“What do you mean by Adam is here?” My incredulity rang loud in my question, so much so that my thoughts on the long white hair strand were forgotten. I stood up from the bed then, and started pacing wildly in my room, not understanding why Adam was like a leech that refused to get away. Was he that desperate for my pussy? Well, wouldn’t that be the same tactic which he had employed before? Show enough desperation to bed the girl. He had expected me to fall into the trap when he had mentioned the cave, thinking I was a different girl. Too bad for him. His desperation wasn't going to thaw the ice. If anything, it was making me annoyed, and more revengeful. “He has been here for the past thirty minutes. Mother had tried sending him away, knowing from your attitude in the party, that you don’t have a good relationship with him. But he has been persistent. And not even Dad threatening thunder and brimstone, and I vowing to cut his balls had managed to fend him off. Dude is determin
I was the only reason he was here?I chuckled, then stopped short when I saw the myriad of emotions in his eyes, the story in them, the seemingly want in them for me.He generally looked like a puppy panting after his master for a tap on the head. He looked at me like I was a drop of water needed by a traveler in the dry sandy desert.But I knew Adam. I knew what he had done.As I stared at him, my mind reeled off his deeds again—not that I ever forgot his inhumane acts— and my hands clenched into tight fists, as I struggled to hold back the urge to slap him. The anger bubbling inside me threatened to overflow, but I forced myself to remain composed, to keep my emotions in check.What was Adam’s plan? How could he look so serene, so calm, while talking to me as if nothing had happened? It was infuriating. If I didn't know what he had done, if I hadn't discovered the truth about his betrayal, I might have fallen for his facade once again. I might have been drawn back into his web of
“Sorry about that, I was just on a roll. Let me tell you the full story.” Adam whispered, turning to me, and I cringed. His whisper wasn’t good for me, and there wasn’t much space on the hay to make enough distance between us. Price to pay for a confession. Should be worth it please. “As I mentioned before. I bullied Maya. Me and my brothers. And as I mentioned before, she didn’t have the wolf gene, so she was the butt of jokes to a lot of the people in the pack. It had continued for more than a year without my father knowing, or rather without any report being made boldly to him, until a particular day.”A pause.“She had been bullied in the school’s cafeteria, and her friend, Naomi—the only one that she had deemed worthy to speak with in our pack—had made the report to the principal who oversaw the running of the school’s activities…”Adam chuckled drily. Most likely remembering the episode that wasn’t at all funny to me.“Naomi was adamant for justice to be gotten for Maya, prob
My breath hitched in my throat when Adam stopped at my words, and turned to face me. But not just his face now, but his entire frame; his rib area was on the hay, and his body was at a 180 degree angle. His eyes were full of emotions that were not healthy to my heart. “Why did you turn? I think you should return to your former position.” I met his gaze head on, aware that any slight movement I indulged would sell me off—that I was affected by him. If my words hadn’t revealed that much already.“Do I make you uncomfortable, Dora?” Adam’s eyes perused the contours of my face as if commiting the edges of my face—or rather mask—to memory, though I noticed that his gaze lingered the most on my lips when his eyes caught them. “Yes, you make me uncomfortable, Adam. I don’t like you, your brothers included. You all have this negative aura. Are you going to continue the story or not?” He huffed then, and turned away from me, returning to his former position. Thank the goddess. “Would y
Adam's hands on my waist, before I could move away from him, sent a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through me. I wanted to push him away, to scream at him for what he had done, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the familiar warmth that spread through my body at his touch. It had been so long since I had felt his hands on me, and a part of me had missed it, had craved it, despite everything.At the party, I had been on drugs, a drug that had heightened my anger, and control over my emotions. But now, at this moment, when Adam’s explanations were contraindicating to mine, I was confused.As his lips brushed against my neck in a soft kiss, I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. It was like stepping back in time, to a time when things were simpler, when I still believed in us. But reality came crashing back as I remembered the pain and betrayal he had caused me.Should I deny myself this moment of weakness? Should I deny the part of me that still longed for him, that still
First day at a witches’ community school. What outfit should I go with? I wondered, as my eyes perused the three options that laid flat on my bed. My right knuckles under my jaw, I let my mind conjure up what Naomi would choose if she was here with me. Well, first of all, she would be happy about my wardrobe upskill. She would be glad that I had at least taken a hint from her before disappearing on her. I sighed, and sat on the stool in only my undergarments. Diana was already off to school. I still didn’t understand how their school works—letting children in around six am. Laura explained it’s more of magic, than the worldly stuff we learn in a normal school. Well I had to ask if I should expect the same at the one I was heading to. Her perceptive nod had thrown me in a frenzy. Yes, they had mentioned that I had a magic gene in me—probably why the wolf gene had been absent—but I didn’t believe it. I have seen nothing special about me, except that which I had stolen from Adam
