Unbelief invaded me completely. I was sure I saw him with amazement and doubt. With interest and fear. Donovan did not even seem aware of what he had said, as if it were the most natural act in the world.
How could I be important for him? I was just one a human, one with a life already quite complicated. But he said he cared … from some strange way, I could not prevent my heart from accelerating. His statement stuck in my mind. I knew that it would take turns and turns, looking for answers.
The voices of the people around me took me out of the trance in which I had submerged myself. I started moving automatically, cleaning the bar with simple and fast movements.
Was I important for him? That question did not stop repeating inside my head. Me? Among all people?
“Why?” I whispered, overwhelmed.
“I already explained it,” he commented casually. “You have the most delicious
I managed routine that did not have much time to think about everything that had happened since he came into my life. I worked day and night. Night and day. My sleep almost disappeared, but the effort would be worthwhile. Justin had promised to use his vacation, a little close, to take a part-time job and help a little. And though I wanted to say no, I could not. Justin saw me every day, ready to faint. Of course he cared about me and it was logical that he would like to help. I could not refuse him if it was his decision, since he was no longer a little boy. The bar was packed. The music was too loud and the pain in my head increased every second. I always had a headache. It was strange, because when Donovan roamed around, I felt intense pain and upset that tormented me since I was a child. Even my nose stopped bleeding for a couple of days. Did it have anything to do
Terrified? To the depths of my soul. My heart began to beat desperately. As if it wanted to flee from my chest and escape to safety. I felt cold, even when I knew it was just my body’s reaction to fear. I raised my hands. I couldn’t let this guy try to shoot inside the house, not when I knew my brothers hadn’t escaped. My mind was racing at a thousand an hour, but I felt frozen in the same place. Could I escape This? I had never seen danger in the eye. That man looked at me with such lust that it made me nauseous. The gun was pointed directly at my head. What could I do? At the slightest movement he would squeeze the trigger. I knew it with the same certainty with which I knew I must do something. My brothers were in danger and I couldn’t see a way out of this unscathed. Justin was hurt. With each passing second, it could get worse. I had to take him to a hospital and seek for help. “I’m sorr
Did I trust him? Well, it was the perfect time to try it. I took a deep breath, trying to keep the waves of panic out of my system. I kept him smile, just before closing my eyes. “Count,” he instructed. One. I heard something move and his warmth left me. Two. A door creaked. Three. A scream shot through the wind. Four. The screaming stopped. Five. I felt something crawl across the floor. Six. Little by little, silence enveloped me. Seven. My hands shook. Eight. Where was Donovan? Nine. My voice broke in fear.
“You haven’t mentioned anything about what I asked you a little while ago,” he reminded me. I knew exactly what he was referring to, even without having to ask him. We were sitting on the porch of the house. The children, after much crying and reassuring words, managed to fall asleep. Donovan helped me clean up the remnants of what happened, tidying up the room and throwing everything broken into the trash. He kept quiet, helping me without complaint. In fact, I didn’t even ask for it. Seeing me pick up all the mess from the room, he just silently joined in. “You have a lot to explain to me,” I changed the subject. He nodded in agreement. The night was peaceful. As if everything I had experienced hours before had just been a bad dream. The stars twinkled in the sky, while the moon was the protagonist of the story. Would this leave traumas on my si
“I can’t do that,” I flatly denied. “Even if what you say is true, I cannot assassinate him.” It is one thing for him to be a damn unhappy and quite another for his life to be in my hands. I was just a teenager, however adult I wanted to show myself. I was not a murderer, nor a callous being. Yes, my father betrayed us in the worst possible way, but he was still the man who gave me life, the person who stayed with me every time I was sick, the one who secretly took me to eat ice cream from my mother. Parents are not usually perfect. In fact, very few lucky ones could say that their parents, both of them, had been good to them. It was normal to be wrong, since there is no manual for raising children. I was not a mother, but after all these years taking care of my siblings, I could see how easy it was to fail and how difficult it was to patch up our mistakes. That did not imply that I would for
