Mia always knew that her life wasn't normal. At seventeen, all she wanted was stability, friends and an ordinary routine. But her reality was quite different. From time to time, her mother and grandparents forced her to abandon everything and run away, claiming that “bad men” had found them. This made Mia the odd girl out at every school she went to, always out of place, with no answers to the questions that plagued her. As if that wasn't enough, Mia suffered from mysterious seizures, unbearable pain that no one seemed to want to explain. Her mother, Elisa, refused to take her to hospital, hiding secrets that Mia was never able to uncover. But everything changes drastically when her grandparents die in strange circumstances and a violent crisis almost destroys her. Desperate, Elisa decides it's time to change their lives forever and takes Mia to Forks, the small town where, according to her, Mia's father lives - the only one capable of helping her. There, Mia discovers that she was never just a human. And worse: she discovers Nolan, the most dangerous bad boy in town... and her partner. But there's a problem: Nolan doesn't want her. To him, Mia is just a fragile, unwanted half-human. The problem? He wants her - but only in bed. Between intrigues, secrets and a destiny that seems to conspire against them both, Mia and Nolan find themselves trapped in a dangerous game of desire and rejection. In the end, the question that remains is: will love and attraction be stronger than prejudice and anger? Or will they end up hating each other forever?
Lihat lebih banyakNight fell heavily on the small town in the Colorado countryside. The cold wind whispered between the deserted streets, where only a few streetlamps struggled against the darkness, casting wavering shadows on the facades of the old wooden houses. The clock on the church tower ticked over two in the morning, and the town seemed plunged into a deep, undisturbed sleep.
On the edge of town, a remote house, almost swallowed up by the forest, stood in silence. The windows were dark, except for a single room where the pale light of the moon came in shyly through the ajar curtain. There, in the middle of a hand-carved wooden cradle, a little girl with snow-white hair slept peacefully. Her serene face contrasted with the restless night outside. She was only three years old and her name was Mia.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered. The bedroom door burst open with a bang and a woman rushed in, her face filled with urgency. Elisa, Mia's mother, moved with desperation, her eyes scanning the room for anything she could carry. Right behind her came her parents, João and Tereza, carrying half-open backpacks into which they had hastily stuffed clothes and belongings.
Elisa opened drawers and cupboards, pulled out everything she could find of Mia's and threw it into the backpacks. João and Tereza helped, picking up small shoes, dolls and blankets while the house seemed to vibrate with haste and fear. Time was the enemy, and they knew they only had seconds before everything collapsed on them.
When everything that could be taken was packed, Elisa ran to the crib and scooped Mia up in her arms. The little girl mumbled, her eyes blinking sleepily as she snuggled into her mother's lap.
“Xii, child... we have to go,” whispered Elisa, trying to calm her down. “The bad men have found us. We need to go now.”
João closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and then, in a voice full of tension, said:
“Come on, Elisa! Make her be quiet or we'll be dead.”
Elisa squeezed Mia against her, feeling the little girl's heart beating against her chest. She looked up at her father and, even with fear etched in every line of her face, replied:
“It's going to be okay, Dad.”
Without looking back, holding tightly onto the hand of her mother, Tereza, Elisa left the room with Mia in her arms. Everything that didn't fit in the backpacks was abandoned. The little house that had once been a home was now just a place condemned to darkness, one more memory left behind in the incessant flight.
As soon as they passed the bedroom door, Mia wriggled restlessly in her mother's arms. Her little eyes opened wide, revealing an intense green hue, frightened and wet with tears. Then she saw something that made her throw her arms back, whimpering with despair.
“Triad... Triad...” she murmured, her voice trembling as she cried.
Elisa knew what her daughter wanted. The little white stuffed wolf, who always slept next to her in the cradle, had been left behind. Mia's gaze was fixed on him, abandoned between the sheets, and she struggled in her mother's arms, trying to reach her little stuffed friend.
“Mia, please...” whispered Elisa, holding her tighter as the little girl sobbed. ”We can't go back. We have to go.”
