Me: Turn to channel 13 NewsTristan: OkMe: You know what that's about?Tristan: No... let me call her and see what's upMe: OkTristan: Good looking out 😉Unable to look away from his text, my dad taps me, and I jump. "Are you alright?" He asks."Yes!""Well, come and eat. Tristan joining us?""I doubt it.""Give me your phone! You act as if you're scared of your own husband!" Mom sneers.She snatches my phone and calls Tristan. He must've said something provocative because my mom pulled the phone from her ear and gave me a disapproving look."Tristan, this is Mrs. Warring. ...Mhmm. Apology accepted. Did Jade invite you over for breakfast? Well, are you up? We have plenty for you. Oh okay. Well, be here by noon. Ok bye, bye."She hands me my phone, shaking her head. I rush to eat to be dressed by the time Tristan comes. Before I headed upstairs, I noticed Missy's sitting zoned."You're still upset?" I ask.She whispers, "You all aren't understanding me. I saw a monster devouring peo
Tristan allowed me to stay with my parents for two more weeks before he demanded I return to Michigan. His mansion on Lake Front is my current residence. We have been traveling back and forth to Brazil, getting Black International in order.Finally, he allowed me to stay home and plan for our wedding. I haven't been to church in months. After Leslie's call, I couldn't deal with that at the time. I'm happy, and life is going great, so I don't want to add anything morbid.Grocery delivery is a Godsend for me. I'll drive down to The Mall Collection or shop out of state with my mom and Missy to avoid running into anyone I know. Missy is eighty-five percent back to normal. She had many nightmares and panic attacks, but she is overcoming her fears. Her medication seems to work well for her, too.The military is no longer in Deep Woods but is now patrolling that wooded area in Maine. Missy was invited to several news and talk shows to share her horrifying story. Talking about it publicly an
"I needed Tristan to meet and virtually confirm some documents for a new client. I've been trying to reach him since last night. I was hoping you could reach him for me or come down and appease the clients. Hearing from his wife will calm them for a few days.""Well, I'm not his wife yet, Mr. Diego.""They don't know that. Practice makes perfect. They're a very prestigious client. Tristan will be pleased to know you saved their business from leaving us. Please?"I agree, then head to Black Corporation. Upon entering, the receptionist greets me, "Hello, Mrs. Black. Mr. Diego's in conference room C."Nodding, I walk away slightly in shock that I'm being called Mrs. Black. I enter the room with Mr. Diego and four other people. Saying only what Mr. Diego instructed me to say the clients are satisfied and sign the contract. I can't believe it."You were perfect. This calls for celebration," says Mr. Diego.We walk down the street to a seafood restaurant. "Please, Jade, call me Trey. The M
I left Trey troubled and called Annie because we hadn't had a whole conversation since she met Tristan. She keeps texting she's in a meeting or doing something important each time I call. It's the ultimate blowoff.Now home, and it's too quiet. I decided to do something I haven't done since getting engaged: read the bible.As I'm reading, I remember first meeting Tristan in this house. He said something I hear him say quite often. He said it to Annie the other day, but he told me we've met before in his dreams. What did he mean by that?I've had too many disturbing nightmares about this house. I hate thinking of this as I sit alone in this massive structure. It's designed to my liking, but there are no family photos. There's nothing personal here. It's beautiful and cold, like its owner.I go to our bedroom, which was once his bedroom. I think of Shane coming in and witnessing Tristan ravish his fiancée. Then I think of the demon I dreamt of on top of Monique. Was that dream a look ba
"When did you get back?" I grumble.Without answering, he comes over and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head and then move away. Eyes squinted, he bit his pear again, then pointed to the table, saying, "I just walked in. Our neighbor, Dan, just handed me his RSVP to our wedding."Neck stretched, I lean over to read his filled-out invitation, then stand back in place. Tristan pours him a glass of juice and then exits through the kitchen door without looking back. I watch him through the window. He looks so sexy with his shorts sagging and his baseball cap to the back, walking toward the lake. Now sitting on the beach, he places his glass into the sand. Hesitant, I go out in my sheer camisole and sit next to him. Refusing to look my way, he looks toward the lake, opposite my direction."Tristan, I'm sorry.""I don't think I want to marry you anymore.""Baby, look at me!"Now, on my knees, I turn his head towards me and kiss him. "Please don't leave me. I love you so much. I'm so so
Back in Maine, I'm lifeless. Catering to me, hand and foot, my mom calls her spa people over the next day, and they give me the royal treatment. I've only been here for a few days, so no one knows I'm here. If neighbors drop by, I hide in my bedroom, and my parents never mention me.I got another phone, but I kept my old number this time in case Tristan decided to answer it again. His phone's going straight to voicemail, leaving me dejected. I left numerous messages telling him I loved, wanted, and needed him. But within days, that number was going straight to voicemail.My mom called his office for me, but they said he was on international leave and then asked if she wanted to leave a message. My Tristan was gone, and I had no clue where to find him.I've been with my parents for over two months now. My wedding is in two weeks. The depression I feel has never been diagnosed. Seeing me so down leaves my parents distraught most days.Pastor Gene and Leslie even visited twice but couldn
