Eden Monroe. The sun had set and the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink. I walked along the beach, feeling the cool sand between my toes and the gentle breeze against my face. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was the only thing that broke the serene silence.As I walked, I noticed a figure in the distance. It was a woman, sitting alone on a bench, staring out at the sea. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could tell she was lost in thought.Curiosity got the best of me and I made my way towards her. As I got closer, I could see that she had tears streaming down her face. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should just leave her be, but my empathetic nature wouldn't allow it."Excuse me, are you okay?" I asked softlyThe woman turned her head and smiled at me, not like I saw her crying some few seconds ago. She patted the space beside her on the bench and I sat down because I felt at ease. I looked at her once more and I saw that she looked familiar but
Eden Monroe. On a hot, sunny day, while rushing to attend a class, I came across my best friend Carla. I was surprised to see her wearing a large hoodie that obscured her face, as this was not her typical style. I approached her and called out her name. As she looked up at me, I noticed that she was smoking."What in the world are you doing? I can't believe you're smoking on school grounds, Carla!" I exclaimed.Carla took a puff from her cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke before responding to me, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just going through a lot right now and I needed something to help me cope.""But that's not a solution at all, you know you could talk to me and I am there to listen." I said to her,She groaned and rolled her red eyes at me, "Eden, stop being a bitch and just shut up." She said to me, I was appalled by her words but at the same time, I wasn't so surprised. It was the drugs messing with her head and she does stupid things. "I'm sorry I said that— it's just so.
Dorian Grimaldi. Gustavo and I both shared a look with one another, both of us wondering how Eden's friend, Carla, was involved with a vamp guy. We were standing in the forest, watching silently. "You know. . ." Gustav said after a moment, turning his gaze to the two individuals, Carla and the vamp guy who was sucking on her blood, "I think he hypnotized her.""Do you really think so?" I inquired, observing Carla's pleasure-filled groans."Absolutely," Gustavo replied, his eyes fixed on the pair. "Look at the way she's responding to him. It's not natural."I couldn't argue with his assessment. As I watched the scene in front of me, Carla seemed completely entranced by the vampire's presence, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.As we watched on, I realized that we needed to act fast before it was too late. I didn't care if her friend died, but Eden won't be happy if she finds out that we watched her friend being sucked to death by a vampire, not like she would ever know."How di
Eden Monroe. Looking around my room, I noticed the clock on my bedside table. Its digital numbers glowed in the semi-darkness, announcing that it was already past 8 am. A weekend, at last, but I still needed to get ready for the day. I yawned and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my muscles from sleeping in an awkward position.As I shuffled towards my window, I was greeted by a dazzling sunbeam that made me squint. The world outside was painted in bright colors, with the sky an endless blue and the trees' leaves a vibrant green. However, something felt off, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. A sense of unease settled in my stomach, making me hesitate before opening the window.I took a deep breath and leaned against the window frame, trying to shake off the feeling. Maybe I was just nervous about meeting my friends later or worried about a test I had next week. Or maybe it was nothing at all, just a fleeting thought that would soon pass. Either way, I needed to focus on the
Eden Monroe. As Iay in bed, my phone suddenly rang. I hesitated before answering not sure I was ready to face the outside world just yet, but when I saw Carla's name flashing on the screen— I knew I had to answer,"Hello?" I said, my voice shaking. "Hey, Eden— it's me Carla. . . I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing." She said, in her usual upbeat tone. My heart dropped. It couldn't be possible— I saw Carla's lifeless body hours ago. I felt like I was going insane. Was this a sick joke?"Carla, how. . . How are you calling me?" I stammered, tears starting to stream down my face. "What do you mean? I'm just calling to check in on my bestie. Is everything okay?" Carla said, sounding confused. I was shaking now, unable to comprehend what was happening, "Carla, you. . . You passed away. You're gone." I managed to say. There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Carla spoke again, "Eden, what are you talking about? Don't play that game with me— I'm alive a
Eden Monroe. I woke up early in the morning and rubbed my bleary eyes. It's been a sad week and I couldn't remember the last time I had slept properly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Carla's face, pale and lifeless. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the image that seemed to plague my life. I got dressed in a hurry, not bothering with makeup or fussing over my hair. I had one destination in mind: the morgue. I had to see Carla's body for myself, to make sure it was real, to say goodbye properly and also to find out reasons. I got into my sister's car, hands shaking slightly as I turned the ignition. The drive to the morgue was a blur, with me lost in my thoughts. I couldn't believe Carla was gone. We had been friends since kindergarten, and now she is dead. Murdered, no less.I wondered who could have done something like that to my friend. Carla was the kindest person I knew. She never hurt anyone, never got into trouble. And yet someone had killed her, left her body t
