Maxwell could hear Shirley tossing and turning about on her bed. Guilt washed over him as he listened from the his room which was across hers. Shirley had been right, it was her father that had put him up to propose to her but he hadn't used anything against him like she had thought, not exactly. He had only revealed something about her to him and proposing to her had been the only way he could think of to protect her. Drawing a sharp breath, Shirley got out of bed and made her way out of the room. She took light steps to the kitchen and moved straight to the refrigerator. She took out a cup of ice cream from it, settled down on a chair in the kitchen and started to eat it as a million thoughts played in her head. "Can't sleep?" his voice made her jump, and then turn towards him. "You startled me!" she complained, putting her spoon on the table and standing up. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to," he said. She didn't say anything but look at him, and then she averted her gaze from him
A soft knock on Shirley's door made her jerk up. She sniffed, trying to push back the tears gathering in her eyes, and then she grabbed a tissue to wipe the tears off her face but it was already too late, her makeup was already ruined. Monique stepped in with a tray containing a glass of juice. She took one look at Shirley's face and gasped, placing the tray on the dressing table and moving to her. "Are you okay? What happened to your makeup?" she asked even though the redness of Shirley's eyes told it all. Without a word, Shirley started for the door, she walked down the passageway and down the stairs, heading straight for the sitting room where her father and Max were sitting. The confused Monique followed her. Max raised his head the moment Shirley entered the sitting room. From the way her heart was beating so fast, he could tell that something was wrong. And then there was the redness of her eyes and the traces of tears on her face. More so, her make-up was ruined. "Is it tru
The tears kept flooding Shirley's eyes as she drove, making her vision of the road blurry. She was driving beyond the speed limit and it was even a surprise that the police had not pulled her car over yet. She was driving through a one-way highway. From her rearview mirror, she could see Max's motorcycle following closely behind her. It was so annoying that he wouldn't just leave her the hell alone. She was angry, hurt, betrayed and now questioned what her and Max seemed to share. What if that was a lie to? Shirley couldn't help but feel that everything in her life had been a lie. With the intention of losing Max, she made a quick turn at a bend and found herself in a remote road. A smirk curved her lips as she saw Max drive past her. It would at least take him a while to turn his bike around and find her. That would give her enough time to hide from him. Suddenly, she saw a figure in the middle of the road from a distance. She immediately hit the brakes of her car but it was too
After taking a warm bath, Shirley moved to the mirror in the bathroom and just stared at her reflection. She had noticed as she drove from the accident site that her sense seemed to be heightened, especially her sense of hearing but she had just dismissed it as her nerves at work. From loud sounds to even the slightest sounds, she could hear them all. The honking of cars from miles away. Maxwell's villa was actually in a secluded place. The only residential building in the whole of that place. They were surrounded by woods from all four corners. She could hear the hooting of the night birds in the woods. The rustle of leaves as the cool night's breeze blew past the trees. Most of all she could hear Maxwell's heartbeat. It was steady but jumped at intervals like he was troubled. Drawing a sharp breath, Shirley closed and opened her eyes, and then froze. Her fingers moved to touch the corners of her eyes, which were now a glowing blue. "Ahhhhhh!" A scream escaped her lips and Maxwell
The duo lay cuddled in Max's king sized bed. Max was lying on his back and had pulled Shirley to half lie on top of him with her hair sprawled on his chest. "My father would hate me if he knows what I am," Shirley suddenly blurted out, breaking the thick silence that had been ensuing between them. "He is not your father Shirley," Max knew that it was a painful reminder but he still said it. She raised her head from his chest, even sitting up, to glare at him. "Look love, I know exactly what you are going through. I have lived it. And you know, you are actually lucky you have me," he said, sitting up himself and reaching to take both her hands in his. She let him, a soft sigh escaping her throat. She knew that he wasn't meaning to brag. She was indeed lucky that she had him to help her through this. "Are you also a born wolf? Or you were bitten?" she asked. "I am a born wolf, just like you," he said. "Tell me how you turned. I want to know," she demanded. Shirley felt that knowin
"We werewolves are limited by a curse. We are controlled by the full moon. The feds wanted to make humans into werewolves scientifically because they felt that the curse wouldn't apply to them. Making them the perfect weapon for war and their dirty deeds," Maxwell explained. "They call this project of theirs the Amanda Project. It is a highly classified government project that only the higher-ups know about," he went on. "They made the first batch. Twelve humans. It was a catastrophic failure that cost this nation lives and properties, one of which happens to be your mother," Maxwell said. Shirley gasped. "You mean my mother's death, was caused by the feds failed project?" Shirley asked, anger gushing through her veins. "I am sorry Shirley but yes," Maxwell said and Shirley sniffed as fresh tears brewed in her eyes. "I don't understand… Why are you working for them then?" Shirley asked. "I have no choice. It is the only reason I am alive, because I work for them, and they trust m
It was the sudden ringing of her phone that woke her up. She turned away from Max, who had also woken up. As she left his embrace and reached for her phone, picking the call, he sat up on the bed, yawning beside her. "Dad," was the first word that came out of her mouth, proceeded by a shaky breath. "Sweetheart, I was wrong. Please come back home and we will talk," her father's voice came from the other line. Max heard every word. "Okay," Shirley muttered, and then hung up. She turned to look at Max whose eyes had been on her the whole time. "You heard my dad. I have to go back home. If not for anything, for his own safety," she said as she started to push off the duvet with her feet, getting off the bed. "And what about your safety? Don't you realize that this could be a trap?" Max asked and she scoffed, and then turned to glare at him, her hands crossed together against her chest. "My father wouldn't hurt me," she insisted and he scoffed, shaking his head doubtfully at her. "L
Maxwell gave Shirley a grand tour of his villa. It was a one storey building. The villa was so spacious with too many rooms to count. There were two sitting rooms, one of the sitting room had a fireplace with a cozy cushion right in front of it. Shirley loved the fireplace. But she loved the rooftop more. There was a jacuzzi right inside the other sitting room. The villa had two kitchens and a lot of bedrooms. There was a workout gym with all the appliances a workout gym could have. There was an office space. A laundry room. A store room… The villa had plenty of outdoor space. A basketball court. A spacious swimming pool. Behind the villa's building was a mini garden. And all around the villa, they were surrounded by nature. From the rooftop, one could see the stretch of trees all around them. It was peaceful. An escape. Shirley loved it there. After the tour, Max fixed them both something to eat, Shirley assisted him, enthusiastically. After breakfast, Shirley went to take a sh
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