Coming out of his thoughts, Captain Brunson says, "It's embarrassing for us to admit, but he was loved by many of the soldiers. He gave considerable donations to many worthy causes within the military, too. No one suspected anything, so once his time expired, he went quietly into the night, living his life.However, investigating the death of those soldiers, we found there were no wild beasts on that island. Through further investigation, we found he was a fraud and that Yuri was killed. Officer Shane Knobs was closest to him, so we used him and a model decoy. Lycanthropes are preoccupied with sex if you haven't figured that out yet.Anyway, we used her to lure him in. Instead, she got lured in and was killed. Then Shane learned that Tristan was attracted to you during that time. He suggested we use you to capture him, but you were already involved with Tristan. That's why we needed to question you. We needed to see if you knew he was deranged and if you were trying to protect him lik
The celebration will take place on December 19th in Deep Woods. My mind is spinning. Why'd they lie and say he was dead? I knew my parents hadn't lied, but the military lied just as they had in Michigan. I tell no one I'm going to the celebration. I get my hair professionally done wearing a short wig. Although my face is the same, my short hair will hide me in a crowd for a minute. Also, I'm a little skinnier due to all the stress. These people haven't seen me in over two years, so those two changes will be a great aid in keeping me unnoticed.Nevertheless, it's December 19, and I'm at the celebration. Deep Woods has never seen so many people here since its existence. I did not recognize anyone, but then I noticed Mr. Trout. Once I see his face, many other faces start becoming familiar. The speeches were starting, so I hid in the middle of the crowd. Many of these speakers are unknown to me. Most speakers are business giants congratulating Trey and Gloria and honoring Larry, Adriann
I wake up in my sleeping bag. Now sitting, I glance at Jordan, Chelsea, and the other two girls, sound asleep in our tent. I hear rustling outside, but I call no one. To remove my fear, I pray all night until morning. Twelve children, Blake, Malika, Toni, and I, end our camping trip. We get on the bus and head to church. During breakfast, Pastor Gene gives an excellent message. Afterward, we eat and fellowship as we always do every Sunday. Then, finally, I'm home.Lavender and vanilla pleases my senses as I enter my homey condominium. My balcony's open doors usher in a refreshing Summer breeze from the lake. After a brief nap, I'm up late putting together a portfolio to show new clients. My small office is downtown. It's very quaint and decorated perfectly. All my clients desire my services due to the excellence of my humble office.Deep Woods has always been a vacation city. Many wealthy people build vacation homes around the lake and visit during the Summer. There's a beautiful n
Maybe Annie got what she deserved. Call me insane, crazy, a lunatic if they like, but I'm at peace. Whatever the outcome, miraculously, I could see every event before it happened. There were no secrets withheld from me from the moment our eyes met. I saw Tristan before I saw Tristan. We met in my dreams, as he so eloquently put it. And I knew he represented evil before I knew he was evil. Still, I chose him.Many saw me going through these tragic moments and questioned why a loving God allowed me to go through something so atrocious. Then I, the so-called believer, never had an answer as if this wicked relationship or thing was forced upon me. Toni, Annie, Alexandria, Samantha, and I are guilty of the same charge. Like them, I knew Tristan wasn't right, but I wanted to make him right. But most of all, I wanted God to make him right. With all my loyalty and commitment to God, the least He could do was grant me the love I wanted. Right?This is a voluntary army. Soldiers aren't rewar
Unable to sleep, I'm consumed with thoughts of Tristan. In an attempt to win me back, the final time I saw him that night in the woods, he told of how Annie ended up at his mother's funeral with him. Annie said, "Women always talk too much about their man, especially during bad times. Jade had nothing good to say about Tristan that entire week in Indigo Bay. A few days after meeting him, I ran into Tristan jogging by the lake. It wasn't by accident. I wanted him, so I started stalking him, for lack of a better word. Then, knowing how corny and boring Jade was in bed as this confused church girl, I just wanted to blow his mind. I'd often think, what could he possibly find sexually gratifying about a woman who seemed to boast about how pitiful she was in bed? I drive up next to him. Rolling down my passenger window, I greet, "Hey, handsome. Is Jade home?" Jogging in place, he stopped and turned to face me. With the brightest, sexiest smile, he says, "Annie. How are you?" Watching
