Despite the worries, I pushed myself out of the bed. Ava wasn't sleeping next to me. To study in Oxford was her dream. She must be packing. She was sad that I wasn't coming with them.
I took a quick shower and headed out of the room. My feet froze when I saw Mr Morris sitting in the living room and drinking tea.
My mother was sitting on the second single couch, sipping her tea. She always cooked breakfast for us.
"Hello, Mr Morris." I greeted him with a smile.
"Child! The tea is very good. Join us," He lifted the cup and took a long sip, enjoying it.
I sat on the couch but didn't forward my hand to serve myself a cup of tea. I forgot. He was coming to give a ride to my family as he was heading to London too.
Ava walked into the living room. She was carrying her backpack. Her eyes met mine, "We're ready to go," I felt sadness. I was doing this for her bright future. After a couple of years, we would be together. Mom would be fine. Ava would be a doctor. Everything would be perfect. I could hope for this.
I couldn't imagine the goodbye time so soon. Mom and Mr Morris got on their feet. They slid the cups on the wooden table.
"I'll be waiting outside," He said.
I didn't notice but they had already packed their luggage. Ava crushed me into a tight hug. My eyes brimmed with tears. I wasn't going to cry.
I curled her in a engulf, "Take care of mom and yourself. Don't forget me," I chuckled.
She pulled back looking offended, "I won't." Her voice cracked. Tears were running down her cheeks.
I swiped my thumb over them, "You can come with me and help me with my job. Your dream... can wait, " I trailed, mocking.
"No," She hugged me again, "I'll miss you."
"Me too," My throat began to tighten.
Ava pulled back, wiping her cheeks. Mom took me in a tight hug, "Study hard, princess. Message me every day if you can't call. When I want you to come for weekends. You will." She demanded.
I hugged her and smiled at her commanding nature. I would miss it, "Ok, mom." I pulled back and sighed deeply, "Mr Morris will be waiting for you." I said.
They nodded and headed to the door. I paced behind them. Mr Morris held the door open for my mom and sister.
They gave me a quick hug and got in.
"Donovan will be here in the evening. Good luck, child." Mr Morris said.
I nodded, "Thank you, Mr Morris,"
He smiled and climbed into the passenger seat.
I don't need to say or ask him to take care of my sister and mother. They'll be fine.
I waved my hand at the car as the driver pulled away. Ava peeped out of the window. I could see her watery eyes.
Closing my eyes, I took a second to breathe deeply, I couldn't sit calmly. I had to packy things. Mr Wolfe might be here at any time.
I returned to the living room. I slid my phone over the wooden table, put the cups back in the tray and grabbed them. I carried them to the kitchen and placed them in the sink. I washed them immediately. I couldn't afford a caretaker.
I sighed again. I wasn't doubting my decision but it was feeling f***** hard.
I packed my luggage. It was only one suitcase. I didn't waste money on clothes and other luxurious items.
I had received a message from Donovan that he must be reaching at any time.
I was waiting for him for five minutes. I understood I was taking care of his grandchild but shifters, it unsettled me. Was I really going to meet one? Or Mr Donovan Wolfe was testing me for taking care of his grandchild, Sisily.
I growled inwardly. I was excited if it was true and scared too, In case, they'd harm me.
If a seven years older girl can survive to stay with shifters. Why can't I? If I couldn't see myself fit in that world. I'm taking my ass back home.'
"Miss Emma," I startled, jumping on my feet.
Mr Wolfe peered at me, his forehead creased, "I don't mean to scare you," He said in an apologetic tone.
"No. I didn't notice you. I was just..." I trailed, I didn't want to share my thoughts.
He nodded his head, "Are you ready to go?" He asked.
I nodded as there was no option but to accept it. I had already decided. So, no use in wasting time backing up.
