-The heart knows when the search is over.-. -Bliss
"Come on! It'll be fun!" Kaylee a girl of 20 years old sitting on her apartment bed said to her best friend sitting opposite her, Isabelle who was reading a novel.
"Can't we just celebrate it in here. I'll make cake!" Isabelle replied looking up from her novel.
"You're no fun! We've had your cake a zillion times. I'm tired of it. Let's just try it tonight. If we go, I'll make food for a month." She persuaded.
"Ugh! You know I can't say no to your food. Don't blackmail me." Isabelle said slamming her book close. It didn't matter anyways, the book wasn't entering her ears anymore.
"Then let's go!" Kaylee said dropping down from her bunk bed.
"Alright," Isabelle said and dropped as well walking towards their built-in bathroom.
"Wear your green dress," Kaylee yelled after her.
"I'm not going to wear it. It's too short." She replied.
"Like you have another one," Kaylee muttered to herself.
Isabelle soaked into the bathtub thinking about her life.
She was 23 years, worked at a comfy company, and got a good salary so why was her love life so messed up? She was a beautiful girl but no guy seemed interested in her, only her body whereas her friend she shared an apartment with dropped and picked up boyfriend like worn-out clothes until the last one turned out miserable.
Her friend was actually a drug addict which was why she chose to go to a club to celebrate the 2nd year anniversary of their friendship. A better part of it had been spent apart from each other so they weren't that close.
Her friend became a drug addict when the guy she gave up her virginity to cheated on her. She had gotten pregnant around that time and had an abortion since she was still in her last year of college and didn't want her parents to know.
Ever since then, she had been drowning herself in Alcohol and cigarettes to make herself forget the experience, and finally, things escalated to hard drugs; cocaine, marijuana, dried tobacco even Indian hemp.
Isabelle on her part tried her best in making her stop which was why Kaylee decided to move out for a little while where she began her hard drugs unknown to her roommate. But when she got a taste, there was no going back.
She came back one faithful day with tears streaming down her face.
Isabelle remembered the scene like it was yesterday.
"Isabelle... Help me... I don't want to do it again... I missed you please help me." She slurred, she was obviously drunk. But didn't they say the truth comes out when you were drunk? And so she took her back in for the night and they lived together like that.
So one night, she started convulsing profusely with whitish foam coming out from her mouth. Isabelle jumped out of bed and ran over to hers then she called the ambulance.
She followed them to the hospital where they told her what was wrong with her friend.
"Your friend overdosed. We suspect she has been taking hard drugs into her system but she took too much today which is why her body is fighting against it causing the convulsions." The man in his mid-thirties explained to Isabelle.
"Overdosed? No, she stopped... Oh, My God! Kaylee!" Isabelle whispered into her hands which she had used to cover her mouth.
The man looked at her weirdly which she saw and frowned immediately.
"I've never tasted it. Don't look at me like that. You wanna run a full examination of my body? I've only drunk alcohol which is normal for every person in America!" She said glaring at the man and sitting on one of the blue chairs in the corridor.
"Alright, ma'am. Your friend can be discharged tomorrow. You should advise her to stop it before it takes her life. Thank Goodness you acted fast and called the police, if not I can't seem to imagine what would have become of your friend right now." The man sighed slipping his hands into his lab coat pocket.
"Thank you very much. But aren't you in the perfect position to do it? You're the doctor, you can advise her." She replied.
"I'll see what I can do." The man said sighing. He then walked off bidding her goodbye.
That was the last time her roommate did any of that stuff. Or so she thought.
She sighed and closed her eyes unknowingly falling asleep.
She couldn't see anything then a blinding light shot up. She squinted her eyes and in front of her was a majestic brown wooden house with a big black dog at the entrance staring into her soul. The black dog gave her something like a lopsided grin if dogs could do that. Suddenly there was the sound of breaking of bones in the air and standing before her was a man. She looked up at his face and had almost seen the man's face when...
Kaylee knocked at the door waking her up. She groaned and got out of the now-cold water, slipped on her bathrobe, and walked out.
"How you fall asleep in that bathtub is really beyond me." Was Kaylee's first sentence when she got out.