As ugly and dark as the scene was, I knew the sun would rise tomorrow. And everything would change perspective. I woke up to Justin’s first groan. I walked over to his bed, careful not to wake the children. He opened his eyes when I was checking his temperature. At first he looked around in panic, as if he couldn’t quite wake up. “Juliet?” he asked, alarmed. He hadn’t even seen me. In fact, he called my name out of habit, not because he knew I was next to him. “Here I am.” I took her hand, feeling his trembling hands. “The children …” “They’re fine, they’re by your side.” “I’m sorry.” He began to cry softly, repeating those words over and over again. “No, I’m sorry. I was far away, sorry.” I cried next to him, silently. My little brother was
My first reaction was to freeze. Had Donovan done something to my father? I didn't know how to feel about it, however, after a few seconds, I decided that I didn't care as much as I should. After all, it was about the man who betrayed us. Then I'd take the time to talk to Donovan about what I could and couldn't do, but right now, it wasn't my biggest concern. I had enough with all the chaos that flooded my home. The kids were being a bit rambunctious. It seems that they had too much energy and could not find how to drain it. On days like this, I used to take them to the park so they could run around the place freely. The house was too small, so they had nowhere to go. Justin was one of those guys who couldn't bear to rest. Even when I begged him, he insisted on being all over the house. He even cleaned the bathroom. As the hours passed, he began to feel better. In fact, he only had a few traces of his bruises, whic
"Werewolves think they have their souls split in two," he began to explain slowly., “Arriving at a certain age, they feel where that other half is and they complement each other. They feel what the other feels, they can perceive if they are in danger and many other kitsch. The little creature and the dog are the smoothest couple on earth.” “Little creature?" I felt a pinch on my chest, something like ... jealousy? Was I jealous? Why? Yes, I thought he was calling me little creature as something personal. I never believed that there would be another girl with that nickname. Or did he say that way to all women? "Yes. It's Estelle," he answered without noticing my reaction. “She is a strange girl. You will like her.” “Oh, yeah?” “Well, to what I was saying, each species has something similar to that. A fated match, to put it that way. We vampires can
It was a bit tense at first, but things just started flowing.Seeing my siblings happy was priceless. Julia kept smiling, quickly feeling confident. I greeted all the vampires we came across. At first they were uncool, but as the days passed, they noticed that I was just a very sweet girl, so they let their guard down with me.Jake, on the other hand, was always suspicious. He didn’t like it when vampires got too close to us, like he had some kind of sixth sense. He didn’t mind Donovan or Marilyn, but he did get on Camille’s nerves. He couldn’t even stand being in the same room with her.And Justin… Well, he was pleased to hear that I would be back at school. He even promised to help me with my homework if I needed it, which was adorable. He didn’t know that in my time I was
She took my arm without me being able to say anything about it. I signaled to my brother that I would be fine, or so I hoped. I didn't think she was stupid enough to attack me right under Donovan's nose. At least that's what I wanted to think. "Have they shown you the room yet?" she asked with feigned friendliness. “No.” "Well, let's go there." She dragged me all over the place. The castle was much bigger than I thought, especially when I saw the huge hall. I assumed that important meetings between vampires were held here. It was a lovely place, with great lighting and large windows looking out onto the garden. The ceilings were incredibly high, while the decoration leaned towards a gothic style that gave the place a certain charm. And right at the end, I could see something that left me transfixed. Two thrones. "You see, Ju
"An academy for people with special powers," I muttered, backing away from Donovan and Gabriel. Seeing the magic had shocked me. That boy, Gabriel, seemed like someone important. Hadn't he mentioned that he was the next leader of something? I frowned just thinking about it. I did not understand anything that was happening around me. And he wanted to send us to an academy for people with special powers. And what the hell did that mean? Was it some kind of reform school for troubled kids? Who thought of it? Of course we'd be in trouble! We did not belong to that place. I looked carefully at the four bracelets. They were beautiful, with a small chain that shone in silver, joined by a circle, inside which they had hundreds of lines, making the shape of a star. Easy to hide. My brothers wouldn't suspect the bracelet, but it was a magic detector. They were made to detect magic around us and send ou