As I stood outside the school, taking in the sight of the old, stone buildings and towering spires, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The school looked like something out of a fairy tale, with its ancient architecture and mysterious aura. It reminded me of Hogwarts in the Harry Potter series. Quite large for a small community if I must say, unless they accepted intakes from other communities. As a matter of fact, I think they do. I can remember Peter saying distinctively last night that the school was one of the best in the witches society, or realm. Whichever. The walls of the buildings were weathered and worn, covered in ivy and moss that gave them a magical, otherworldly appearance. The windows were tall and narrow, like something you might see in a castle, and the doors were carved from solid wood, with intricate designs that hinted at the school's long history.Despite the grandeur of the buildings, there was also a sense of familiarity to them, like I had be
“You don’t look surprised. I’m not sure if I should be happy or wary about that. But you most certainly have Laura’s cool temperance.”A slight pause.“My daughter was around at the ball scheduled for the celebration of the union between the community and the wolf packs. She mentioned that you had challenged the temperance of the king…whatever that means. I hadn’t been available—hadn’t seen the need for it.” Ohoo! Another person that didn’t like the pack. I still maintained the cool demeanor though. It was the common denominator in Laura, Peter and Diana’s advice—don’t be easily triggered. And then I relaxed further into the chair, holding back the smile that threatened to break on my lips when the principal piqued an eyebrow. He was a middle aged man, the same age as Peter, I believed. Blonde hair, stylishly kept as if he was still looking for a bride; and his scent was like the whistle pine. Not bad. “Did my indifference to the packs create some sort of camaraderie between us,
The fight was against ourselves. Since we were just eight contestants, we were paired against each other in a duel. But the announcer had picked out rumpled papers in a bowl to know who we would be contesting against. For my first time, I was selected to duel with the senior that had bothered to speak with me after my victory in the magic prowess session. We were both surprised to be fighting each other, but we had no choice but to advance to the field when our names were called by Professor Zokel. We had been the last in the list too. The others had fought, and now there were only three females moving to the final; three and whoever would win this duel that was about to happen. “I had never imagined to be pitted against you, Dora. But I will make it quick. You have outlasted than we all had gambled for, a feat, but it comes to stop now.” I nodded slowly, not knowing what to say. The seniors had gambled on my position in the contest? Did anyone gamble for my win? “Did anyone gambl
Standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by the never ending, echoing applause and cheers of the people, I felt a rush of emotions surge through me. The silence that had enveloped the arena moments ago, as I wielded my magical powers, was now replaced by this overwhelming cacophony of approval. It was surreal, almost like a dream I never dared to dream.I turned towards my family, their voices rising above the rest, shouting my name with unabashed pride. They had been there from the beginning, believing in me even when I doubted myself. Then I saw Adam. He was sitting two bleachers behind his family. And his smile stood out—bright and wide, his eyes shimmering with a mix of admiration and wonder. I couldn't help but touch the scarf he had given me, a talisman of his support and friendship.Friendship? We will see about that. I wondered if he had confided in his brothers about the change of the status quo. I didn’t think so.Bowing graciously to the audience, I savored the m
As I stood in the midst of the expansive field, chosen for the competition for its grandeur and open skies, doubt crept into my mind like tendrils of mist on a cool morning. My earlier dose of courage had evaporated.The memory of Rachel’s captivating rain dance rather haunted me. The way she effortlessly commanded the elements, enthralling every eye and heart in the audience. Could I match that? Did I have what it takes? I could. And I did. But what do I create? The judges were still talking animatedly about Rachel’s magical display. How do I get their attention?I clenched my fists, trying to dispel the doubts that threatened to paralyze me. "You are capable, Maya," I whispered to myself, my voice almost lost in the rustling of the wind through the tall grass. I needed to win this competition, not just for myself but for my family, and for my pride. A movement caught my eye, and I turned to see her – Rachel with that infuriating smirk playing on her lips. She knew she had the upper
