When 19-year-old leukemia patient Rose discovers an urn in her father's basement, she's flipped out from believing the ordinary. Her life would have been perfect if she had left in ignorance of the unknown. Out of her curiosity, she had woken him. Emmett, of history, an ancient werewolf who was said to be the last of the three originals. He possessed a strong black magic that threatened the existence of the werewolves, was drugged by his lover, and was burnt alive by the Alpha of their time. His remains were stored in an urn Civilization had come. The history of Emmett had faded. No one believed in werewolves anymore. But Emmett’s ashes remained locked up in an urn. His urn is passed on from the hands of his lover to her last generation as a special art piece. Rose has six months to live, but she's a fighter; she learns more about Emmett while fighting for her life. She felt like she had a purpose she could fulfill in a short-term life. They both set out on a mission that will reveal the hidden things Rose didn't know of. What could be Rose's fate to live past her limited lifetime? What would happen when Emmett finds out who Kayla, his former lover's last blood is?
View MoreI sat beside her in her bedroom staring closely at her innocent sleeping form. I recalled all that Dr Myron had told me earlier on.“The abnormal cells that had been built up in Rose's blood had finally infected her bone marrow. They've crowded out the healthy blood cells so much that it's hard for her blood and bone marrow to do their work effectively. Unfortunately, the stem cell transplant and blood transfusion have proved ineffective, but that's what she has to keep living on, or else she will be gone in no time. There's nothing we can do beyond that, and the chemoradiotherapy as well. We've scanned her bones and we discovered she fell from a height, I guess. She will be unable to walk for long on her feet; I suggest she uses a wheelchair for movement aid; she's too weak to move about on her feet.”I sat up, blowing out a loud breath and wringing my hands spontaneously.I scoot over to the head side of her bed and took her hands in mine, peering at the back of her palm before laci
Rose should be out of here in no time, what could be keeping her there for this long?This child…she's probably playing in there.“Godammit.” I held my hands to my head; the uneasy feeling crept right back in.She's sick, I should have gotten there to get that toolbox. It would require her climbing and she doesn't have the strength for that.I'm going there right now.I made my way to the basement.The door to the stairway was left slightly open.“Rose?” No answer.My footsteps down the stairway to the basement were hasty.“Everything is okay. Everything is okay. She's in there. She's fine.” That was all I said to myself till turned the metal knob of the wooden door; it creaked loudly as I pushed it open.My mind wasn't ready for the view I saw. Everything was the exact opposite of what I'd prepped for, except for the fact that Rose was still in here but she was on the floor.Motionless.“No, no, oh noo.” I rushed to where my daughter was, jumping over my fallen junk.What had happen
Something is wrong with the basement today; some items, such as Dad's auto spare parts and some of his very useful items, were littered on the floor.I stood at the wooden paneled door of the basement and looked around.The junk on the floor, none was broken.None that I could see.It was like an earthquake occurred in this room; the only difference was that the ground didn't part ways.There was something very off.This is like Dad's scared spot; he always keeps her in order.Forget the musty smell; here was the most arranged as He usually spends time here for meditation or to get away from Morris chattering.He never spoke of the basement being untidy today. Mind you, he always scolds Morris each time he steps into this place.Morris hasn't been here today, Dad had always held the keys.Why would it be now that here was tumbled upside down that he say nothing?I could have heard the noise of them falling to the ground or something that wrecked here; the basement was close to my bedr
I think I've found my new hubby, the one that keeps my mind busy as my body gives out.And that is…Drum Rolls, please.A fucking home technician.Yeah, you heard me.I kind of have little or more knowledge on repairs than you think I do, maybe the knowledge of repairing items crawled out from my Dad to me I've always done that since I was…since.Now, as I've joined oneness with the couch, I didn't want to be a full-blown liability. I could help with some things around the house, like fixing the faulty microwave and fixing the dishwasher multiple times even though it would still go bad within the next 72 hours.I insist on helping these days, no matter how bad Dad objects.Miss B lets me do my thins without obliging; she's tired of keeping the hard-headed girl's input.Miss B is off to work, Morris is at school.Dad, fortunately, is at home; we just got back from the hospital from therapy.He's probably making lunch.I'm super tired, the medicines keep draining me.I lay on my bed; I
