I ran out of the bathroom and headed to Brian, running as fast as my feet could go, and almost bumping into other customers. “Brian!” I exclaimed when I saw him and ran up to him. “Calm down, Kitty. What’s wrong?” He held my shoulders. I had to let out a few pants. “The texts, the threatening ones that I had said were from Emily, they aren't from her!”“What? Who is it, then?”“I don’t know!” I exclaimed, my forehead crumpling up. “How did you find out it's not Emily?” How could his vice still sound so regular and calm?“I met Emily after receiving another text, and she admitted that she wasn’t the one.”“Can we trust her?”“She sounded genuine. She didn’t even know about our situation.” My hands were starting to shake, so he held them. “Okay, please calm down. We’ll figure out whoever it is.” “What if we don’t?” “We will, I promise.” He stroked my hair. “Please calm down, okay?” As much as his voice was awfully and annoyingly calm, it made my shoulders relax. “Let’s pay for th
My eyelids kept Fluttering, the horrible stench of cigarettes filling my nostrils. However, my body hadn't come back to live yet to reject the smell. "The dude that bought her is crazy." I heard a deep voice say. "Yeah. I mean…she's kind of worth it. If he hadn't placed that stupid clause, I'd have has my share of that—" "Be quiet already. He bought her, she's off the market. Shut up. This is business, not your personal strippers club." One of them hissed, automatically silencing the other voices. A mass of the cigarette fas swift into my nostril, forcing me jerk back to life, coughing my lungs out. "She's awake!" One of them said. Lifting my head, I caught the vision of four hefty men, each in black tuxedo with a name tag I couldn't quite read from where I sat, tied down to a chair in the middle of a basement that was coated in green, manure-looking substances. Three of the men rose from the raggedy splash they had been sitting on and started walking up to me in slow steps. I
~ BRIAN ~ 'Hey, this is Lyric. I'm probably busy right now, so yeah…leave a voice-mail.' Lyric's voice-mail message announced for the umpteenth time, and I proceeded to leave a voicemail: "Come on, Lyric. It's been a week. I'm getting worried. Where are you? You haven't answered my calls or texts. I'm getting really worried and I don't know who to reach out to. I don't know your roommate or anyone you know. Are you mad at me? Did I do anything wrong? Please just let me know." I sent that and texted her again. Scrolling through past messages, I realized they hadn't been delivered to her. My heart felt tight, awfully tight, as I held onto it. What if she's in danger? Where could she be? Multiple thoughts flooded my head. I rose up and paced around my office, pondering on what to do, then I remembered I was a head of this department and could look at her records. Running back to my chair, I opened the student portal and searched her name. It immediately pulled up her student profil
~ LYRIC ~ My stomach grumbled loudly as i watched the platter of fries and burger elegantly displayed before me. My gaze lifted to the huge bearded man standing in front of me, a frown on his face as he held the tray.“What the hell is it with you? Will you eat already?” He gruffed. My stomach grumbled even louder and I shook my head. “I won’t be poisoned.”“The dude that bought you wants you more than anything. We’d be in huge debt if you die, so why the hell would we poison you?” His eyes were starting to get red because he had been cajoling me for what seemed like thirty minutes now, yet I hadn’t agreed. I wasn’t buying such nonsense stories.“I’d rather die of hunger than eat whatever nonsense you feed me.” I spat, panting.He groaned and dropped the plate on the floor. “This whore has gone crazy. Darn it!”The door to the room was opened and we both watched as Blade walked into the huge bedroom that was adorned with all accessories a woman’s room would need. Blade had made them
Loud cheers rang out from the hallway. Students, fleeing from the prom dance floor, ran towards the scene, grinning. Following the footsteps of the cheers, a strange heaviness knotted my gut. My heart was throbbing, daring to rip out of its cage. With slow and heavy steps, I approached the direction of the cheer.What’s going on? I wondered, placing a hand on my chest. My classmates had formed a big circle around something going on then I heard my boyfriend’s voice say: “to the love of my life..” “What the heck?” I pushed through the heaviness of prom dresses, earning groanings and frowns. Then I made my way out and stood at the center. “Will you be my girlfriend and chosen mate?” Roger, my boyfriend, asked a petite blonde (Emily), one knee on the ground as he held a clearly fake diamond ring to her finger. “I promise I can’t live without you.’ “Yes, baby!” She grinned, sliding her finger into the ring.My entire body began to tremble, a loud ringing sound filled my ears. Roger go
SIX YEARS LATERA 20-hour drive from home, a 5-hour shift at the bar, and 3-hours of sleep, yet, I had to catch up with my 8am class.“There was an mail for you. It says it’s important.” Raina, my dorm roommate, announced. My gaze traveled to the mail on the table and these words were written on the envelope in huge, bold fonts: “EXTREMELY IMPORTANT, FROM YOUR UNIVERSITY.” Ripping it open, my eyes scanned through its content: ‘Dear Lyric, This is from the Financial Aid Department. The semester is approaching an end, and your grades have been falling drastically. It has been brought to attention that your records show that you have been missing a lot of class lately. This is a second warning,and you understand that based on your scholarships’ coontracts, if you have a third warning from us, you are at a risk of losing your full-coverage scholarship.Also, please remember that you have to maintain a 3.5 GPA to continue enjoying the benefits of your scholarship for the continuing se
The weekend arrived in a blink of an eye, and I was too broke for an outfit, so Raina had offered my current choice of costume: a skin-tight black, cat, leather, jumpsuit. . It had a pair of black earrings and a black cat ears headband attached to it. Plus, it revealed more of my cleavage than I'd have liked, but since it was all I had, I stuck with it. I had an email from my Economics professor in my online class. “Hey, Class. Do not forget your homework deadline is today. It is the hard due date, so I won't accept any request for extensions. Also, please remember that our exams are coming up on the 1st of November, Monday, so please ensure you are studying for it, as it is worth 30% of your total grades. Goodluck and Happy Halloweens. Dr. Bri–'' I stopped reading.Great, another huge thing I had to remember. My grade was close to a D in that class, so I couldn’t dare to miss this exam, or I could lose all my scholarships. This professor was such a strict, annoying dude. Thank good
***My mind had been racing through my mate. I had moved so far away from the werewolf shenanigans to avoid ever having a mate again, but it went over my head that werewolves could be mated with a human. What stupid trick was destiny playing on me? Most rejected werewolves never have a mate again and die single. That's what I had looked forward to and planned my life in.I had shut my heart to anything that seemed like love, to avoid getting hurt, and now this? “I never asked for a second chance mate!” I yelled at my reflection and resumed angrily brushing my teeth. “Don’t worry, the university is huge. I would most definitely not find him again.” I convinced myself, trying to stop the tightness that had raveled up my gut since last night. Plus, he was human, so in his perspective, a girl he was flirting with just screamed at his face and ran away. If that isn’t crazy, I don't know what else is. Once I was done with my morning rituals, I picked my phone up. There was an email from