dancing in her eyes as she slowly put the car back down. It dropped down with a thud and Amelia frowned, rushing towards the car to check if any damage had been done to it. "It wouldn't kill you to be careful… Want to damage my car!" she exclaimed as she moved from one part of the car, to the other, checking it out frantically. "Says the girl who asked me to lift the car in the first place! And let's not forget, you did just throw a dagger at me!" Shirley retorted, glaring at Amelia. She really just didn't get the girl. She was frustrating as hell. Helpful yeah. But
"That feels good. Don't stop…" Shirley muttered as she felt his hands roaming all over her body. A moan preceded her words, and then his lips met hers, engaging it in a fierce kiss. His hands continued its movement still, touching every inch of her skin. His tongue continued to taste every inch of her mouth. Shirley felt like her body was on fire. She moved her hands to feel his broad chest. Damn! She had almost forgotten how it felt like. Just right... His mouth left hers and started to trail down her body, from her neck to her soft buds, down to her navel, and then finally he used his hand to spread her legs apart and his mouth moved down to her wetness to taste her. A moan escaped Shirley's lips when she felt his tongue down there. She even bit her lower lip in pleasure as he continued to move his tongue all around her wetness, teasing her. When his face moved away from her wetness, he leaned forward to inch his face towards hers, and then captured her mouth again, at the same ti
The duo, that is Shirley's father and Amelia ended their laughter as soon as Shirley's figure came into their view. Shirley's gaze first moved and rested on her father but she quickly averted her gaze from him to Amelia, not even returning the smile he offered her. She couldn't help but be surprised. Her father seldom laughed. She could count the number of times he had laughed since they lost her mother, his wife, with one hand. So what exactly had Amelia shown to him to make him laugh like he was doing until just a second ago? She couldn't help but be curious. Her eyes moved from Amelia to her father again, his face still had traces of laughter. "Hey dad, you were not home when I got back home yesterday so I assumed you were out of the country. You must have come back home this morning," Shirley said as she took a seat across where the duo were sitting together on a two-seater sofa. Although she was curious, she decided not to voice out her curiosity just yet. It was best she first
Lucas Blakes seemed taken aback by Shirley's question so he didn't answer immediately. However, his expression turned sour as he too dropped his cutleries and leaned back on his chair, searching Shirley's eyes. "You were intimately involved with Max, so shouldn't you know? Didn't he tell you how he was sent by the government to spy on me and stop me from uncovering the truth about your mother's death? Did he not?" There was a certain heaviness with which Mr. Blakes spoke. Judging from how her father was speaking, Shirley could tell that he was expecting her to be surprised and even shocked by his sudden revelation about Max being a spy. So she feigned the reaction he was expecting. She knew her father well enough to know that he wasn't accusing her with his choice of words, he was simply revealing something to her. "Max was a spy sent by the government?" she asked, even lowering her voice so it was almost a whisper and pulling off a quite appalled expression on her face. He nodded
The smile Shirley wore proudly on her face was beginning to make her cheekbones hurt, still she kept the smile on her face as she kept posing for the camera. She was having a photo shoot session, modelling for a make-up brand of which she wasn't just a model but their spokesperson. The name of the makeup brand was, Glitters. "Let's take five," the director said to Shirley who nodded before moving away from the stage. Monique met her halfway, offering her a bottle of water, with the cap already off the bottle. "Thanks," she muttered to Monique and took a quick drink from the bottle before returning it to Monique who accepted it with a slight bow. Shirley moved her hands to massage her face, especially her cheekbones. "Get the last set of lipsticks, we are shooting that in 2," the director's voice rang out. Shirley knew that was her cue to go to the make-up artist so they could start trying the different shades of the last set of lipsticks on her, and then start shooting her, wearing
It was quiet in the car as Amelia drove down the road until Shirley caught sight of a bar by the side of the road. "Pull the car over Amelia. Let's go there," she said to Amelia, pointing at the bar. Amelia sighed softly but she pulled the car over. She could use a drink herself. "I am getting drunk tonight," Shirley declared as she started to take off her seatbelt. "Wear this," Amelia said to Shirley, shoving a pair of sunglasses into her hands. "You are Shirley Blakes. There is nothing much this could do but it's better than nothing, wear it," Amelia urged. Shirley nodded slowly, and then put the sunglasses on. The two girls soon got out of the car, and then started for the bar. "I will have a shot of vodka please," Shirley said to the barman, a young handsome man, as she took a seat on one of the long stools by the bar counter. Amelia sat on another stool right next to her. The barman got started on Shirley's order, when he gave her the shot she gulped it all in one go. "