"I don't know, it's just so comfortable." She replied rummaging through her clothes.
"You'll have to wear a green dress. There's no other one. See you later." Kaylee said instead and dashed into the bathroom.
Isabelle sighed and brought out the knee-length green dress to examine it. The dress was a straight one that clung to her curves whenever she wore it. It at least had long sleeves and reached above her knees.
She slipped in on, it was either it or her business clothes but who would want to wear business clothing to a club?
"You just look better every time you wear this dress!" Kaylee exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah yeah." She replied drying her golden yellow waist-length hair.
"Such a party popper. Either way, I'll be done in five." Kaylee said moving to her clothes.
Isabelle nodded, picked up her novel, and continued reading. Her mind then drifted over to her dream earlier. She always saw the brown house but not the big dog which made no sense whatsoever.
How could a dog even turn human? She picked up her phone and asked G****e where she got her answers. Apparently, it was a werewolf.
But there was something weird about her in the dream. First, she didn't look surprised, she feared the man and was angry with him at the same time with an emotion she didn't want to admit. They were after all mixed feelings.
"Alrighty. Let's get moving." Kaylee said.
Isabelle turned around to look at her roommate.
She was dressed in a similar dress as hers except hers was black and it was sleeved in one arm, the other one was sleeveless.
She put a bookmark in her novel, got off the bed, and slipped on her flat black shoes. She had and wore no heels for a certain reason. Even Kaylee didn't know the reason.
Kaylee wore her heels and the two friends set out to the club. They called for a cab and off they went.
"We're getting out of there in 1 hour." She said once they had gotten halfway to the club.
"Two." Kaylee bargained.
"An hour and Fifteen."
" An hour and Forty-five."
"An hour and... Thirty. That's the least, don't push further." She said finally.
"Yes, mum," Kaylee replied mockingly.
Isabelle shook her head and leaned against the car window.
Her parents and her younger sister had been murdered by a woman in heels.
"I'll go hide... You seek me out alright?" 5-year-old Isabelle said to her 3-year-old younger sister.
"Hmm." Her younger sister Matilda nodded her head vigorously grinning from ear to ear her ponytails swinging to and fro as she did.
"Alright. Cover your eyes, count to ten, and then seek me." She said.
"One..." Matilda started covering her eyes with her little hand.
Isabelle smiled and ran to their parent's bedroom hiding in the closet. Her sister would never think to seek her out here.
"Hey, we reached," Kaylee said shaking her out of her thoughts.
"Oh. Let's go then." She replied slipping out of the cab. Kaylee paid the man and both walked towards the entrance, showed security their IDs, and then into the loud music.
Kaylee immediately started dancing with some random guy and Isabelle found her way to the bar.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender said winking at her.
"Juice please." She said sitting on one of the high-end stools.
"Here you go." He said making sure his hands touched hers while she collected it.
She frowned and pulled the drink then got up and walked to the couch. She was halfway there when she noticed they were either grinding on each other or they were sniffing hard drugs.
"This place is so stupid." She said turning back to the bartender. She sat down looking over the sea of people getting wasted and dancing. She shook her head and downed her drink in one go.
"No alcohol?" Kaylee yelled over the music sitting down beside her.
"I'm fine." She replied.
"One glass of scotch for me," Kaylee yelled to the man.
He just nodded and grabbed the bottle off the bar. He poured it into a cup, added ice, and gave it to the woman who collected it and turned to her friend.
"Let's make a toast to our friendship." She said raising her cup.
"Mine is empty. Hey, another cup of juice." She said to the man who gave it to her again.
They made a toast and drank a few more times. Isabelle kept drinking her sweet juice while Kaylee kept ordering glass after glass of Scotch.
"I'll be right back... I wanna use the restroom!" Isabelle yelled to her friend who simply made an ok gesture with her hands.
"Where is the restroom?" She asked the bartender who was mixing drinks for a man.
"Right over there." He replied nudging his head over his shoulders.