"Uh, yes, praise God! ...Did they catch the killer, do you know?""No! The police believe it's more than one person! So these maniacs are still loose!""Thanks, Mrs. Cloverly, but I have to call my family. Goodbye."Immediately, I called Missy, but I got no answer. I call her back to back to back—still nothing. I call my brother, he answers."Tim! Have you talked to Missy!" "No. What's wrong?""Tristan--I mean, someone massacred my neighborhood!""What?""Yes! Please find Missy and have her call me at once!"I'm heading back to Maine, but my flight doesn't leave until tomorrow afternoon. Now, at an airport hotel restaurant, the world news is playing this gruesome massacre nonstop. As I sit traumatized because Missy still hasn't called, someone taps me."May I join you?" He asks.Startled, I nod yes. Chucking, he greets, "Hi, I'm David, and you are?""Jade.""Nice to meet you."I allow him to join me, but my eyes are fixed on the television. "Horrible, what happened there, huh?" he as
Trey was appalled that I never knew what Black Corporation was all about. On the surface, it was a science technology business, but their expertise was bioweapons and elite weapons of war.Larry Black was a mad scientist. He secretly created weapons of mass destruction and sold them. However, he wanted to create a superman or power. He heard of superpowers in Brazil and decided to go there, and he found Trey. Larry cunningly sets his own wife up to fall for Trey. Larry wanted a child that would hopefully possess this power. His wicked desire was fulfilled. He knew Trey would eventually try to set Tristan free, so Larry tried to find ways to make himself one with Tristan. After successfully extracting some of Tristan's DNA, Larry put it into his body. But it was killing him. It reacted as Cancer or any terminal disease reacts to our bodies. It was a foreign cell that needed to be removed. Trey then revealed to me that it was Larry I saw I killed in Lightning, New York, the night of
Slowly, I walk towards him, but he doesn't approach me. Motionless, he stands, waiting for me to reach him. The closer I get, the more he starts turning his neck as if tired and stretching with his eyes closed. Once he opens them, they glow bright. Immediately, I run back towards the elevators because I know he's about to change. Captain Brunson yells, "NOW!"One soldier snatches me into the elevator. As we head down, all I hear are bullets. I begin to scream, "NOOOO!"We enter the lobby, and the crowd is being escorted out. The soldier puts me and Christina into a truck and then sends us away. They take us to the military base. I'm there until morning, waiting to hear from Captain Brunson. I'm lying on a cot asleep when I hear cheering. As soon as I sat up, I saw Captain Brunson. Now weeping, he comes and pulls a chair next to my cot, asking, "How are you?" Tears stream as I shake my head. He continues, "You have someone else to live for now. Christina's going to need you strong."
Because of my rental's busted window, I tell everyone I hit a tree branch. A few hours later, we were called to the morgue, and my parents were supposedly decapitated by a large old tree slicing through their windshield. They allowed me to grieve with my family briefly, and then the police apprehended me. The authorities need to know why I sent everyone I knew to the woods. They question me for hours, and I answer the same for hours. Now, I guess I'll be a suspect in my own parents' death. They finally locked me up. I sit watching everyone, and it seems everyone is united except me.My family and pastors send lawyers, but I tell them I want to stay seventy-two hours. The police permitted me to stay, and then they put me out. I haven't bathed in three days, and I don't care. I take a cab to the airport and fly to the West Coast. I find a nice condominium in a beautiful Washington city. Shortly after, I got a job teaching interior design at the community college. However, my expertise
She goes to tell me how, but I block my ears and run out of the building. June and my parents call out behind me, but I refuse to stop running. If I stay with my parents, they'll be killed, so I run inside an office building and stay hidden until I know they're gone.A top-floor office was left unlocked. There, I hid underneath a desk. Afterward, I took out my cellphone and watched it receive call and text after call. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep.In the middle of the night, I awaken. Although I'm nowhere Tristan will think to look, I'm terrified. My phone has over a hundred calls and texts. As I scroll through, I'm dreading anything from Tristan. I see a few miscellaneous numbers, and then I see Captain Brunson called. He didn't leave a message. I guess he's responding to my texts from last night.Feeling nauseated, I realize I haven't eaten all day. Now, searching this dark floor, I find the vending machine. Peanut butter crackers soothe my stomach, but I still feel queasy. A
After midnight, I awake in his bed, draped in sheer curtains. The window's open, and the wind's blowing. It's the beginning of October, so tonight is chilly. The room is dark, but the moon is giving me a glimpse of light.I'm trying to see through the curtains but am too afraid to shift positions. To get my focus, I kept blinking, and then I saw a large dark shadow heading towards me. Thoroughly convinced I'll be dying a brutal death, I make peace with my Maker.Tristan pulls back the curtains and crawls into bed. He then crawls on top of me. His eyes glow like cat eyes as he leans above me, breathing deeply. Petrified, I stare back as he kisses me, but I taste blood. He stops and licks the blood from his lips as I swallow the blood now inside my mouth.He says, "We've definitely met before. You saw me look into your tent in the woods. I could tell you liked my eyes. And I liked yours. In fact, I liked you. I remembered your beautiful face from Blake's phone.I didn't want to scare y