Mia buried her face in her mother's neck, still crying softly, but there was no time to calm her down. João opened the door of the house with a strong push, revealing the darkness outside. The sharp wind brought the smell of the damp forest, mixed with the bitter feeling of farewell. The starry sky seemed indifferent to their despair.
The old pick-up truck, with its paintwork peeling and its headlights off, was waiting for them in the driveway. João ran first, opened the door and helped Tereza up. Elisa ran right behind, holding Mia tightly against her chest, trying to protect her from the cold that seemed to want to swallow everything around them. As soon as they got into the truck, João started the engine. The roar of the engine filled the early morning silence like an ominous roar. They were getting away, but where? Elisa didn't know. All she knew was that she needed to keep Mia safe.
The city lights began to fade in the rearview mirror as the pickup sped down the deserted road. Elisa looked back, watching the house become a small silhouette on the horizon, until it disappeared altogether. That city, that state, were no longer theirs. Once again, they had to start again. Once again, they had to abandon everything.
The silence inside the car was almost as heavy as the night outside. Mia's crying had subsided to small, spaced-out sobs, and her little head rested against her mother's shoulder. Elisa ran her hand through her daughter's hair, wishing she could comfort her.
João looked in the rear-view mirror, his face hardened with worry.
“We have to drive until dawn and avoid the main roads. They could be looking for us right now.”
Tereza nodded, clasping her trembling hands in her lap.
“Where are we going, João? We can't just go on without a destination.”
João kept his eyes on the road.
“We're going south. To New Mexico, maybe. We need to disappear for a while.”
Elisa closed her eyes, exhausted. Every thump of the engine felt like a reminder that their lives would never be peaceful. But as long as Mia was there, warm and safe in her arms, she found the strength to keep going.
And so, the truck drove off into the unknown, carrying a family broken by fear but united by the need to survive.
Minutes after the truck disappeared down the road, silence once again dominated the abandoned house. The moon, high in the sky, cast a cold, pale light on the now empty wooden walls. The night seemed unchanging, but then the air around the house changed. A dark presence made itself felt, and in the next instant, shadows moved with superhuman speed.
The first to cross the threshold were three slender figures, their red eyes glowing in the darkness. Their fangs flashed when the leader of the group - a man with pale skin and short, dark hair - frowned and sniffed the air.
“They weren't here long,” he growled, his eyes scanning his surroundings.
Another vampire, shorter and with a cruel expression, kicked one of the drawers that had been left ajar. Children's objects fell to the floor, scattering across the wooden floor. He crouched down and picked up a small piece of clothing, squeezing it between his fingers.
“It's still warm... we almost got them.”
The leader, frustrated, punched the wall hard enough to leave cracks in the wood.
“Damn! We're too late!”
The other vampires began to rummage around, looking for any clue, any evidence that might help them track down the fugitive family. But before they could continue, a sound came from outside the house.
Twigs snapped in the dense forest, and a deep growl filled the air. The vampires turned at the same time, their heightened senses picking up on the impending danger. Glowing eyes began to appear between the trees, and then they emerged.
Wolves.
Gigantic, imposing, moving with deadly precision. Their sharp fangs glistened in the moonlight, and their golden and silver eyes were fixed on the invaders. Ahead of the group, a colossal black wolf advanced, its fur bristling with pure hatred. It growled, a low, menacing sound that reverberated through the night.
The vampires responded with hisses, curving their bodies into attack positions. The air became charged, the moment of silence just a brief lull before the storm.
And then chaos erupted.
The black wolf leapt first, launching itself at the vampire leader with brutal force. Its claws tore into the cold flesh of the enemy, who screamed in fury and pain. In response, the other vampires attacked, but were immediately confronted by the pack.
The wolves advanced like furious shadows, leaping and biting, their fangs penetrating the vampires' bodies. Screams echoed in the night, mixed with roars and growls. The ground became a battlefield, a maelstrom of blood, dust and falling bodies.
The vampires fought fiercely, their claws tearing at the wolves' flanks, but they were outnumbered. The wolves were numerous, powerful, and moved with an ancient fury. The vampire leader tried to retreat, his red eyes blazing with hatred, but the black wolf charged again, this time digging its jaws into his throat.