Present Day I lay comfortably on the leathery treatment couch as the linear accelerator rotated around my head, delivering the exact amount of treatment prescribed by Dr Myron.The nurse who administered it to me was no other than the nurse who always followed him around.Yes, the clingy one.I've grown to get used to the therapy there at the hospital, Dad had always complained about the whole cost of the chemotherapy Miss B offered back at home.The hospital was way cheap.I usually come with Miss B for my chemoradiotherapy when she has the night shift at work. She works as an auxiliary nurse at a hospital.Not City Hospital, like she'd be working here, I wouldn't let any other nurse attend to me.My Dad comes with me to the hospital when he's off work as well.Those two had to work their ass off to meet up with the hospital bills, so at times, I'm left at home alone when I'm back from the hospital. Playing fetch with Ozzy.Talking to myself was beginning to be a habit for Rose I c
I stood on my grounds in pure disapproval, not to go on any godforsaken date with Gibson. The ground I stood upon slowly gave way and I fell into agreeing on the stupid date.Miss B appeared in the living room, where I and Gibson were having an epic banter, and talked me into going with him. Gibson came later with a deep blue velvet gown for me to put on for the date.What a gentleman I doubt he chose the dress himself.He somehow found his way into a nice boutique to ask for a roll of their best dinner gown and he chose this one out of the hundreds they'd presented.The date was in three days.We'd settled for a dinner date at one of the nice restaurants a few blocks away.***It's 25 minutes to the date, it was scheduled for 7 pm.I'm staring at my reflection in the full-sized mirror that was hung opposite my bed. Miss B stood by my side; one of her hands was placed on her mouth, and the other She held her waist.“He's trying to make a good impression, don't you see that?” Her wor
Rose said she wasn't expecting someone; maybe the person behind the door had come to see Arthur; I know no one who would be looking for me in the place.Either way, I went to get the door.“Could you help me with your dad's lunch while I go get the door?” I asked Rose as I exited the kitchen."Sure."Pulling the doorknob of the main open, I was greeted by the blonde guy who brought Rose home last night from prom.He was a cute white kid, I would award him that.He was dressed in a blue flannel shirt tucked into his black pants.His appearance oozed a nerdy kind.I made a mental note to ask her of the kind of guys she found attractive later on, not like that's my business but c’mon.Rose was a nerdy girl too. By the law of things or whatever, two nerdy people can't form a couple.Here I am already trying to match Rose. I brushed my thoughts off“Oh dear.” I flashed the warmest grin I left reserved for children at him.“Good afternoon ma'am.” He adjusted his glasses, wearing a heavy gri
“I warned you about this, didn't I?” I replayed what happened to me and Gibson at the prom yesterday.What I did felt right until I sat for counseling on Miss Beatrice's custody.We were on the small porch of our house; my head was faced down while she kept ranting about yesterday by my side. I sat on the slab staring at the neatly cut lawn. The lawn has never been as fascinating as I was in my entire existence. Right now, I didn't want to look at her face.“That was a very wrong thing to do; imma be real with you; that nigga looks like he's the only one that cared about you even though your dumb ass keeps pushing him away. What the fuck is wrong with you child?” After maintaining a high pitch of tantrum, the last part came out as a whisper.“I'm sorry.”“Mm-hmm, you're gonna hold that back." She said holding up her arm, her index finger pointing at me."I will be putting out the whole mess you did right now in your face, starting from when you spilled that gentleman vodka on his fin
I was out to burn this prom to the ground, to burn out this sadness that dwelled in the pit of my chest and watch the smoke evaporate into the atmosphere, to solo dance till my legs gave out.I was a bit strong to carry that out.I was not here alone. Miss Beatrice was here with me and Morris; of course, we couldn't leave him behind.They just had to be there to take pictures with me and go back home, I was going to get back home on my own.“Rose Clifford!” Miss Beatrice's high-pitched voice bounced from the vinyl interior of the car straight to my eardrums“Yes, Miss Beatrice Clifford.” “Now I need you to listen to the fuck up.” She said the f-word inaudibly as she didn't want Morris to pick that up.“When you get in, please, I beg you, young lady, do not try to get drunk. Don't break any stuff because I'm not gonna pay shit.”Saying shit inaudibly.“Got that?”“Got that right ma'am.”Only if she had never tasted anything other than freshly squeezed fruit juices.Speaking of breakin
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