I inhaled deeply, as I watched Laura make inquiries about the position of my name on the competition list. Today was Friday; the last day of the contest. And the contest slotted for today was the one of physical strength and magic prowess. The academic quality of the contest had been calculated between Monday and yesterday. The result was shown yesterday too. I had come out sixth. Well, I hadn't expected to come out in the top ten, because I had just started with them a few weeks ago. Luckily for me, it turned out they had checked academic potentials too; and seeing as my class works were all straight As, it had been enough for them. Rachel was first. I would have pushed it to the Queen playing at favoritism, but then Rachel was brilliant. That was one thing she got right at least, and I couldn't fault her in that. She was top of the class, and her brother wasn't far behind. Her knack for answering every question thrown at her also erased the notion that her mother must have shown
As I walked away from Adam, my mind spun with confusion and frustration. However, I hadn't gone far when his strong grip closed around my arm, pulling me back into his embrace. My heart pounded erratically, torn between the comfort of his touch and the turmoil within me."You're doing a stupid thing," I muttered, trying to pull away, but he held me firmly. His eyes searched mine, pleading for understanding.“I know you mentioned that your hatred stemmed from the wicked activities of my brothers and I. And even though I have no recollection of what you were talking about, the past twenty minutes has shown that we can be friends. We can be much more. I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling the tension between us.”I shook my head in denial. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Adam.”Adam piqued an eyebrow, and enclosed me in his arms. There was no distance between our lips. “You promised not to touch, unless I asked…” I grasped for the last straw left, sighing in relief when his ha
Staying close to Adam on the tree, I couldn't help but breathe in his scent. It was intoxicating, making my head swim. I fought against the urge to press my lips to his neck; the desire was strong, but I knew I had to maintain control. I also knew that we couldn't just be friends; not with this much tension between us. I sensed Adam's heart racing, even though he tried to hide it, to still it. His feelings for me were undeniable. He was feeling the same way I was feeling.Then, he made it worse, by swerving to look at me. His words which had been on the tip of his tongue—for he had turned to speak to me—got lost entirely. He just stared at me, stared at my lips intensely. And when he moved tentatively to close the distance between our lips, I gave no indication that I wanted out. Well, because I wanted in… But then the Queen came into the clearing, catching my attention. So, instead of sinking into the goodness that was Adam, I drew myself away from the romantic suspense, and point
"Congratulations Dora. You really did well tonight." I shook a hand.“Congratulations Dora. I hope you win.” I shook another hand.“Congratulations Pretty Dora.” I maintained the bland smile on my lips, and shook another hand.“Congratulations Dora. Don’t let them push you down! You hear?” I nodded at the more than hundredth person that had met and shook hands with me. My hands were getting sore and sweaty now.Couldn’t they settle for waves? I wondered, gesturing at Diana with my eye, that she extricated me from the seat where I had been asked to stay in, to shake hands with those who were pleased with my success. There were so many unfamiliar faces I had to shelve into a part of my memory for remembrance. No member of the Queen's family had come to congratulate me, however, not even Raul. I wasn't sure how to feel about his choice. I had thought he would have a better understanding. Seemed he was one that kept grudges. He should keep up with that. I might blow his head off should h
It was a crazy deduction to make, not minding that the fact was staring at me from the mirror. I looked like the first Queen, from the color of my eyes to the angular line of my face. Could it be that…? "Dora! Oh my goodness! What did you do? How did you…" Laura spoke finally, finding her voice; her words dragging my attention to her. When I turned from the mirror, she was in front of me. She checked out in awe, the studs on my gown, the effervescence of golden light that surrounded me; I had thought I was the only seeing it, but it was seen by my family. My significant other had really outdone herself. 'You should tell me your name already…' I couldn't keep addressing her as my 'other.' 'Call me El, then.' El? What manner of name was that? It sounded like something that just fell from her mouth at that moment. But El was better than 'other.' 'Okay, El. Thank you.' "Dora, you look otherworldly." Diana spoke next, her eyes shining with amazement. Slowly, she made her way to me,
Today was for the beauty contest. The contest for physical beauty. I was currently in one of the back rooms of the hall that had been chosen for the event, for the runway. Today was Wednesday. And for the past two days, Levina had really gone all out to make me win. I wouldn't know if her efforts had paid off until the results were out. Currently I was being fussed over by both Laura and Levina, while Diana and Peter sat on an L chair watching us, or rather watching them fix my make up. I would soon be called out to walk the runway. "Laura, be calm. You will be done with making me up on time." I tried to quiet the noise in Laura's head. She had never stopped blaming herself because she had arrived late, courtesy of being involved in the Queen's experiment; something I wasn't privy to yet. "But you will be called soon…" She pointed out, however, she was calmer now, she breathed easier now. However, she was right. I would be called soon.Even though I was the last person on the list