Dorian Grimaldi. I was still seething with anger as I got into my car and drove towards Eden's house. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the trees as I drove down the winding road. I couldn't believe the argument I just had with my mother over the death of Carla's friend. I felt like she was trying to protect someone, but who? I needed to clear his head and make sense of it all.As I parked my car in front of Eden's house, I looked around at the quiet neighborhood. The houses were small and well-kept, with neatly trimmed lawns and colorful flowers in the front yards. I took a deep breath and got out of my car, feeling the cool evening breeze on my face. I walked up to the front door and was about to knock when I saw Charles Monroe, Carla's father, leaving the house through the backdoor.My heart started racing as I wondered what I was doing there. I had seen Charles in this part of town before, but him sneaking out of the house was suspicious. Where could he be going at
Eden Monroe. The next morning, I got dressed and headed to Lady Maurie's house for coffee. As I drove there, my mind was still on Carla and the strange bite marks on her body. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. When I arrived at Lady Maurie's house, a man stood before me, telling me to follow him. I did, since Lady Maurie was expecting me over. As soon as I stepped into her living room, I saw Lady Maurie, clad in a black dress. She was looking radiant as always and I don't think I have ever seen her not looking so flawless. When she saw me, I was greeted warmly and then she led me to the dining room, sitting down. . . I smelt an heavenly scent of coffee and then she poured some for me, telling me to enjoy the coffee."I'm so glad you are here." She said, smiling brightly at me. Her smile made me feel less worried, I didn't think of any troubles I had been going through since I stepped in here. "I promised you I was going to come, here I am." I replied and s
Dorian Grimaldi.A restless week had crawled by, weighed down by the anguish and fear that clutched my heart. The memory of Eden's abduction by the hunters haunted my every waking moment, fueling my relentless determination to bring her back unharmed. The pain of her absence gnawed at me, making each passing second feel like an eternity. But now, against all odds, we had reached an agreement—a fragile truce born from Eden's courageous negotiations.As the Alpha King, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon my shoulders. The safety of our pack rested on the delicate threads of this newfound alliance. The hunters, once our sworn enemies, were now our reluctant allies, bound by a shared understanding of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.Within the pack, whispers echoed through the corridors of our territory, carrying the news of the agreement that Eden had orchestrated. Some greeted the news with hope, their weary hearts yearning for peace and a chance to rebuild what had
Eden Monroe. I glanced around, taking in the furious expressions etched on the faces of the people gathered in the forest, with Dorian standing out as the embodiment of imminent chaos. His intense gaze scanned my body, searching for any signs of injury or harm inflicted upon me."Don't worry, Dorian. I'm alright. They didn't lay a finger on me," I reassured him, my voice steady despite the tumultuous atmosphere."How can I be sure they won't hurt you?" Dorian erupted with anger, his voice booming through the forest, carrying his concerns on the wind.My heart skipped a beat as I felt the waves of his emotions crashing against me. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, wanting to calm the tempest brewing within him. "Dorian, I understand your fear, but you have to trust me. They won't harm me."His eyes blazed with a fiery mix of concern and rage, his voice tinged with desperation. "Look at them, Eden! They're like a pack of fools, hungry for blood!""Hey! Who are you calling fool
Dorian Grimaldi. After what seemed like forever, I finally had the crown on my head and became the new Alpha King. The people bowed down to show respect, and they all shouted, "Long live the king" together.Yet, a disquieting restlessness stirred within the depths of my being, an unsettling void that gnawed at my insides. My wolf, an instinctual creature of the wild, sensed an absence, a void in our shared bond, and it troubled me deeply.Searching the sea of faces, my eyes yearned for the presence of the one person who was meant to stand beside me on this momentous occasion. But she was nowhere to be found, like a fleeting dream that evaporates with the first rays of dawn. Where could she be? What could have caused her to be absent during this pivotal juncture?I looked around, hoping to see my Eden standing beside me on the stage, but she was nowhere to be found. My wolf felt restless, and I couldn't understand what was happening.I saw Gustavo standing with his mate, Ben, but my m