A snap echoed, and the vampire fell dead.
The rest of the vampires, realizing that the fight was lost, tried to flee into the forest, but the wolves wouldn't let them. One by one, they were hunted down and slaughtered, their bodies falling lifeless to the blood-stained ground.
When the battle finally ended, only the wolves remained, breathing heavily, their eyes still glowing with ferocity. The black wolf stepped forward, sniffed the air and raised its head to the moon, letting out a long howl of triumph and mourning.
The night became calm again. The wind blew gently, carrying with it the metallic smell of blood.
And the fleeing family, now miles away, had no idea what had happened in the house they had left behind.
When Mia opened her eyes, it took her a few seconds to understand where she was. The high, white ceiling was unlike anything she had ever known. The bed was gigantic, soft, and the Egyptian cotton sheets caressed her skin like a gentle breeze. As he tried to move, he noticed that his right leg was bandaged, but curiously, it no longer hurt.Carefully, he sat down on the king-size bed, allowing himself to look around more carefully. The room was a spectacle of elegance and serenity: neutral tones dominated the room, including whites, beiges and subtle touches of gold. The translucent curtains swayed gently in the morning wind, and the light wood furniture was impeccably finished. Everything there looked like it had come out of a decorating magazine.Curious, Mia stood up and began to explore the room. When she opened one of the doors discreetly built into the wall, she stumbled upon a huge closet - so big that it could easily fit all the furniture in her old bedroom. She laughed to he
The silence between father and daughter still hung thick in the air, even after the hug. It was as if they were both digesting something sacred, almost unreal. Owen kept his arms around Mia, as if the simple act of releasing her could make her disappear. Mia, for her part, leaned her cheek against his chest, listening to the sound of her father's heart - a sound that somehow now seemed familiar.It was at that moment that Elisa took a step forward.Her throat tightened. Her eyes shone with contained emotion, and her hand rested gently on her chest as if to stop her heart from exploding.“Owen, I...”She stopped. The name had come out hesitantly, broken by the weight of the past. By everything that had yet to be said. Her eyes then slid from Owen to Mia. Mia was now watching her with a mixture of curiosity and alertness. Elisa took a deep breath and decided to speak directly to her daughter.“Mia, I wanted you to know that I'm sorry. Really sorry. I know you matter. That you always hav
Owen was standing on the threshold of the back door, his eyes fixed on Elisa. There was a storm of emotion in that gaze, an intensity that couldn't be disguised even by the firm expression he tried to maintain. Mia realized it immediately. It wasn't just anger or surprise. It was something much deeper and more complicated.She saw pain.She saw anger.She saw longing.And, above all, she saw love.“Wow... he still loves Mom,” thought Mia, surprised by the clarity of that realization.She turned her face slowly to look at Elisa and realized, with a squeezed heart, that her mother was completely caught in Owen's gaze. As if the years had evaporated and she was once again a passionate, vulnerable young woman. That expression on Elisa's face was of someone who still carried a deep, hidden love, perhaps denied for too long.Mia snorted internally.“So much for my hopes of him kicking us back home,” she thought bitterly. She knew she was being sarcastic, but she couldn't be any different in
Mia stared out of the car window, her hands sweating and her stomach churning. An insistent little voice whispered in her mind, almost inaudible, but persistent: What if it's all true? That place lost on the map, that hostile woman who seemed to sniff out secrets, the way everyone silently obeyed - it all seemed like something out of a nightmare, or worse, a fantastic tale that had decided to take on a life of its own.Startled, she turned around and pulled her backpack from the back seat. She unzipped it with trembling hands and rummaged around inside until she found a small silver tube. It was the pepper spray her grandfather had given her before a school trip. At the time, Mia had thought it was overkill, but now... now she swore she would empty the entire contents into the eyes of the first person who came too close to her neck. None of it made sense, and the less sense it made, the more dangerous it seemed.Elisa drove in silence along the little road surrounded by tall pine tree