Isabelle nodded and dashed towards the bathroom. At least this place was quiet, she might even spend some time here before going to the ear-deafening music again. She was on the way there when she felt eyes on her. Whipping her head, she saw a very beautiful man dressed in a suit, surprisingly, staring at her with another man whose back was turned to her sitting in front of him.
The man kept staring at her like he was staring right at her soul. This man is so creepy. She instinctively moved to pull down her dress her cleavage showing in the process.
She immediately pulled the dress back up. Her thigh is a better show than her breast showing. The man's eyes followed her every move. Pervert!
She thought and walked off to the bathroom. She walked back out to see the man still sitting there and as if noticing her presence whipped his head up immediately.
She rolled her eyes and walked off. He was literally undressing her with his eyes. She got to the bar and sat back down.
Her friend was nowhere to be found. She looked to the bar to see her juice already filled up while the man attended to someone else.
She skipped the drink, slipped five dollars on the bar, and walked out remembering to drag out her friend.
What she didn't know was, thankfully she didn't drink that juice. Kaylee had asked the Bartender to pour a sleeping drug into it. But since she didn't drink it, she'll have to find another way. First, let her play drunk.
Isabelle called for a cab, dumped her friend in it, and entered as well. She dragged her into their two-bedroom condo and her bed. She slipped out of the small dress, took a shower, and finally into her pajamas. She dropped onto the bed and fell asleep soon.
Kaylee peeked at her friend and grinned. She stood up and walked to her bag. The fools at the club had used this injection to drug themselves but she sterilized it by dipping it in alcohol.
All she did was when Isabelle had gone to the bathroom. She mixed the powdered sedative in water, pulled it into an injection, and then into Isabelle's arms it went.
She smiled and walked back to her bed sleeping back. By tomorrow, the job would be done.
Isabelle woke up the following morning in a dark place. She groaned and moved her hand to rub her face but her hands had been bound really tight that it hurt.
Light shot in suddenly and she squinted her eyes trying to adjust to the sudden light and then looked up at the person she least expected. Relief and fear washed over her at once.
Kaylee.
"Hey, Kaylee. Thank Goodness you're here. What happened? Were you taken as well? Anyways let's get out of here first." Isabelle said rushing. All Kaylee did was look at her with cold and distant eyes. When she heard the last sentence, she snapped out of whatever reverie she was in. She frowned at her friend and without further ado, pulled her to her feet. "Can you untie my hands? I can't run with it being tied." Isabelle asked disregarding the cold distant look in her friend's eyes. "Shut up.", was all Kaylee said in a low whisper. "What?" "I SAID SHUT UP! You think you have the "perfect life" don't you? You can spend the rest of your "perfect life" with them." She said using her hand to gesture air quotes whenever she said perfect life. "What are you talking about? I don't have a perfect life, you know this. Why are behaving like this?" She said reaching out to her but she was stopped in her track when Kaylee walked backward and brought out something from her pocket, poured the
"Don't bring that knife near me," Isabelle warned the woman pointing a finger at her. "Oh please. It was just a joke. I'm not going to kill you." The woman replied dropping the knife into the counter. "At least not now." She said when Isabelle sat down at the breakfast bar. "What is wrong with you? Who are you anyway?" She asked standing up with her hands on her hips. "Chris's Wife." She replied simply and got back to cutting the onions. "Oh." She replied simply. Still not trusting the lady, she didn't sit down again. "Dolores, where are you?!" A male voice shouted suddenly. "In the kitchen and keep your voice down, the whole pack can hear you." She replies and then looked at Isabelle whose brows were furrowed. "I mean the whole estate." She corrected smiling. "Hey," Chris said walking towards the woman called Dolores. Isabelle turned her head to the other side not wanting to witness their kiss. "So brother, how was your day? You know I told your..." she nudged her chin towar