It was a road full of debris and dust. I was moving back and forth, left and right as I was sitting on a roller coaster, "Don't they have smooth roads to the academy?" I asked, looking out of the window. The dust had almost blocked the view. He chuckled at the obvious incredulity in my tone, "The road is under repair, child. Sorry for the inconvenience." He said, reminding me of Mr Morris. After landing the plane, It had been more than an hour to us driving. The road wasn't full of debris. Now I didn't expect to see a smooth ride. "That's not your fault. I hope it will end soon." I clenched the handle to stop the fall every time it moved. "Only twenty minutes more," He said. I sighed nodding my head instantly. I was expecting a mansion with a lot of guards from his expensive suit and the payment I was getting for my job. Now, I was wondering. How would he have a
' I don't know what happened to her parents. Why is she staying with her grandpa? I don't want to prey on their life when I know how dangerous they could be. ' I breathed, my throat growing tight. I missed my father. I hadn't admitted and I never would. But I wanted him around us. I wanted to see the same affection in his eyes for me, Ava and mom. Sisily smiled brilliantly, as Donovan asked her to go back to her room. "The headmaster wants to see you," Donovan dropped the bombshell on me. He placed his hands in his pants pockets, took in a deep breath. I blinked at him, "Why?" I forgot that part. I hate it. Headmaster scares me. He turned and looked at me. Suddenly, his eyes seemed too young to me. I averted my gaze away. I was glad that I
I quickened my steps behind him and we entered the building. It didn't take much. Mr Wolfe held open the door for me. A few more steps and we reached the headmaster's office. Mr Wolfe was holding the mahogany door open for me. With a nervous smile, I stepped forward. The headmaster's office was enclosed by bookshelves, in the centre of the room, there was a desk with three chairs. My eyes widened to see a young man, not more than twenty-five years old sitting behind the desk. He was handsome. Academy's people should try Hollywood. He lifted his lashes and looked at us with stormy grey eyes. He smiled, "Donovan," he stood up from behind the desk and extended his hand. Gosh! He is so tall. I could see his broad shoulders, imagining under a black coat. Donovan forwarded his hand and took his h
I woke up the next morning. My stomach was growling. I hurried toward the washroom and took a long shower with warm water. I dressed in a dark green blouse and white trousers. It was the weekend. I was starting my classes and job from tomorrow. I was planning to explore the academy but first breakfast. I grabbed my phone and headed out of the door. I locked the door and halted. When I found all the gazes on me. It was crowded. Were they waiting for me to walk out of the room? Of course, not. Plucking my gaze from the groups of girls and their curious gazes, I headed to the elevator. Two girls blocked my way and eyed me with distaste on their faces. They were wearing bright red short dresses, red lipstick, and red shoes. Red girls! "Freshers can't use it," She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I used it yesterday." I didn
I let out an exaggerated sigh as I stared at the map. I couldn't check my books yesterday. I thought about going to the library first. I took out the map and began to find my location on the map. "Here!" I muttered. I was standing in a path enclosed by classrooms. Only a few students were in groups. I had come here before. I could see the headmaster's office at the end of the hallway. All stopped whispering. Their faces were haunted. I followed everyone's gaze. A tall, white blonde girl wearing a tight white long dress was pacing my way, her heels clicking against the floor creating an ominous atmosphere. My stomach swirled. The air changed around me. She was glaring at me. I swallowed hard and felt my heart racing a bit. When she was crossing the distance with her long strides, her pink lips thinned. S
I opened my eyes and blinked many times. For a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling. 'Where am I?' Then everything began to reinstall in my mind. I looked down at myself. I was in a hospital gown and lying on the hospital bed. Thank goodness! I'm not dead! That beautiful lunatic girl! What's her problem? My hand shot under my collarbones. There was a bandage, "I survived," My voice was loud and full of shock. My throat wasn't hurting. "Hi, how are you feeling now?" A tender voice made my neck swivel. My eyes dilated in fear. I squealed and pushed myself back. Silver's eyebrows drew together, her expression was p
DASTIEN The silence felt awkward. I couldn't lock up uneasiness tight in an airless box. I wanted to cry. My grief remained locked up tight in an airless box. My green eyes were full of fury. My throat threatened to clog. The pain inside my chest deepened when I recalled her in a shredded blouse and her blood covering her creamy skin. I ran in my wolf form, howling up at the cold moon in pure fury when I couldn't hold the pain. The human girl is my mate. I was expecting a strong girl like Alessandro, he got Silver. Anger and aggression took hold on me. Silver did this to her. My Alpha Packmates could feel my anger and fear. Anger that Silver should trust her mate, Ale
I stared at Silver. She was truly a beauty with snow White skin, white-blonde hair, pink thin lips, icy blue eyes. She was looking at me with begging eyes. I snorted and looked away. 'Why does my forgiveness matter to her? She must try to do something else. Like! Kill me. I won't trust her ever.' Laughter filled the air. My attention diverted to them. The handsome boys from the table. I got discharged from the hospital one hour ago. Shock still could be read over my features that I was sleeping for a week. How did the werewolf girl do this? She seemed close to my age but stronger than me, too strong. We sat around the campfire. I had experienced this before. Jasper offered me a beer. Daniel hit him on his biceps, "She's sick, man." He drawled and grabbed the beer from him and took a long swing f
THIRD PERSON's POV Silver slid under the duvet with her. The air was full of tension, silence was making it worse. "What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, worry written all over her face "Look at her," Silver peered down at her and placed the back of her hand against her cheek, ''Her skin is cold. Her lips are turning blue. We can't let her die. She's our friend." "I've talked to mom. The book is the only solution." Elizabeth said, flickering her gaze out of the window. The night was dark, with no star, no moon. "How could Dastien leave her to deal with everything on her own when she doesn't know a thing about our world?" Silver muttered, under her breath. They were worried and frighten
"Are you okay, Emma?" Teal asked. I nodded my head. My gaze caught the dark leather tome. The sparkling increased and it burst into the air, it threw the book into the air and it tore into thousands of tiny pieces. The part of my brain seemed to shut off. My pulse quickened, "What's this?" I asked. "We broke the spell," Sap whispered, still in shock. I was staring at her, "Why am I precious? You know everything about me, indeed everyone." I swiped my gaze on Carlos. He returned the gaze but didn't utter a word. Sap glanced at Teal, her expression was nervous. "I need to know what's happening to me? Why am I cursed?" I never dared to ask this. Never. "You're cursed by a powerful Quee
In the morning, the sun peeked out over the tops of the mountains. I woke up with a jolt. I saw the beasts in my nightmare. I could hear the weak voices of my friends, "You're dreaming. Relax." When I opened my eyes. They were looking at me, lying next to me. I pushed myself up and climbed down the bed. I walked over to the window with sleepy eyes. A slow smile appeared on my face. There was a beautiful picturesque in front of me. "It's beautiful," Silver said. "A beautiful trap," Elizabeth murmured. "Why?" I asked, still looking at the view of hills and morning sun in front of me. "Some witches are so strong that they can destroy the world. They are full of evil."
