My name's Harriet Morrison and my life had been in so many downs. Right after my mom's death, her husband told me that I'm not his child. I got banished and found a farmhouse in the middle of the woods beside the house of the legendary wolf. People knew what the legendary wolf can do, his story has been passed down to people long enough to be told in bedtime stories for children. The story starts when he's supposed to be crowned as the next alpha. The most powerful in the pack of werewolves. He wanted that position so badly and waited long enough to have that, but on the day of his proclamation, his younger brother showed up and fight him for that position. Tyler got mad and didn't only fight his brother – the whole pack was also doomed. He killed his pack, and so other wolves gave him the punishment to be banished forever. Having nothing to go to, he settled on the forest with his loyal gamma for years. Long enough after that, I met them because of the farmhouse. I long to meet
"What's with your get up? What are you doing in front of my room?" I've been told I need to consider others' feelings more. That I have to realize I'm not an island who's living alone in this world. We have to co-exist because we were programmed to do so. As soon as night struck, my investigation started. The cat can kill me for my curiosity but assumingly, maybe, Hayley's father was Tyler. It was possible, Tyler said he loved his mate and even created a tomb solely for her because even if he told his gamma he wasn't waiting for her return, there’s a part of his that's still connected with her. And so he's trying to find her through me. He's using me. And it's a win-win, I think. This was what I want, I keep on reminding myself. I borrowed black pumps from Tiffany and wore black slacks partnered with a shirt and a long brown coat, I partnered it with a newsboy hat and binoculars I found on the storage shelf. "I'm doing my duty, trying to investigate," I said blandly, I put down
"I'm Neneuis, nice to finally meet you, Harriet." I stared at her offered hand with my mouth slightly open. She's the girl; she wore a black tennis skirt, cropped long-sleeve black shirt with a red tie, black manicured hands, black biker pumps with a thigh belt, her hair was black and was in a boyish cut, her filled dark eyeshadow cat eyes and black lips screamed memento mori:She's the kind of girl that stare right into your eyes and remind you that you must die. And if I accept her handshake, I feel like I'm accepting her reminder. My eyes went round when I looked at her."Grim Reaper!" I pointed and almost jumped to my place when the hands of death held her shoulder. I covered my mouth with my hands and bowed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry." "It's okay. This is Lukas, not the grim reaper," Neneuis snickered. I feel my face flush and turned to Tiffany for help. She flew her hands around me and fa
"Who killed him?" Like the water in the ocean, no one can fathom how much was there, no one knows how deep is the ocean: I've read that we only know about two percent. That's too little but I feel safe to know about that, we don't know what we're going to see once we have known the ninety-eight percent. I bet it's going to be the end of the world then. Michael’s a friend to me, though lately, I doubt if it stayed like that. He likes me, romantically and tried to take advantage of me. The last time I had a conversation with him was shaky, I refused to talk to him and he respected my decision, the last time we had was nothing but brief: when he directs me with the transferees. He claimed they weren't normal people but I found out that my classmates think of them as one. "Not normal? What are you talking about Harriet? They're like us!" My forehead formed in a line and held the railing of the stairs for support. Policemen arrived o
For a second, I thought I'm being haunted in the school, but whenever I turned and looked around, I didn't see anyone suspicious. At lunch, the school body gave their sympathy through the speakers. I was sitting alone in the cafeteria, eating a bowl of creamy vegetable salad when a hand slammed on my table. I was forced to look up and saw Neneuis grinning at me. "How do you like my present?" I believe what she's specifying was her helicone gift I put on my nightstand. I put my spoon down and smiled also. "Yes. Thank you." Though I already said my thanks, why was she still bringing it up now? "You did? That's so awesome." She moved back and swatted the grim reaper beside her in the stomach. There's also the girl and the boy who picked flowers. The next thing I knew, Neneuis and her friends sat also at the table. Neneuis put her elbows on the flat surfaced and batted her eyelashes. "So, where's Beta and h
Genevieve's lips were full and voluptuous as ever. Her beach-curly hair made it look like she had just gone out to the salon. Her cinch waist, big breasts, and booty were like a cartoon character figure. Others wished to have. But I'm not like other girls, I'm okay with my figure right now, not too fat, but also not too thin to easily get tackled to a car when kidnapped. "What are you doing here?" She gave up acting like a good mother and put her hand on her hips. She raised a brow and gave me an elevator look. "I lived here, you? What are you doing here?" I remember the time Richard got frustrated with her, and water sprinkled through her face. She was a laughingstock for a second, and I still couldn't help but laugh when I remembered her clown-like face. I don't need to answer her question because Richard pops up and snakes his arm automatically to her waist. "She's going to stay with us, darling." The first thing I noticed wa
He was caught off guard. After what he did, I can't fully trust him. Richard dropped his fork to his plate and raised his chin. I never imagined having breakfast at the same table with the antagonists of my life. I just found out that Ashton moved out and rent a dorm, Andrea dropped out and was MIA to Richard and Genevieve. I thought that maybe they agreed to let me stay here as Nancy said to fill the gap of having children, after all, it's nice to have teens around but I'm not the one to believe that. Teens are a pain as much as children do, and I would bet the only money in my pocket that they wouldn't wished for me to stay here. I don't like children, I don't plan on having my own suffer from this sick world. I hope that every parent thinks about that when doing coitus. I hope my mother and my unknown father thought about that before they have me. "You're quiet today Harriet, is there a problem? Don't you like the steak I ordered?" Richard said. I looked at the chewy steak
Arnold and I came together to school. As we were walking through the gaze, the sharp look of Danisha standing on the side made me part my lips slightly, I tugged on Arnold's sleeve and caught his attention. "We have history class after lunch. Let's talk then. Make sure you have evidence." I gritted my teeth as I felt another batch of eyes staring at us. There were other students on the school grounds, but the two sets of eyes watching us stand out more than the others. Arnold agreed, and we parted ways to the hallways of the school. He headed to the lockers while I headed to the classroom.We made a team, and though even I couldn't believe how could I easily trust someone again, I did. It seems like the only one I couldn't trust again was Richard. He proved that his family owned a funeral home by introducing me to his family. It was an accident, and his father barged in and saw us, and without much preparation, I met another family again. Arnold has the advantage over my problem,