John brought Mr. and Mrs. Arden, Jette, Drew, and Candy to the old University, the EGP Academy. With amazement from the face of Jette and Candy, the care-taker took the bag of John and greeted him happily and with full respect. John led the way. He walked towards an area of the said school not visible to the eyes of the public. To their surprise, it has a way towards the house of John. Remember the hotel where there is a family portrait? It is adjacent to the said old university. To Jette’s surprise, John’s secret room is full of cctv-like giant televisions. The televisions are recording the movement of all the students of the said university. Remember the classroom which Jette and Candy have seen one time through a hole? That is a hidden area only for John’s eyes. Everybody is shocked with John’s home and school at the same time.
“I didn’t know you have all this,” said Candy.
“Mommy Candy, I’m sorry I
All has prepared. They all think that Harry is working as a staff at St. Anthony Parish.“Are you now ready, Marina?” asked Mr. Arden.“Yes, I am ready to meet him. I wish he could remember the younger years we had before, as playmates,” said Mrs. Arden.***On their way to the Southern part of the country, “Jette, can you check the map, I guess we are losing our way,” said John.“Yes, Bro. We’re really lost, and the signal is too bad,” answered Jette.“Let me go out the car and ask some residents here,” suggested Drew.Drew went out of the car and approached a group of people, “Excuse me, Sirs. Can I ask you a question?” he said.“Sure, what’s that?” asked the guy in white shirt.“Do you know Mr. Harry Pernt? He’s working at St. Anthony Parish,” asked Drew.&l
Jette drove to the St. Stephen’s Parish to personally talk to Father Harry. Unfortunately, Father Harry was not there. She waited for 3 hours, and Father Harry arrived by then.“Father, hello,” greeted Jette.“Yes, Jette. Hello… I’m sorry with yesterday,” said Harry.“It’s alright, I understand fully well your reaction,” said Jette.“Come in my office,” said Harry.***At the office:“All the things that happened during my childhood resounded when I saw her face,” said Harry.“What really happened, Father? I am willing to listen,” said Jette.“This is what happened…I was a kid then, everybody is living well. My family, my Mom, Gaymo and my Dad, Galleon. We own a University and one of my classmates then was Marina. She is so kind and we used to play a
One day, Kell is so excited to face the new day. She went to their prayer room and happily shared her thoughts with God. She says, “My God, thank You for this new day that you have given me. I am happy because all my family members are all healthy, I am healthy and gay, and everything seems to be nice. I am here in front of you to offer this whole day with happiness and excitement. When I was a kid, I have dreamed of meeting a priest and I promised You, God remember… I promised you that I will also become one, since I’m a girl, I’m going to be a nun. But I am once again sorry, God because I have met someone who will not make me a nun… and that is my boyfriend, Albert. I know you understand. AMEN.”Right after, she went to the kitchen and ate her breakfast. She called Albert, and they had a sweet talk just like the usual. Then, Albert promised Kell that he will arrange a formal dinner for Father Harry and her. He knows that it is one of th
Jette's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself suspended between the realms of dreams and reality. The remnants of a nightmare lingered, casting a haunting shadow over her waking moments. As the room slowly materialized around her, the vivid images from the dream began to dissipate like morning mist. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth across Jette's room. The familiar surroundings provided a stark contrast to the unsettling dreamscape she had just inhabited. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath and grappling with the lingering emotions the dream had stirred. The dream had been a chaotic swirl of darkness, with shadows that whispered secrets of hidden fears. Jette tried to shake off the unease that clung to her like a phantom, but the residue of the dream lingered, a ghostly reminder of her subconscious struggles. Throwing back the covers, Jette swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet meeting the cool floor. She
Weeks passed since Jette decided to turn the haunting nightmare into a narrative of empowerment. The pages of her journal filled with words that flowed like a river, carrying away the remnants of fear and uncertainty. Drew, ever-supportive, stood by her side, offering encouragement and sharing in the cathartic journey of transformation. As the days turned into months, the once-daunting shadows of the dream became mere echoes in the background of their lives. Jette and Drew found solace in each other's company, their bond fortified by the shared experience of navigating the intricacies of dreams and emotions. The story Jette wrote evolved into a beautiful tapestry of resilience, depicting a protagonist who faced the shadows head-on and emerged stronger, guided by the unwavering light of love. The narrative became more than a tale; it became a reflection of their shared journey—a testament to the transformative power of facing fears and embracing new beginnings. One sunny afternoon, J