The stop in front of the store had left a thick tension in the air, like electricity about to explode into sparks. Mia was still trying to understand what the boys had said about Owen being an “ex-alpha”, but there was no time to process it. The store door swung open violently, and a woman emerged like a contained storm. Her face was closed, her eyes hard and her gait determined.The children who were still there stopped playing at the same moment. The woman didn't even have to say anything. One look - firm, authoritative, almost animalistic - and the boys lowered their heads and ran into the store. It was as if they had communicated without making a sound. The scene made Mia uncomfortable. As if everyone there was playing a game whose rules she didn't know.The woman walked to the car with firm steps and a steady gaze. When her eyes met Elisa's, a smile appeared on her lips, but it was a thin, fragile mask. Soon, the smile began to fade, as if something was eating her up inside. The
When Elisa made the sharp turn, the car skidded slightly on the dirt road, raising a small cloud of dust that dispersed into the warm morning air. Mia, who was leaning against the window glass, straightened up abruptly in her seat, her heart racing in her chest. But before she could protest at the sudden maneuver, her eyes widened.In front of them, as if it had emerged from the very heart of the forest, a charmingly strange little town appeared. It was as if someone had watched all the old movies about the American countryside and decided to build a perfect setting based on them. The houses were small, painted in pastel colors, and practically identical to each other, varying only in the smallest details - a longer porch, a door with an arched window, a taller white picket fence.The streets were perfectly paved, flanked by trees whose branches swayed gently in the wind, as if discreetly greeting the newcomers. The lawns of each house looked carefully trimmed, a vibrant green that co
Elisa had been driving non-stop all night, her red eyes fixed on the dark, deserted road that seemed to stretch endlessly before them. Mia, in the back seat, watched her mother's tense silhouette, her hands gripping the steering wheel as if she were squeezing it in anger. The tension inside the car was suffocating. The radio was off, so the only sound was that of the engine, apart from the wind that beat against the windows.As the sky began to lighten with the sunrise, Elisa finally turned the car towards a roadside motel with a worn façade and an erratically flashing sign.“We'll rest here for a few hours. Don't talk to anyone. And give me your cell phone.”“Oh, Mom, not again...”“Give it to me. Now.”Mia huffed, but handed over the device. Elisa held the phone, blocking the screen with nervous fingers. The look on Mia's face was pure frustration.“You're not going to talk to anyone about where we're going. Do you understand?”“Not even Amy? Not even Liam?”Elisa hesitated. For a s
Elisa freaked out.There was no other word for it. Mia barely had time to complete her disbelieving laugh when her mother exploded. She suddenly stood up from her chair, her eyes wide and full of fury, her face red, her hands shaking as if they could barely contain what wanted to come out of her.“It's true!” she shouted, with an intensity that made Mia shut up on the spot. “Everything I've told you is true, Mia, and you're going with me whether you like it or not!”Mia recoiled instinctively. She had never seen Elisa so out of control, not even during the worst changes, not even in the worst moments of paranoia. There was something else there - something desperate, wild, almost irrational.“If when you get there you see that I was lying,” Elisa continued, her voice trembling with emotion, ”if it's all just my imagination as you think, I'll bring you back myself. I promise. I swear.”Mia blinked, swallowing. That had hit her hard. If there was one thing she had learned from a very you
Mia's small room seemed to shrink with every step she took. The narrow walls, the low ceiling and the few pieces of furniture seemed to compress the air, making it dense and difficult to breathe. Anger and sadness mixed in her chest like a gale. She couldn't stop thinking about her grandparents, the last time she saw them - smiling, waving out of the car window, as if everything was perfectly normal.“Dead,” she thought, trying to make sense of the word. “My grandparents are dead.”But something was wrong. Very wrong.She wanted to ask her mother what exactly had happened, how, when, why. And the more she thought about it, the stranger it all seemed to her. The rush, the slap, her mother's almost crazed urgency, the outburst. It was as if the world had suddenly collapsed - and she hadn't even had time to say goodbye to anyone.The truth was that Mia didn't want to leave. Not like that. Not without understanding. And, above all, she didn't want to continue living in the shadow of her m
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
Komen