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Chapter Thirty-Eight
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Angelica
A white curtain brushed softly against my cheek as I starred out the window watching the gentle wind blow through the trees just outside. I sighed with annoyance. I knew I was in a dream, I don't know how but I knew that this place wasn't real. It was too calm, too surreal, too foggy, to be anything but a dream. All I could do was watch the trees from this window inside this fake nursery room. Whatever this room, this place, was I knew it was made of magic because I couldn't leave. There was no door to this room. All there was in this room was a crib, a rocking chair, an empty bookshelf, a simple grey rug on the wooden floors and this window draped with white curtains. The walls were a mint green, the blankets in the crib were a sunshine yellow with a simple brown teddy bear and a fluffy white cushion. Nothing changed. The only thing that really changed was my ever growing belly which I believed was the only thing keeping me sane. JudgRelated chapters
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His Hidden Child Chapter Forty-One
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His Hidden Child Chapter Forty-Two
MaxThe awkward silence was as thick as gross stale air which made Max extremely uncomfortable. Carla had been told that her sister had been taken, by who and while everyone expected anger even hostility towards Dmitri, who was was supposed to be protecting Angel. But no one expected her to be angry with herself. She paced around the small little sitting room, her new clothes a little too big for her, swishing as she moved, muttering angrily how this all her fault, how horrible of a sister she is and how much of a horrible person she is. After she was done pacing around she sat down where Sara was sleeping and sobbed quietly to herself.Nina, Max, Sara and Dmitri didn’t want to leave and yet being there felt as if they were intruding on a personal moment. Max just kept staring at the carpeted floor while rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably, at least for a while. Carla hiccuped and then mumbled, “I
His Hidden Child Chapter Forty-Three
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DmitriThe fog slowly drifted, disappearing as the morning became warmer and soon the castle became clearer, the details more visible with every passing minute. There, in the middle of a huge clearing roughly around five hundred meters wide all around, was the castle which looked as if it belonged in a horror movie. Dmitri was not a movie fan, he preferred books, however, he has seen the odd horror movie thanks to his siblings and this castle definitely had that look to it. The look of the castle gave Dmitri an unsettling feeling inside his gut and, somehow, he knew this castle has seen some horrors. This made him afraid. He was afraid for his Angel. Was she all right? How was the baby? Are they both safe?Please, he begged to the Moon Goddess,please let them be safe.As the fog thinned more and more, the castles’ surrounding and details became more prominent than before. Eerie dea
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DmitriWith a sharp twist, he snapped the Witch’s neck and she fell to the floor with a hard thud. This was the last Witch on this floor so Dmitri signalled for his group to continue searching the area for anyone or anything that would give them any information on Madeline’s plans or where his Angel will be. All the rooms on the lower levels of this old castle consisted mostly of ancient dusty furniture covered with yellow-stained sheets, broken glass here and there and frayed old carpets.This once was a home, Dmitri thought as he entered yet another bedroom filled with spiders and layers upon layers of dust.I wonder what happened.He entered the bedroom and opened old drawers which nearly broke when he touched them.The drawers had small items of clothing, perhaps once belonging to a child, a little girl by the looks of it. He carefully placed the clothing back a
His Hidden Child Chapter Forty-Six
Nina“Please, get behind me,” Nina pleaded with Angelica as the howls and growling became more violent and loud, scraping wood echoed through the room which made the pregnant werewolf cry harder, screaming for her sister. Nina turned to the girl and ushered her to the opposite side of the room, away from the door, and sat her down carefully sat her on the floor behind a large wooden wardrobe, the only piece of furniture in the room beside the large bed. “Stay here, do not move, not for anyone or anything. Do you understand?” The girl didn’t respond. She stared, terrified, at the door where her sister disappeared, her hands shakily covering her mouth as tears rolled down her pale cheeks. “Angelica Sky!”The girl suddenly snapped her eyes to meet Nina’s and managed a meek, “Huh?”Nina placed both of her hands on either side of the g
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His Hidden Child Chapter Fifty-Three
AngelicaI didn’t know where I was. With the white walls surrounding me and medical tools on a table next to me, I knew I was in some sort of hospital but where? One second I was in this weird bedroom, and Lu looked at me with murder in his eyes and the next Carla, and I was in this large hall resembling a cathedral.I felt a crippling stabbing pain shoot up my back, my sister’s comforting words fading in and out as building pressure in my head caused me to scream, reminding me that I was wheeled away with people shouting and my sister squeezing my hand tightly. “I-I c-can’t do this, Carla,” I sobbed as the pain rippled up my spine once again and an urge to push swirled through my stomach. Tears soaked the pillow under me as I leaned my head back.My sister gently wiped my tears away as someone, whom I assumed was a doctor, placed a hand on Carla’s shoulder before she spoke. “If we a
