EDEN MONROE.
While strolling down the hallways with my friends, we discussed an upcoming club event that Carla had invited us to, and I was looking forward to a fun night out. The only challenge was sneaking out without my Charles knowing. They wouldn't approve of me going to a club. I realized I would need my sister's assistance to make it happen.Ben asked us as we walked slowly, "How would we meet tonight?"
I was at a loss for ideas, so I remained silent and pondered upon his question. Carla chimed in, "Why don't we meet at your place, Eden?"
I shook my head in response, "No way, my parents would never allow it."
Ben and Carla both exhaled in frustration. But suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head, and I let out a squeal of excitement. It wasn't going to be easy, but I was determined to have some fun.
"Wait, I have an idea!" I exclaimed. "Ben, you just got a jeep, right? So, how about we rendezvous two streets away from my house? You and Carla could wait for me there."
My friends were thrilled with my suggestion, and Ben remarked, "I always knew you were the smart one."
Carla promised to call me when they arrived, and we hugged each other before Carla talked about how we should dress to make heads turn.
I caught sight of my sisters and quickly bid farewell to my friends, promising to catch up with them later. I hastened to join Anastasia and Bree who were making their way towards the car, and I followed closely behind.
I hopped into the backseat of the car and tossed my bag aside as Bree started the engine. As I racked my brain for a way to reveal my plans to my sisters, I noticed they were both silent. Gathering my courage, I spoke up, "Um, Bree, Anastasia, I need your help."
Anastasia turned to face me, 'What is it that you need?" She inquired and just as Bree drove out of school and into the streets as we made our way home, I cleared my throat to enable me give a smooth response
"Um, there's a party tonight that I really want to go to," I said tentatively.
"It's just a stupid party, why are you even asking? Of course you can go," Bree replied dismissively.
Before I could respond, Anastasia inquired, "Where is the party taking place?"
"At a club," I whispered.
The car screeched to a halt and I looked at my sisters, but their expressions remained neutral. "A club? Charles and Grace would never allow you to go to a club," Anastasia pointed out the obvious.
Nodding in agreement, I responded, "I know..."
"I would be surprised if they even let you go to a friend's place. There's no way they'd let you go to a club." Bree cut in.
"I know, that's why I need both of your help...I really want to go out with my friends and have fun the way you two do." I said, turning to face them.
They exchanged a glance before looking back at me, "Eden, we usually keep our activities under wraps, but considering your situation, we can help you come up with a plan." Anastasia said.
I exclaimed with joy, "Thank you so much, I'll do anything you need me to do." I paused, realizing what I just promised, but Bree's expression showed she took it seriously.
"I like how you just made a commitment, you must really want this." She teased.
I rolled my eyes, "Are you going to help or not?"
"Of course, but don't forget, the Monroe girls never break a promise."
I knew what she meant but didn't acknowledge it. I was thrilled that they agreed to help, and finally, I could have a little fun.
Bree started the car, and we drove home with two things on my mind; the steps my cunning sisters would take to ensure our secret plan is a success and whether I would meet someone new who wouldn't abandon me on the dance floor just like a certain someone did.
We finally arrived home and I exited the car, retrieved my bag that had been flung aside and made my way towards the house straight for my room. On the way, I acknowledged Charles and Grace, who were engrossed in a series. Once I got into my room, I closed the door and picked out my phone before swinging the bag away. I checked the time and saw that I still had a few hours before Carla and Ben would contact me.
After tossing my phone onto the bed, I searched through my wardrobe for something to wear. As I sorted through my clothes, I spotted the red dress I wore to the Grimaldi's Mansion and memories of Dorian flooded my mind. However, I shook my head and resolved to focus on finding a new man for the night.
With the goal of making heads turn, I selected a short, strapless black dress, with a glittery finish and a thigh-high slit. I stashed the dress in my bathroom, in case my parents stumbled upon it and asked questions. Despite the thought of being caught, I was excited about the prospect of finding a new man for the night.
I laid out the clothes I planned to wear in the bathroom but didn't take a shower since I was going to do that later. Excited for the outing, I squealed with joy and then checked my phone for messages and social media updates.
After a while, I grew tired and checked the time. Seeing that it was already dark outside, I considered taking a nap before getting ready to go out. I thought about calling Bree for reassurance but didn't want to risk my parents finding out. I wondered how Bree was able to outsmart my smart father, Charles.
Stripping down to my underwear, I laid on my bed and drifted off to sleep.
My body was violently shaken, but I ignored it until I was pushed off the bed, falling off to the floor with a loud thud. Bree stood beside the bed with her arms on her hips and demanded to know why I was sleeping like the dead. I rubbed my sore backside and glared at her, but she just smirked and told me to get ready.
Her words put me in a better mood, so I rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower, towel-dried my body, and applied lotion. I then put on the dress I had chosen, admiring how it hugged my curves perfectly. With just winged eyeliner and lip gloss, I did minimal makeup and left my hair wet. I was looking fierce with my wet red hair. I also applied my favorite deodorant to smell great.