Music suggestion while you read; Dandelion by Ruth B. It's my favorite music at the moment.❤️ Thinking she could get him to help her, she smiled but her smile fell when she saw his hard stoned face. "Antonio? Can you not tell Chris about this? I beg of you. Just let me go this once, hmm?" She begged rubbing both palms together. "I'm sorry Isabelle. I can't do that. You have to return to Chris." He replied with sympathy. This was his future Luna. She wasn't supposed to be begging him, hence the sympathy in his voice. "Why? I don't want to go back to place! It's a prison!" She whisper yelled pointing behind her. "You must go back. Please." He begged. Isabelle saw that he wasn't going to budge so swirled around him and ran. She hasn't taken five steps when he caught up with her. "Please forgive me for this." He said and picked her up like a sack of beans over his shoulder and back to the place she ran from. "No! Stop! Don't take me there! Stop it! Don't! Drop me this instant!" Sh
The sound of the front door opening and closing made Chris snap his neck so fast that it almost broke in the process. His eyes were bloodshot with veins popping out of his head and neck. His hands were clenched beside him as he looked at the figure standing there. He walked slowly stopping in front of her. Then he leaned forward and hugged the girl letting a gasp fly out of the girl's mouth. She tried pushing him away but he was too strong for her or rather his wolf's strength surpassed hers. She rested her hand on his chest as he buried his nose in her neck inhaling her scent. "Don't you ever scare me like that ever again." He lets out in a raspy voice. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Isabelle answered. "Where did you go?" He asked still not letting her go. "I..." . Isabelle walked around the house before she came across a multicolor beautiful butterfly. It came and perched on her hands that she had stretched out. Really happy since it was rare for a butterfly
Thinking of you keeps me awake. Dreaming of you keeps me asleep. Being with you keeps me alive. -Unknown. •••===••• "What are you doing here?" She asked. "I... I thought you were having a nightmare." Chris said. It wasn't the first time he had been there to comfort her during her nightmares. He came up with the excuse that he heard her scream, he was passing by to get water when he heard her gasp, and the list goes on and on when in reality, when she started whimpering and trashing on the bed he was always there holding her hands. But that was the least of her concern right now. Her dream was her top concern, who was the man she has been living with for over two months? And so she asked. "You... What are you?" She asked. "What do you mean what am I? I'm Chris." He replied. "Stop it. What. Are. You." She aske
"What's going on?" Chris asked. His voice seemed to snap Isabelle out of her happy trance as she pried away from his embrace. She pushed him away slightly and turned around her cheeks flaming hot. She ran her hand to her neck awkwardly as she pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling. What in God's name had she just done? She closed her eyes and all she could think of was his musky scent. And the sparks... Chris looked down at his empty arm and at his mate who had her back turned to him. He smiled and approached her. "Isa?" He called. She blushed at the nickname as she turned around keeping a hard stoned face. "Matilda is awake. Can I go visit her?" She asked. The thought of her sister being awake since being in a coma for 18 years brought a smile to her lips. They would make up for the whole 18 years they had lost. She would take her out, they would have fun, so much fun, shop together, have a sleepover, sleep together, and make breakfast together, her sister would cut the
Isabelle woke up about 30 minutes later. She blinked with the memories of yesterday's incident rushing in. Her hands reflexively moved to her face to feel it. Thankfully, it didn't swell. She sighed and thought her head position was wrong and there was a weight on her head. She blinked and thought where was her hand just now? She tried to move her head and heard a groan from someone. A male's voice. Chris Voice. What happened? "Hey, wake up." She tapped him lightly waking him up. Chris groaned a little and moved his head craning his neck. "Right, sorry. Good Morning." He said. "Hn. Morning." Isabelle breathed out standing up. "I'll go shower or something." She said running up the stairs. Chris nodded missing her reddened face. He looked at the ice cubes that had melted into water. He sighed and carried it to the kitchen pouring the water away. He poured new water into the square-shaped part of the white stuff (This thing is in my refrigerator but I don't know the name. Either w