The weight of Drew's decision hung heavy in the air as he grappled with the magnitude of what lay ahead. The illicit project, once a tempting offer now cast in shades of moral ambiguity, loomed over him like a shadow he couldn't shake. The ethical compass that had guided him throughout his career wavered at the crossroads of temptation and consequence. Late at night, Drew sat in the dim glow of their living room, his mind a tumultuous sea of conflicting thoughts. Jette, sensing his inner turmoil, approached him with a quiet concern etched on her face. "Drew, you've been wrestling with this decision for days," Jette began, her voice a gentle inquiry. "What's going on?" Drew looked at her, the flickering uncertainty in his eyes betraying the storm within. "Jette, I've been offered a chance—an opportunity that could redefine our lives. But it comes at a cost. The project is... it's not entirely above board. It's complicated, and I don't know what to do." Jette sat beside him, her pres
Months had passed since Drew made the fateful decision to accept the illegal project. The once-promising venture had transformed his life in ways he had not anticipated, and the toll on his principles and the foundation of his marriage with Jette became painfully evident. The luxurious trappings of wealth surrounded Drew as he found himself in a lavish penthouse, a stark contrast to the modest life he and Jette had once cherished. The rooms echoed with emptiness, mirroring the void left by Jette's absence. Regret gnawed at Drew's conscience like a relentless force, and the echoes of his compromised principles reverberated through the opulent surroundings. The wealth he had amassed seemed hollow, a haunting reminder of the sacrifices made for a mirage of success. One evening, as the city lights shimmered in the distance, Drew sank into a plush chair, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on his shoulders. The walls seemed to close in, and the silence of the extravagant penthouse
Confusion gripped Drew's mind as he left Mr. Thornton's office. The words uttered by his boss lingered, casting a veil of uncertainty over the tumultuous thoughts racing within him. As he navigated the familiar corridors, Drew couldn't shake the revelation that Jette had played a role in swaying Mr. Thornton's decision. The puzzle pieces of their fractured relationship seemed to rearrange themselves in his mind. Jette, despite the distance and the wounds inflicted, had advocated for Drew's exclusion from the darker aspects of the project. The revelation struck him with a mixture of gratitude and bewilderment. The love they had once shared, though strained, seemed to manifest in this unexpected plea. The weight of the truth settled upon Drew, and he found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. Jette's actions hinted at a flicker of hope—a testament that, amidst the shadows, the embers of their shared history still glowed. The city lights outside blurred as Drew contemplated th
Dear Wonderful Readers, I am beyond thankful for all the messages you have been sending me. My friends even approached me one time and asked me what happened to a certain chapter... It is because I wasn't able to finish the chapter, they were left imagining what happened to the chapter story. I was so happy then because I know, they are reading my book. If you will check in GoodnovelPlatform, my book has reached 3.4K views for now (with the recent updates). I am telling you, my dear readers, I have not claimed in my entire authoring journey that I am the best. I know to some, I am just an ordinary author aiming for more audience for my book, but what makes me happy is that the number of people reading my book is not a joke. This just proves that I am not that bad of an author, right? Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lup
The Lupine Empire had changed in the decade since Drew’s death. Jette, now acknowledged as the one and only queen of the wilds, ruled with both strength and sorrow. The ashes of Drake’s vampire empire lay scattered across the ancient forest, a testament to her vengeance. But victory had come at a cost—the loss of her love, Drew. Jette’s days were filled with duty and longing. She sought solace in the whispering winds and the moon’s tender gaze. Magdalene, the wise seer, remained her confidante, guiding her through the labyrinth of leadership. The Lupine Empire flourished under Jette’s reign, yet her heart remained heavy. One fateful morning, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold, Jette hurried to her job. She worked among humans now, blending in seamlessly. The world beyond the forest intrigued her—a world of bustling streets, coffee shops, and hurried footsteps. And then it happened—the collision that altered her existence. Jette, her arms laden with books, bumped into a man.