When I stepped out of the bathroom Bree was waiting for me on the bed. She smiled approvingly at my appearance and urged me to call my friends. Just then, Ben called to say they were waiting for me at our rendezvous spot. I placed my phone in one of Bree's purse — which she had lent me for the night, and crossed it over my body. Then she opened the window and motioned for me to leave.
Before exiting through the window, I asked how Bree had fooled Charles and Grace. She replied curtly that I shouldn't ask questions I didn't want to know the answer to. I saluted in acknowledgement before climbing out and landing safely on the ground. Then, I ran to meet my friends in their car.
We arrived at a secluded venue that I had never heard of before. "Is this a new club?" I inquired of Carla. She was the one who had invited us.
She shook her head and replied, "No, it's a place the popular kids party and I heard this is where all the booze and my babies are."
By babies, she meant hard drugs.
My friend Ben and I were not interested in that type of thing, and we had tried to persuade Carla to stop, but she was adamant. She had even threatened to take her own life if we persisted in trying to intervene, so we had kept quiet. We hoped that she would come around eventually.
The club was in full swing, with loud music blasting from within. Ben parked the car, and Carla and I alighted. She was wearing a revealing red mesh dress that left little to the imagination, while I struggled to keep my own dress in check. Carla called my cleavage "beauties" and urged me to let them out, but I declined.
As we reached the entrance, a chilly breeze struck me full on. The bouncers barely gave Ben a glance, but they leered at Carla and me before we entered the club. Once inside, I felt dizzy and unsteady on my feet. Ben and Carla came over to me, and I explained what was happening. Carla suggested that I downed a drink to feel better.
Ben and I found a corner to sit and he looked at me with concern, "Eden, are you sure you don't wanna go home? Carla and I are used to this kind of lifestyle but you're not."
I declined, not wanting to ruin the night for them, as they were party people. Ben continued to worry and asked if it was the tight dress that was bothering me, but I assured him it wasn't. He eventually gave up and stayed with me until Carla arrived with a tray of drinks.
Ben questioned the amount of drinks and who would pay for them, but Carla informed us that they were free for the party and insisted that we finish them all. She then handed us each a glass and we downed the tequila shots in unison, much to my disgust. I complained to Carla about the taste and how much I dislike tequila.
She laughed at me in response, then offered me a Pina colada drink as an apology for the tequila. I sipped it slowly while my friends went to dance on the crowded dance floor.
As I looked around the room, I thought I saw someone who couldn't be there and decided that my mind was playing tricks on me. I couldn't understand why Dorian was on my mind. I tried to distract myself by drinking more, not even bothering to check what was in the glass. As I continued to drink, I became euphoric and even threw a glass of drink on a nearby chair, causing it to spill.
The person sitting in the chair growled at me with bright red eyes. She was mad.
"Nice eye contacts but, I hope you know that they ain't safe… remember to take them off when you get home." I giggled as I looked at her. The alcohol in me was speaking.
The lady was a beautiful woman but as she stared at me with anger, her contacts glowed more brightly.
I laughed it off and headed to the dance floor.
My friends noticed me as I approached and rushed over to dance with me, our bodies becoming slick with sweat as the music played on. Carla got caught up with someone offering her the babies she adored, while Ben and I continued to dance. He gripped my waist tightly as I moved my curvaceous behind against his jeans. He let out a groan of pleasure, but I knew it was all in fun and didn't mean anything.
"Girl, if I were straight... I'd fuck you so hard, you wouldn't be able to walk for days," he whispered in my ear.
I laughed at his comment and kept dancing, but Ben's attention was soon diverted by an attractive guy. He excused himself as he headed straight for the guy, and they began making out.
I continued swaying to the rhythmic beats of the music when suddenly, a hand clasped my waist from behind, causing me to let out a loud yelp. In my inebriated state, I knew I didn't want them touching me because I felt uncomfortable. I still had the presence of mind to demand that he remove his hands from my body.
"Remove your filthy hands from my waist right now." I demanded.
Despite my fury, the man just chuckled and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I shuddered in disgust. I tried to wriggle myself out of his grip, but he only tightened his hold on me.
"Relax, baby. Let's have some fun," he whispered into my ear.
I felt a surge of fear wash over me, and I knew I had to get out of there. I managed to elbow him in the stomach and dashed away from him, my heart pounding in my chest. I quickly made my way to where Carla and Ben were, hoping they could help me but they weren't there any more.
As the man began to approach me, my heart began to race with fear, and I felt a sense of panic wash over me, "You think you can just get away after hitting me?" He sneered at me.
I was filled with even more anger and disgust at his words, but I refused to let him see how much it affected me. Instead, I stood up straight, looked him directly in the eyes, and replied with as much confidence as I could muster, "You're delusional if you think I want anything to do with you. Now leave me alone or you'll regret it."
He sneered at me again and took a step closer, but I didn't back down. I held his gaze and waited for him to make a move and he did but, a surge of strength overcame me and I hit him square in his face.
