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I have this weird urge to always look for more trouble whenever I find myself in any. Instead of just sitting one place and staying out of danger, I go for more danger and subject myself and the people I care about to things that could really get us hurt. I thought by now that I would’ve learnt my lesson and stayed put, however, that was not the case. I have become a whole lot worse and inquisitive. I am always seeking answers even at the expense of others. And somehow, I don’t seem to care what others think. Uncle Michael’s beard looked just the way it was when I last saw him… The day Derrick and I fought him at his mistress’s house. He looked a whole lot tired and frustrated. Maybe even sexually frustrated as well. He had bags of anxiety under his silver eyes. And walked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. I wanted to feel sorry for him. I almost did. This was the same man who carried me with love and care when I was young, and even gave me a nickname. Played with
“Hector. Do you know who Emilio’s mate is?” “Um… I’m not sure. I over heard him say her name is Sammy. I think that’s just a nickname. I don’t really know her full name. But let me check his room.” He offered. We did not hear anything for a while until he came back saying ‘Sam Hawking’, and that she had raven hair and brown eyes and looked a bit Spanish and Indian then sent us the picture. Ken was already on it searching for her on social media. There were a couple of profiles with the same description until he came across one that had a werewolf picture posted about a week ago. “I got her.” He said then messaged her. She did not answer immediately and I started panicking. I did not know if Emilio was coming after us today or tomorrow or next week but I was not going to take any chances. We needed to be ready. Annalise popped up but she wasn’t looking too good. I haven’t been paying her much attention lately. I’ve been too occupied with what I wanted that I forgot that she was a h
My breath hitched once Ken and Tiffany sauntered into the café. The air was freezing, proving that the weather still hadn’t recovered from what happened on the full moon. I was wearing a pink jersey while Hector wore his signature black hoodie. We watched with interest as Ken spoke to the lady having her drink before sitting down opposite her. Tiffany had her phone out. She clicked on it then placed it on the table. Almost immediately she placed it on the table I got a notification on my phone. Tiffany: She’s not human. “Whoa!” I frowned. As I tried to understand this statement more clearly. “What is it?” Hector asked me and I showed him what Tiffany sent me. His eyes darted from the phone then back at the trio inside Kimberly’s Café. “How is that possible?” I was asking myself the same question. “Does it mean that everyone we come across isn’t exactly human now?” I asked Hector. He did not reply. His mind was sieving the answers out. I looked back inside the café. Ken was orderi
“You are running out of time, you know?” Sofia told me. Her restless demeanor proved that my stubbornness to comply with her demands were agitating her. Her hair was flowing down her back in soft curls and the dress she wore looked like it was going to suffocate her very soon. I don’t even understand these huge medieval outfits that literally weigh more than the actual person wearing them. They looked good, only for plays like Daniella. “If you need your spell book so badly why don’t you just go and get it yourself? Oh wait, you can’t.” I snorted. We were both standing under the cloudy sky and she looked like she wanted to pace around, if not for the weight she was walking around with. No matter what, I was not going to bend to her will. I had a choice to either do it or not do and I was choosing not to do it. Now that she was in my personal peaceful space, I couldn’t breathe or relax anymore. She was contaminating my area with her presence. “Why are you being so stubborn?” She snap
All fingers in all shapes and forms pointed to Bree and her gang of ghouls. I was empty inside the whole night I couldn’t even be joyful at aunt Courtney’s efforts that proved she was almost back on track. I had a dreamless sleep last night despite my hopes of being transported to that place of peace and unite with the animal that was said to be a folktale and a figment of one’s imagination. I dragged my heavy head off the pillows in the morning, to aimlessly direct myself to the bathroom. After my usual hygiene routine, I was mostly awake now. It was Thursday and I was in the mood to be smashed back to my senses since I was carelessly allowing crackheads shit on me. I wore black fishnet stockings under a tight black leather skirt, and tucked my long sleeve, high neck black bodysuit under it. I wore black high heel boots and styled my hair into a high ponytail after inserting studs on my earlobe holes. I applied eyeliner on and grabbed my school bag. If I should say so myself, I looke
Hector: We wont b able 2 use Jane’s car anymr Me: Because we desecrated it? Hector: Shl hv a heart attack once she finds out wat we hv been up 2 Flipping to rest on my back on the comforter, I laughed out loud at this. Me: It’s all your fault Mr. Lopez Hector: Our fault. U hv 2 take d blame as well. Me: I’m not taking anything. Hector: Oh, I see I ddnt mold u enough this afternoon. There’s always another day. Me: Try your luck. I was daring him and I knew he liked the challenge. What I did today shocked me so much. I had never thought I would actually be able to make Hector feel that way. I shocked myself more than I shocked him. “That was so good.” He had said. It was quite rare hearing him comment on anything, but the fact that he did really boosted my confidence. I probably wouldn’t have given him a second blow job if he hadn’t. Hector: On a srs note. We wont be able 2 use her car becoz I’ve been paying 4 fuel. So now dat I dnt hv a job 4 d time being, I cnt pay 4 fuel.
Hector was away for the morning. Ken, Tiffany and I were at home sipping soda and guessing the many possible things Sam was. “What if she’s some secret FBI, CIA agent or some high profile person looking for werewolves and other kinds or mystical creatures?” Tiffany offered. I rolled my eyes at that. “She just turned 20.” Sam seemed too young to fit that kind of a job. “Mmmh, Maya has a point.” Ken agreed. “Babe, you are supposed to be on my side.” Tiffany scolded with a pout. “Oh, uh… she has a point, but your idea is possible. She could be the youngest recruit.” Ken said, hoping that would get him back on his girlfriend’s good side. She smiled up at him from his lap and he stroked her hair. “Gosh, I would be worse than blind if I walked into school and did not know that you two were dating, hell no. There has to be someone who sees the signs or suspects something.” Ken looked down at Tiffany with admiration. She probably never thought she could win the school’s star boy, like e
The rest of the weekend went by in a blur. I’ve been in the library studying and getting to know more about other creatures from Ken’s book of mystical creatures. I still hadn’t reached on one that best describes Sam but I guess she would tell us what she was soon. In school on Monday I decided to give Derrick his space. We only spoke to each other as Luther and Daniella which was kind of awkward but I have learnt to master my feelings as best I could. Hector and I now make the very most of our weekdays since weekends he would be very busy and won’t even have a chance to text. I was so happy for him and he looked different, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. I guess his old job really had a toll on him. He said after getting his first pay, we would be able to use Jane’s car again. Sessions with Mrs. Pierce have been cut down, thankfully. Seeing her every single day was punishment enough. As we got closer and closer to the day of performing Daniella, Ms. Judith becam