In the heart of the ancient Lupine Empire, where moonlight danced upon silver leaves and wolves roamed as both creatures of the wild and noble beings, tragedy unfolded. Drew, Jette’s beloved husband, had always been a fierce protector of their queendom. His loyalty to Jette and their lupine kin knew no bounds. But darkness crept into their paradise. The immortal vampires, led by the enigmatic Drake, hungered for power and vengeance. They despised the lupines—their mortal enemies—and sought to extinguish their light forever. Drake, with eyes like frozen sapphires, was both beautiful and deadly. His pale skin bore the weight of centuries, and his fangs thirsted for lupine blood. He moved through the shadows, a phantom in the moon’s embrace. His hatred for the lupines ran deep, fueled by ancient grudges and whispered curses. One moonless night, Drake’s spies infiltrated the lupine territory. They slithered through the forest, their breaths silent as death. Their orders were clear: find
In the mystical Lupine Empire, the young lupine, Jette reveled in the beauty of her queendom. The rolling hills, lush forests, and shimmering lakes filled her heart with joy. Jette dreamed of a peaceful realm where lupines coexisted harmoniously. But shadows loomed over the land. An unknown enemy threatened the tranquility Jette longed for. Whispers of danger echoed through the ancient lupine forests. Jette’s curiosity grew, and she sought answers. One moonlit night, she sat by the fire with her wise mother, Magdalene. Magdalene’s eyes held ancient secrets, and her voice carried the weight of generations. She spoke softly, revealing a hidden truth: the lupines’ mortal foe was none other than the immortal vampires dwelling in the wilds. The vampires, creatures of darkness, hungered for lupine blood. Their existence defied time, and their powers were unmatched. Magdalene recounted tales of battles fought, lives lost, and the eternal struggle between lupines and vampires. Jette listen
In the soft glow of a solitary lamp, Jette sat cross-legged on the floor, the old leather-covered book laid out before her. The air in the room seemed charged with anticipation as she traced the intricate patterns on the aged pages. Magdalene's revelations about their lineage and the newfound understanding of her true nature lingered in the shadows.With a deep breath, Jette delved into the contents of the book, her eyes scanning the ancient words. As she moved through the passages, a revelation unfolded—the knowledge of how to gain control over the wolf transformation.The text spoke of a connection between the human spirit and the primal essence of the wolf. It detailed ancient techniques, passed down through generations, on how to harness this connection and guide the transformation. Jette realized that the key lay not in suppressing the wolf within but in understanding and harmonizing with it.As she immersed herself in the wisdom within the pages, a sense of empowerment surged th
The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the walls as Jette explored the confines of Magdalene's house. Though it seemed quaint and inviting, a subtle undercurrent of mystery lingered in the air. Jette's curiosity intensified, leading her to scrutinize every nook and cranny for hidden secrets.As she traced her fingers along the textured wallpaper, Jette noticed an unusual pattern—a slight protrusion near the edge of the room. Intrigued, she pressed against the wall, and to her surprise, it yielded, revealing a concealed door. The hinges creaked as she cautiously pushed it open, revealing a narrow passageway leading to an unknown destination.Stepping into the dimly lit corridor, Jette discovered a secret room bathed in an ethereal blue glow. Ancient symbols adorned the walls, and an array of peculiar objects, from mystical crystals to weathered tomes, filled the space. It felt like stepping into a realm untouched by time, a sanctuary within a sanctuary.In the center of the room
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the ancient woods. As Jette ran, the primal energies within her surged, responding to the untamed call of her Wolfblood heritage. With each stride, a transformation unfolded—a metamorphosis guided by the echoes of the ancient pact that coursed through her veins. Drew, breathless and entranced, followed Jette's trail into the moonlit depths of the forest. The shadows whispered tales of mysteries and magic, and the rhythmic pounding of his heart echoed the urgency of the chase. In a moonlit clearing, the transformation reached its zenith. Jette, surrounded by the ancient energies, underwent a profound change. Her form shifted, fur sprouting like a cascade of snowflakes, her limbs elongating into the sleek contours of a white wolf. The air shimmered with magic as the transformation completed, leaving behind the majestic creature that now stood in the moonlit glade. Drew, emerging from the shadows, beheld the white wolf
As Jette and Drew delved deeper into the old journal, an inexplicable shiver traced its way down Jette's spine. Her fingers grazed the worn cover, and a sudden recognition sparked within her—a distant memory that stirred unease. "Drew, do you remember this book?" Jette asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Drew examined the cover, furrowing his brow in concentration. "It looks familiar, but I can't place where we got it." Jette's gaze fixated on the intricate design—a subtle pattern etched onto the worn leather. It wasn't the content of the journal that unsettled her; it was the uncanny resemblance of the cover to the haunting images from her recurring nightmare—the Book of Curse. In her dreams, the book was a harbinger of ominous events, its pages unfolding a narrative of darkness that seemed to cast a shadow over their lives. The revelation of the old journal mirroring the imagery of her nightmares sent a ripple of disquiet through Jette's thoughts
Confusion gripped Drew's mind as he left Mr. Thornton's office. The words uttered by his boss lingered, casting a veil of uncertainty over the tumultuous thoughts racing within him. As he navigated the familiar corridors, Drew couldn't shake the revelation that Jette had played a role in swaying Mr. Thornton's decision. The puzzle pieces of their fractured relationship seemed to rearrange themselves in his mind. Jette, despite the distance and the wounds inflicted, had advocated for Drew's exclusion from the darker aspects of the project. The revelation struck him with a mixture of gratitude and bewilderment. The love they had once shared, though strained, seemed to manifest in this unexpected plea. The weight of the truth settled upon Drew, and he found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. Jette's actions hinted at a flicker of hope—a testament that, amidst the shadows, the embers of their shared history still glowed. The city lights outside blurred as Drew contemplated th