The man paused for a while to look at his face, he licked the blood dripping down from his nose and bared his bloody teeths at me. My eyes either played tricks on me or something but I felt like I saw inner teeths which were sharp but before I could do anything, he threw me against the wall and I felt my breathing seize up.
He held me up in his arms and I tried shouting for help but people paid us no mind, "Little Miss slut here trying to play boss." He hissed at me.
I was weak and tired and then he tilted my neck which was bare and his tongue lapped up my skin. I shriveled in disgust and tears fell from my eyes as I begged him, "Please stop." I said to him but he didn't listen.
I felt something sharp on my neck and cried as I figured he was holding a knife but, before he could do anything, he was pushed off of me and I fell down to the floor.
It appeared that my body and mind were not in sync, but I felt someone pick me up and I wanted to look at my savior's face but, my body became completely devoid of sensation and my world suddenly darkened.
Dorian Grimaldi My typical routine of going out late at night, which could be considered a form of stalking, was in full swing. Gustav, who was in the back seat of the car, was exhausted by my behavior and irritated by something he didn't want to share with me, "Don't you ever get tired of waiting here, Dorian?" he asked.I glanced back at him briefly, then shifted my gaze back to the house. Despite the fact that I rarely actually saw her when I came here, just observing her window brought a sense of peace to my thoughts and emotions.As soon as I noticed the window to her door opening, I sat up on the cushion of the car seat in anticipation. I caught a glimpse of her angelic figure standing by the window, appearing ready to leap out, but hesitating for a moment before taking the plunge. She landed gracefully on the grass below, and I felt a sense of satisfaction at her not being injured and wonderness as I watched her hurry off into the obscurity of the night.I started the eng
Eden Monroe. As I regained consciousness, I heard what sounded like howls. “Howls!? Those were definitely howls” I thought to myself, as I stirred on the ground. Struggling to open my eyes, I found myself surrounded by darkness, but eventually I could make out the gray hues of dusk filtering through the trees above me. Although the forest was unfamiliar to me, it seemed strangely familiar at the same time, unsettling me. Lost in thought, I didn't notice anything until I heard a twig snap. “Who is there?”I asked, swiveling my head to come face to face with pointed, bloody canines. “I knew you were here, I smelled you from faraway, Moja Ijubavi” the creature, whatever it was, spoke to me, it’s voice like an Angel’s slur. “What are you?!”I screamed, my fear evident in my eyes, my voice, as I started to slowly back away from the thing. “Me?” it asked, its voice still a delightful slur, “that’s not important” it said before dashing at me and swinging an arm towards my head with inh
EDEN MONROEI breathed a sigh of relief and felt my tension dissipate. I gave Dorian a playful glare and playfully punched him on the shoulder. He tilted his head and the expression on his face scared me which made me move back from him. "Did you just hit me?" He asked, his voice was scary and I felt terrified. Initially, I thought that Dorian and I were just teasing each other, given his prank. However, it seemed that I was the one overreacting. Again. As I tried to make my way out, Dorian grabbed me from behind, causing my face to hit his chest. I breathed in his musky scent and felt momentarily at ease, but our moment was interrupted by a voice."Looks like you came earlier than expected," I looked back to see who interrupted us and when I saw who it was, quickly I dispersed my body off of Dorian's. Lady Maurie approached us with a smile on her face."I don't think I've ever seen your mother frown," I whispered to Dorian, being careful not to let Lady Maurie overhear.Dorian re
Dorian GrimaldiAfter parking my car in the garage, I reminisced about the passionate kiss I had shared with Eden. I couldn't forget the sensation of her soft, alluring lips, and the way she had run her slender fingers through my hair, almost making me lose control in the car. Frustrated, I let out a groan and hit the steering wheel, regretting the missed opportunity caused by her sister's interruption. If it weren't for that, we might have ended up in the back seat of my car.I couldn't stop replaying the moment in my head, wondering what could have happened if we weren't interrupted. Eden was unlike anyone I had ever met, and the chemistry between us was undeniable. Every time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat, and my mind raced with the desire to feel her lips on mine again.As I sat in the car, lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and frustration. I wanted to be with her again, to feel her touch and taste, but I didn't know when that would happen. All
Eden Monroe. My sister's and I were on our way to school, and as usual, Bree was our driver. I was grateful for their help with Charles and Grace, and relieved that they didn't suspect anything."Uhm, how did you do it? How was it possible they were not able to find out?" I asked, wanting to know how they did it.Bree, didn't respond to my question. She was focused on the road ahead, navigating the twists and turns with ease. I wondered how she managed to keep Charles and Grace occupied without giving away my absence.Anastasia, who was sitting next to her in the front seat, also remained silent. She was busy scrolling through her phone, not bothering to look up or acknowledge my question. Her nonchalant behavior irritated me. I wanted answers, but it seemed like nobody was willing to provide them.I was really frustrated, "Are you guys mad at me or something? Talk to me, if I did something wrong… tell me, I hate the silence." I said again, but still no response. After a
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. 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.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