Donovan. She walked through the doors, hesitating, looking at everything around her. Her gaze fell on Gabriel, who was studying her in turn. I felt an uncomfortable sensation in my chest, related to jealousy. But I wasn’t jealous of the warlock. Was I? Nah, someone like me could never feel insecure. Juliet was mine, so the mother moon decided. And a warlock would never be a match for me. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company. I can come back later,” she murmured. “Come closer, little creature.” “Little creature?” He looked confused. “Is that what you call all your conquests?” Juliet raised an eyebrow. She looked an
Donovan.Letting Juliet sleep was a bit of a hassle for me. After all, vampires didn’t sleep. I was nervous about having her here in my home. I grew up in this castle and everyone who lived here was loyal to me, however, that did not calm my anxiety.“Sir.” The maid bowed, she was short with dark hair. I was nervous about what she would have to tell me. “Your guest rooms are empty.” I was in my office. I was expecting a visitor, so I hadn’t moved from my spot. Only people could interrupt me when I was here, with a few exceptions. Like the one where my guests disappeared from their rooms. “Hey. How empty?” I asked, feeling concern wash over me. I had chosen this castle because I trusted every one o
“Yeah, well,” I agreed. “This way,” Donovan pointed out, pointing to doors on the sides of the stairs. “There is the dining room and the kitchen. After you take a break, I will ask the service to cook you a good breakfast. If anyone gets hungry in the meantime, they are free to stop by whenever they want.” It wouldn’t be easy to keep those kids out of the kitchen, I thought for a second. “And on this side is the living room. Dances, banquets and more are offered there.” He pointed out. “The first floor has access to everything you might need, so don’t hesitate to come here. Now, I’ll show you their rooms and then give you a tour of the place.” Bedrooms? Did he say rooms? In plural? I wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but we followed him up the stairs. We went up to the third floor, as elegant as everything in the place. Even trying to show off a rustic charm, elegance w
The journey was slow and tedious. The minutes felt like hours, while the hours felt like days. I can’t deny that giving the brats mobile devices didn’t help, on the contrary, it made the nightmare just a bad dream. There was only forest to be seen everywhere. My siblings got distracted by the phones Donovan got them. Jake and Julia watched a movie together, while Justin reviewed each app carefully and curiously. I, on the other hand, refused to touch it. I didn’t want to use something that Donovan bought without my consent. I didn’t feel overly communicative. Everyone in the car noticed. Luckily for me, my siblings knew it was best not to get too upset when I was that way. Even Jake and Julia, who were so awful that there was no way to stop them, were silent, watching their animated movie. We took a few stops to go to the bathroom and another to dine on the sandwiches that Justin had been in charge of making. My st
Donovan kissed me. Fear and shock left me paralyzed for a few seconds. But Donovan didn’t stop. He pulled me closer to him, his hands gripping my waist tightly and that brought me back to reality. I reciprocated his kiss, because there was no human way to refuse a kiss from Donovan Vladimir San Victores. I felt a little pain in my lower lip and realized that he had bitten me. I wasn’t sure if he did it intentionally or not, but I wasn’t going to sit idly by. I nibbled at his, hearing him growl in approval. His hands ran down my back, while mine began to play with his hair. The more time passed, the kiss became more wild and passionate. “You are mine, Juliet. So forget about Romeos.” “Don’t worry,” I replied, agitated. “I never expected one.” I moaned softly when he kissed me again, much m
Donovan.I took the necessary documents with me. I knew he didn’t really need them, but it was better to do things legally. In addition, I knew exactly who to contact to expedite the procedures.I left high school, a little upset. I didn’t like thinking about all the work my girl had to do. And much less seeing that she had people who could help.And they did not.I asked the phone in the truck.“Who’s speaking?” I heard a shrill voice ask.“The boy of your dreams,” I replied.“Donovan.” Estelle smiled, even though I coul