I blinked my eyes before groaning at an unfamiliar white ceiling. Immediately replaced by it was an ocean blue worried eyes staring back at my brown ones making me shift uncomfortably on the bed. "Isa? Are you awake?" Chris called. I nodded my head sitting up before I noticed his hand was gripping mine tightly. I moved my eyes from our hand to the room. It was white... everything. The walls, ceiling, curtain, and door were well except for the table beside me which was brown. "Where am I?" I asked Chris. "Hospital." He said simply. "What happened?" I asked rubbing my eyes with my free hand. "You fainted. Dolores called me, remember?" He answered. The memories came rushing at me and I sighed knowing the reason why I fainted. Damned period. "What time is it now?" I asked. There was no clock in here. It was like they didn't want the sick people to see the time to keep track of how long they'd been there. "It's still today, as in the day you fainted. The time is..." He said taking
A/N: Wow! I can't believe I'm done with my first-ever supernatural novel. I had fun writing this last chapter... I hope you did as well. Thank you very much for Reading"Alpha's Gifted Mate." Please drop a comment to let me know what you think about the novel. Also, check out my new novel "Love and Secrets." It's a high school novel.;)) Music Suggestion; Heat Waves by Glass Animals. Love y'all. See you! Stay alive and Healthy! :) ••• After some weeks, Isabelle was discharged from the hospital. Antonio finally told Chris who had attempted to kidnap his mate. After hearing the name, fury was all he felt. What did he ever do wrong to his father? Why was he so keen on bringing misery to him? So bent in hell on making sure he was never happy in his life? What exactly did he do wrong? And then he decided to get his answers then after that, he would kill him. It was enough. All the misery he had put him through was enough. Jacob told him it was because he was a male and also the first
Music Suggestion; Arcade by Duncan Laurence and Fletcher.😉 Three weeks ago. Chris's POV I glanced at the time smiling. Belle should still be at the photo studio. Imagine the look on her face when she sees me. We flagged down a cab and Antonio walked to the cab to check it out whilst the old man, the driver, loaded our luggage into the back of the boot. Since it was a surprise, we decided to take a cab instead of calling for someone in the pack to come with my car and drive us home. Violet? The bitch hadn't even realized we were out of her stupid pack. 'All clear.' Antonio said into the mind link and I nodded at him. I slipped into the back seat and he followed. The old man closed it after us and entered the driver's seat. "Where to?" He asked turning the key in the ignition. "Do you know Maple Leaf studio?" I asked. "Oh yes. The largest building on that street. Who doesn't? It's very famous for the rich people that come and go every day." The man said as he drove out of t
"Oh come on now. Who are you looking for?" I heard making me snap my head to the right. "Your friends? They knew what was best for them and ran away some minutes ago. Just come along." The man said and waved me off. "Shut up," I said and he frowned throwing me a slap across the face. I fell to the ground yet I still clutched the wrapped pictures in my hand. "Boss said he wanted her alive." Someone said in a gruff voice. I looked up at him feeling a metallic taste in my mouth. He looked down at me and I glared. "So? He never said she had to be complete." He replied pushing the first man away. He raised his head to kick me and I closed my eyes to embrace the impact. "STOP!" I heard suddenly and the kick never came. I heard shuffling and then people greeted saying "Boss." I peered one eye open and then the second one at the man crouching in front of me. I shifted a little to the back involuntarily. "Hi there. Don't worry, you'll be safe soon." He said rubbing my hair which I m
"Hi." I greeted smiling at the phone. "Hey. How are you? Bored?" He replied. "Missing you, actually," I said truthfully. "Hey, I know. I miss you too." He replied. "When do you think you'll be back?" I asked pushing the duvet with my hand. "I have no idea. This little monster here hasn't seen us since we arrived here. It's the fucking third day!" He replied and I frowned. "So why ask you to come if she won't act like you're her guests and see you guys?!" I asked and I almost snapped my phone in halves. "That woman sometimes acts like a bitch." He murmured. "Sometimes? She always acts like a bitch!" I heard Antonio's voice and I pursed my lips. "How are you holding up?" I asked. "I'm fine. Just can't wait to get the hell out of here and be with my mate and child. Goddess, I hate this place." Antonio replied and I heard him groan. Well if it was me as well, I would have definitely run away. "Belle? You listening?" He asked and I blinked at him. "Uhh- what did you say?" I as