"Wao!" I looked at the ceiling to the walls and floor with wonder. It looked like a simple house from the outside. But when I stepped in, the floor was made of polished wood, the walls were of stone, the roof was of glass, wood, and aluminum. The furniture was of dark wooden, dark and coffee brown curtains, some ancient paintings were hanging on the wall, "Your house is amazing," "I was telling the same," Silver said, giggling. Elizabeth paced toward me. I took a step back, Jasper's hand around my shoulder stopped me. " I wanna keep it," I said. "You're hurting yourself and us. You know she didn't mean to hit you." Elizabeth said. I shrugged my shoulders. I couldn't seek their help at every moment. "We shouldn't do this. We should hear you." Silver sighe
They'd really transformed into a badass. I grabbed my backpack. It was heavy for me. My phone buzzed. I took it out of my pocket and stared at the message. 'Samantha has asked for your number. Is she troubling you?' I sat down on the bed and clicked on the reply. I typed quickly. 'No, everything is fine.' I grabbed the bag and got up, hauling it behind me. Mom was waiting in the hall. My phone buzzed again. I clicked on open glancing down. 'I didn't give her your number. ' "What's making you frown?" She asked. I softly bit my lower lip, "Samantha wanted my number but Drake refused her." I told her. Was it wish? Soon, I'd know from her reaction. "He did the ri
I felt all the more dreadful. Cassandra was hovering over my head. Her gaze cut through me and I felt paralyzed. I pushed myself up, drifting my gaze around. "Finally you're fully awake," Cassandra said, with a smile. Her real smile astounded me. Werewolves tearing heads from their bodies, dead bodies, faeries fighting, faces of king Ricinus, King Kelstov, Prince Stipe plagued my thoughts. "I'm not married, right?" I asked with a scared tone, with big eyes. My chin began to tremble. I held my tears. They fed on human pain. They tormented humans and mocked their suffering. I swung my legs off the bed and padded across the room. It was a different room. "You're not married." She said.
I opened my eyes. My cheek was pressed against something cold. I forced my eyes to open. I saw logs burning and people sitting around it. It was huge and in the shape of a pentacle. The flames were so tall that I could it above their heads too. I could feel the slight heat. But the cool wind made it worse. My body trembled when I saw bars. I pushed myself up, jamming my hands against the cold metal. I heard laughter. My gaze drifted around. I was caged. The mocking, monstrous faces looked at me. Dread rolled through my belly. I drew in a sharp breath when I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head. A hand waved and I saw dark smoke in the air. I fall back on the metal ground. I tried but I couldn't gather the strength to sit. I held my hand to my temple. It hurt when my fingers pressed softly. Where are you
My eyes opened with a snap. Dastien! I could feel the pain again in my memories but it felt real. The terror permeated my skin and seeped into my bones. All faces turned and lingered on me, and I clenched my teeth to suppress a shriek as I pushed myself up. My gaze darted around. I wasn't in my room. The walls were red, ancient, expensive furniture, their room was definitely royal. King Kelstov was leaning against the doorframe. His yellow eyes were still on Elizabeth. Arms curled around me, taking me in a choking embrace. I saw Mary grinning with tears. "Girls, careful. Don't hurt her." She muttered. They pulled away immediately. They were grinning but I could see tear tracks, slightly swollen or red eyes. The skin of my cheek
After two hours of driving in the deep forest, Mary announced that we'd walk. Trees were so thick that the sunlight hardly reached the ground. The sound of wild animals could be heard. Somewhere from the direction of the forest, an owl hooted. In response, my heart thrummed. "It gives an ominous feeling," I told them. "Dark magic!" Mary said, looking forward. Her feet didn't stop for a second. I gazed at Elizabeth for an explanation, "This place is secured by Dark magic. Only a dark Faerie king can do this." "King Kolstov," I said his name in a whisper. My legs were throbbing, "Can we rest for a while?" I was forcing myself to walk. "I can pick you up," Silver grinned at me. We kept walk