Running on all fours, that is with both her hands and legs touching the ground, Shirley continued down the woods. She had used the route through the woods to the hospital as she couldn't quite run on all fours on the main roads. Not if she didn't want to cause a frenzy, she hadn't lost her rationality quite to that point. Amelia had tested Shirley's super speed during a few of their training session, how far she could go. Shirley could go faster than a speeding car. That was why she didn't bother to use a car. The thought that Max could already be on his way to kill her friends fueled her speed as she ran in the woods. Her eyes were a glowing blue, the fangs had grown out of her mouth, her claws were out too, her ears were a few inches longer... Shirley continued to race until she neared the hospital. Taking deep breaths in succession, Shirley stood on her two feet, and then started to dust off the mix of sand and grasses from her body and clothes. Her eye colour and ear size had retu
"I don't understand, how can he not be human? And how the hell can you even tell?" Shirley asked. "I am a witch Shirley and witches can feel energy. Humans, werewolves, witches, every kind existing has energy unique to its kind," Amelia explained. "So is umm, Alexander a witch because he can't be a werewolf, if he was then his sister would be too and she would have most probably already healed from that bullet wound but she clearly hasn't, or is she a born wolf that hasn't turned yet, oh my God! Is that it?" Shirley blabbered, her gaze on Amelia intent. "Woah slow down Nation's Fairy, I did say he is something, didn't I? If he was a werewolf or a witch, I could have just said it point-blankly," Amelia pointed out. That's right, thought Shirley. "So what is he? Wait are there other kinds aside witches, werewolves and humans?" Shirley was astounded at the possibility. "Well, remember the time I mentioned gods existed?" Amelia asked and Shirley's eyes widened. "No way! Alex is a god
The day went by very quickly, after Shirley's examinations for the day, she stopped by at the hospital to check on Alicia. There was a crowd of reporters and the paparazzi at the entrance of the hospital when Amelia and Shirley arrived. When Shirley and Amelia stepped out of the car they had driven to the hospital, the reporters and paparazzi swarmed around them. "Shirley Blakes, are you here to visit Alicia Gilbert?" "Are you two close friends?" "What can you tell us about the shooting?" "Do you know anyone who could have targeted Alicia Gilbert?" They bombarded Shirley with countless questions, flashing their cameras and microphones on her face. The escorts that always followed Shirley around, led by Amelia, swung into action helping Shirley easily weave her way into the hospital with a natural smile, while they kept the reporters back. ****** "How is she doing?" Shirley asked as she moved closer to Alicia's bed, her eyes watering up on seeing the tubes and machines attached
It was soon dawn and Shirley hurriedly prepared for school. Her first semester examinations started today and even though her life had taken a huge drastic turn in the past few weeks, Shirley was confident that she would do very well in the exams and this was because, not only had Shirley been studying hard prior to the examination period, she was plenty experienced in her field of study. She had been working in her father's company since she could remember anyway. He had taught her everything about the business sector that he knew. After the first semester examinations which was going to last for a week, there would be a two weeks break, and then after the break, the rest of the academic year would be spent doing her internship at her father's company. That was the arrangement. As Shirley stood in front of her dressing mirror, she heaved in a deep breath, closing her eyes. When she opened her eyes, the colour had changed from chocolate brown to a glowing blue. She smiled, and then
Shirley was so immersed in her thoughts, Amelia noticed and that wasn't the only thing she noticed. Amelia could see some sort of turbulence playing in Shirley's chocolate eyes. "Is something wrong?" Amelia asked, taking light steps closer to Shirley and only stopping when there was just a small distance between them. Shirley's eyes blinked when Amelia spoke, and then she shook her head in negation, a little too quickly, compelling Amelia to furrow her eyebrows at her. "It's nothing," Shirley spoke in a tone so low, Amelia almost didn't hear her, and then she added, "We should go." "What happened to wanting to do everything within your power to help your friend?" Amelia asked with a raised eyebrow. She could tell that there was something Shirley wasn't telling her and she didn't like it. "I am helping her. At least we now have additional information about this person who shot my friend. The person had been in some other country until yesterday evening. And in that country, it had
The cloud was still dark as the sun was yet to rise. Strong winds were blowing, compelling Shirley's hair to dance to its rhythm. Occasionally, a few strands of her hair would move to cover her face and she would have to hurriedly tuck them in behind both her ears. It was a futile move because it soon moved to cover her face again when the wind blew past her again, making her repeat the process of trying to tuck strands of her hair behind her ears. Shirley shuddered momentarily from the coolness of the early morning breeze that suddenly washed through her, and then she gripped both ends of her coat and zipped it all the way up. It had only been zipped halfway before. Her hair was all over her face again compelling a frustrated grunt out of her mouth, however, she did nothing about it anymore. "Picked up anything yet?" Amelia's voice sounded behind Shirley and the next thing Shirley knew the girl had moved to gather her hair in her hands, and then use a hair band she had fetched from