When Jean was called to be interviewed next, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, but the truth was, I’m just going to the highest floor of the building.In Jean and Mikaela’s conversation, they have no idea that the reason why the CEO gave out rules for the employees to distance themselves from him like they each have an infectious disease was that someone might recognize him, sure he could change himself into some mature guy or any CEO like the one I saw in a magazine, but there’s no denying that it would be chaos when people knew they’re working for a werewolf, much more to a legendary wolf who earn billions but killed his family. -“Listen, Harriet, I’m really not approving of you going on to the wolf’s company,” Tiffany said, holding clips of paper as she briefed me. She let me borrow her clothes and I’m choosing between the suit with peach pants and long sleeves or the simple black pants and white shirt. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” I smiled, but I really don’t. I
A week had passed since then, and I think I’ve made a progress, but I also feel not. Things had been blurry since then and I'm so close to getting into jail but Blake went on just for the perfect time to save me, and together they get me out of trouble. It definitely adds up to my long list of shame and embarrassing moments and I put myself in solitude for that. But Tyler has become ignorant day by day. "That's what she should do, she's just going to get in another trouble if she runs free again," Tyler replied when a worried Tiffany knocks on my door. I'm in the farmhouse again and don't worry I'm not using Neneuis and friends' things without permission, I'm telling some 'please, let me use this' spiel every time I'm using them. And if ever Neneuis and her friends come back, I'll make sure the door of this farmhouse welcomes them. Honestly, I feel like this was their home now more than I do, I don't like the farmhouse but I have no choice but to live here, I don't want to go to
I must’ve caught a fever again. I covered my eyes with my hand and splayed my fingers, giving me the awareness that I'm not hallucinating and that the letter was real. I sat back on the sofa with my hand still covering my eyes and felt a pang hit me like a stab wound, I desperately pressed pressure on the entire zone of my eye; my headache was only in my other eye. It was a cluster headache, my phone flashed at me, it's amazing how you get information in just a few clicks with my phone. I cleared the search bar but watched as my thumb go up and down, do the internet really give you the real information in the world? I thought of searching for werewolves and their mates, but I ended up not believing the results of my search. I don't have much idea about a werewolf's mate, he did so tell me quite about it, but the realization that he may be experienced what he said to me makes my stomach churn. Does he know that all along? And that he planned to gain my trust and mark me as his? W
I stared blankly at my bedroom ceiling , I was waiting for my whole body to start functioning in the morning, I just woke up and my body was like paralyzed from the bed. I made out a yawn and pulled my arm out of the comforter, hands raised and palms open as if reaching for the ceiling. It doesn’t help me one bit from getting out of the bed but it makes me realized every time that everything that I’m going through shall pass and what I want would happened. Though it also means what I'm trying to reach was unreachable and that I should give up, it gives me anxiety and gratification at the same time.I stretched my hands and fingers and pulled my body to sit, sometimes the morning just don’t start the way I wanted it, so I railed my hands up and pretend I’m reaching to the ceiling, but the reality was just I’m reaching on nothing. Some say we create our own fate, and that our destiny was already destined to us even before we’re born and we have our lifetime to find and reach it, but I
“Won’t you take me to your house?” Andrea repeated as if the first one wasn’t enough for me to hear. But I stayed in my place, my hands didn’t move either did my expression, I just glance at her to make sure she was deadly serious about what she wanted. I’m not a bad person, I know how she feels living with Richard and his mistress, it might’ve taken a toll on her, but I did leave fast because Richard want me to leave that time, we have different reasons why we keep on leaving, but it’s not far away of a reason for us to live together, right? "How about Ashton?" She rolled her eyes and puckered her lips as if what I just asked was so absurd. "Don't care about him much, god knows where he is, last time I heard he was sent to a boarding school, but I don't know, maybe he dropped out and bang some girls at this point?" "Andrea, he's your twin, we're going to call her later." For all the years we spent, Andrea and Ashton became real siblings to me, we grew up together and I can’t h
That evening, I tried everything I could to not get affected by what Tiffany said, I bite a matchstick while cutting onions and mix it with eggs. Andrea was upstairs, unpacking from the huge room painted with a lot of colors, I know that she doesn't like it, I could give her my room instead but she insisted on taking it even though the colors was an eyesore. "It's okay, i'll take it, I'm just going to occupy some space, rent-free." I'm quite amazed by the growth she has, I almost saw her in a different light if only I didn't caught the same blinding lights that was in my front door, I noticed my balcony wall has the same.I wonder how much watts were there in those lights, they're so bright, I swore when they fade away I'd moths were gonna vanished. "Harriet I forgot my toothbrush there, you have a spare one?" She stormed to the stairs and sad that out in one breathing. Seems like Andrea forgot what she said to me that she's going to have a share with the expenses of the house.
I started on myself in the mirror, I forgot how much I skipped meals to be able to lose weight like this, my uniform was terrible, I wore a tight-fitting skirt and I have to tuck in my black blouse with yellow lining because that’s the requirement. I don’t have a choice but to follow if I wanted a job that can’t recognize me because people couldn’t care less about who their waitresses were, then I have no choice but to accept the farthest job from town possible. “I would’ve let you borrow my make-ups if you and your friend didn’t make me cry the other night.” Andrea sauntered toward me with her arms crossed and looking glumly at me as always. I straightened my skirt with my palms, still my eyes on the mirror, inspecting and criticizing every inch of my uniform. It's fortunate for Andrea that hers was just black pants and a checkered blouse with puff sleeves, she’s working at a carnival, I should've applied there first before her. But just like she said, I made her cry the other nig
My shift ended when George closed the restaurant and I cleaned the last dirt off my assigned table at exactly ten p.m on the dot.I put my coat on and change into my comfortable slippers, we said goodbye to one another and we head out, my coworkers and I parted ways, each having their night appointments to do, some were going to a bar, partying, drinking, or just visiting the night market, while some were going home. I’m one of the few that would go straight home. Because the restaurant was too far from where I lived, I need to catch the last bus for the night, I’m about to sprint off when suddenly, a hooded man in a maroon sweater showed up in front of me. “Harriet, I thought you forgot about me.” I scowled when Arnold’s face got brightened by the street lights and I recognized him. “Aren’t you going to sleep on your uncle’s place tonight?” I mean, this was a long ride to the town.“Of course not, I’m going to ride the bus with you.” He pulled me closer and put his hand over