Eden Monroe.I hurriedly made my way towards Ben, who stood at the front, my mind still plagued by unsettling thoughts. "Hey, Ben," I called out, desperately seeking his attention."Yeah, Queen. What's up?" he responded, addressing me by the new title that would soon be bestowed upon me."Funny. I need to talk to you," I replied, urgency lacing every word, my tone betraying my inner turmoil."Are you okay? Cold feet? You don't want to be queen?" Ben inquired, his eyes filled with concern."No, it's not that... Ugh, just please, be serious for once. This is really important," I pleaded, my voice tinged with frustration.Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Ben guided me to a secluded corridor in the bustling hall. "Alright, now tell me, what's the problem?" he asked, his voice lowering as if to match the intensity of the situation.Taking a deep breath, I relayed to him everything I had overheard from the conversation of those I accidentally eavesdropped on."Wait, did you just sa
Dorian Grimaldi.The night had descended, casting an eerie ambiance over the grand mansion. The air was thick with anticipation, but the atmosphere felt different from the previous ball. Instead of joyous faces, I was met with stern expressions as guests made their way through the ornate entrance.Taking my place at the entrance, I stood tall, flanked by Ben, my trusted companion. Adorned in a gown fit for a queen, my dress for the coronation exuded elegance and regality.The fabric, a shimmering midnight blue, flowed gracefully around me, cascading in gentle waves. Its ethereal quality captured the moonlight, creating an enchanting display as I moved. The gown hugged my frame, accentuating my curves while allowing for ease of movement.Intricate silver embroidery adorned the bodice, tracing delicate patterns. Each stitch was meticulously crafted, adding a touch of celestial beauty to the ensemble. The neckline, adorned with a scattering of opalescent beads, caught the light, creating
Dorian Grimaldi.The day of my placement as Alpha king had finally arrived, and the atmosphere in the pack house crackled with anticipation. The halls were teeming with werewolves, their energy palpable as they hurriedly prepared for the momentous coronation. I could sense the eyes of my pack members upon me, their expectations weighing heavily on my shoulders.Lost in my thoughts, I stood in the midst of the bustling crowd when Gustavo, my steadfast beta, approached me with a grave expression. He handed me a letter, and as I perused its contents, my initial disbelief gave way to a steely resolve. The Mendalv clan, our once dependable allies, had chosen to sever their ties with the werewolf community, leaving us vulnerable and without a safety net.I read through the details of the letter, my face a mask of indifference, though inside, a storm brewed. Gustavo's voice held a tinge of urgency as he stressed the gravity of the situation, emphasizing the absence of a backup plan should th
EDEN MONROEAs my eyes slowly fluttered open, the warm rays of the sun caressed my face, nudging me from the realm of dreams into the waking world. Instinctively, I turned to shield myself from the intrusive light, only to find myself mere inches away from Dorian, whose eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. The sight of him, wide awake and undeniably handsome, sent a jolt of surprise coursing through my veins."Oh, you're awake now?" I muttered, my voice laced with a mix of grogginess and playful annoyance.Dorian's lips curled into a knowing smile, his voice filled with teasing amusement. "I never slept, you see. Someone kept me up all night," he replied, his tone dripping with playful insinuation.A blush erupted across my cheeks, the heat spreading like wildfire down my neck and into the depths of my being. Caught off guard by his remark, I stammered, "I-I... well, that's not... I mean… I did not."Dorian's laughter rumbled in his chest, a deep, melodious sound that washed over me
Dorian Grimaldi.The dense forest beckoned me with its verdant embrace, my paws propelling me forward with relentless determination. The ethereal breeze whispered through the towering trees, tenderly caressing my sleek fur as I dashed through the underbrush. A symphony of sounds enveloped me—the rustling leaves, the melodic chirping of birds, and the distant echo of my wolf's triumphant howl. Each step I took sent a thrilling pulse through my veins, heightening the adrenaline coursing through my lupine form.As I neared my hidden sanctuary, a sense of anticipation mingled with the primal instincts that guided my every move. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the impending encounter that awaited me. And then, like a whisper in the wind, I heard voices—two distinct voices—tantalizingly close.With the grace of a predator stalking its prey, I slowed my pace, a silent predator navigating the shadowed realm of the forest. My keen senses heightened, I cautiously approached
Dorian Grimaldi. As I strolled down the dimly lit corridor, the weight of the earlier confrontation with my mother still lingered in the air, gnawing at my insides. The atmosphere seemed to mirror my unease, with shadows dancing ominously along the walls, creating an eerie backdrop to my troubled thoughts.Just as despair threatened to consume me entirely, a flicker of movement caught my attention. My eyes darted to the end of the hallway, where Ben and Jasmine were engaged in a frantic dash. Their figures glided effortlessly through the gloom, their silhouettes radiating a sense of urgency that piqued my curiosity.Desperate to intercept them before they disappeared from sight, I called out to them, my voice laced with a mix of concern and longing. "Ben! Jasmine!" I yelled, my words floating through the air like a whispered plea, hoping to halt their hasty retreat. Yet, the echoes of my voice seemed swallowed by the ominous silence that enveloped the corridor.Undeterred, I quickene