Chris's POV I smiled at Isabelle and turned around walking into the car. I didn't want to leave and go on this nonsensical journey but I needed it for my pack. If that bitch proves to be stubborn, to hell with her and her help then. Cause I just can't pinpoint the reason why she would only send tickets for myself and my beta. But I was grateful in a way. Her pack is far too dangerous for Isabelle. I knew no one there... There was no one I could trust. And with that in mind, I had Lincoln and Kennedy be her guard for the meantime. I waved at her and Antonio drove off. I looked down at the container in my hand and looked up back. "Stop the car," I said and Antonio immediately stepped on the brake making the tires screech as it came to a halt. "Al-" I didn't wait for him to turn his head or call my name finish as I sprang out of the car running. I saw her turn her head and looked at me. I just stared at her in return. She cried and then jumped me and I hugged her back tightly. G
"Here, I found a picture of them," Matilda said once I moved to her side. "Woah... They look beautiful in this picture. It's perfect for the shoot." I exclaimed. "Then what are we waiting for? Come on come on." She said. I heaved a sigh and walked out of the room after Matilda. She was admiring the picture while my mind was filled with the voices and the seeing me. What in God's name was that? "Do you want to look around the kitchen?" Matilda asked turning around to look at me. "Huh?" "The kitchen. Are you okay? You seem pale." She said touching my forehead. "I'm fine. Let's just go take the picture." I said waving her off. "Alright. If you say so." She replied eyeing me. I gave her a weak smile and when she turned her head, I looked back at the room. Feeling someone's eyes on me. Boring holes into my back as I walked. I immediately walked faster with my heart beating faster. I slammed my nose into a chest as I cussed out. "For the love of mother fucking cheese and rice... O
Dropping the bouquet of white Lily in my hand unto Mother's grave, I saw the same thing already on Dad's own so I dropped mine off as well. Dad always said he didn't have a favorite flower but he liked Mum's Favorite which was White Lily. I stretched my hand and cleaned the dust off the surface of their headstone to reveal the epitaph and their names. HERE LIES MIRANDA SHEFFIELD SMITH, a beloved wife, mother, and daughter. HERE LIES VICTOR SMITH, a loving father, husband, and son. Mutual love, the crown of bliss. I had told them to carve the same epitaph on their headstone. I smiled at Mum's picture before turning to Dad's as well. "Hey, Mum." I greeted. "Hey, Dad." I was kneeling with Matilda holding my forearm beside me. Chris and Alex were standing behind us. "Hi... Your unfilial daughter is here. I know I've been a bad daughter and I'm sorry. I should have brought Matilda here the day she woke up, right? As I said earlier, I know I'm unfilial and I'm sorry." I paused a
"Why did you kiss me?" She asked once I broke away from the kiss. "Oh, you're just teasing me now," I replied crossing my arms. "Why would I do that?" She replied mirroring my action. "Now, there, right there is a tease," I replied pointing at her. She stuck her tongue out at me and giggled. I shook my head and pulled out the next bar stool sitting beside her with my hands under my tilted head. I stared at her and I saw her face turning red. She directed her gaze from the tabletop ever so lightly turning her eyes to look at me. I grinned and she immediately diverted her eyes. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked. "What? You look more beautiful, so I would like to savor this moment." I replied shrugging. "Oh, God. Can you please turn your head? I'm becoming a tomato." "Nope," I replied popping the p. "Chris!" She yelled turning her head to me. I turned her chair so her whole bo was facing me and then grinned. Her eyes met with mine and I lost myself in it once again. "Do
I slipped on my slippers and walked downstairs stopping only when I got to the front of the house. How can she say that? She was embarrassed? Of me? What's there to be embarrassed about? "What's got your pants in a twist?" I heard suddenly making me look at Roxy that leaned in to look at my eyes. "Move away from me," I said rolling my eyes. "Hey, calm down. I don't want your mate going all wolfy or witchy on me. Her scent is like all over you." She replied leaning back. I said nothing and only turned my head to look at another side. "So tell me, wolf- I mean, Christopher... What's got your pants in a twist?" She asked again. I turned my head back to her and was about to abuse her when I bit my tongue. Hold on, she's a girl. Even though she might be old, like really old... She would have experience. "Say, Roxy..." I started and I saw her eyes piqued with interest. "Always love poking your into people's business," I muttered to myself. "I heard that." She said pursing her lips.