Victor cleared the messy table, sweeping empty snack packs into the bin. He returned with two plates of his pasta—without the hot sauce—and set them on the table. Anastasia had insisted on eating breakfast at the coffee table instead of the dining.And the pizza still hadn't arrived.“Ohhhh!” Ana half-yelled from the couch, balancing precariously as she played an impromptu game of "The Floor is Lava" in her oversized, quirky outfit.She was all cute and adorable.Victor glanced up, bemused. “What?”“Nothing, I’m just reading spoilers for *Tale of the Nine Tailed* that someone posted,” she replied, looking up. “You know, the Korean drama we didn’t get to finish.”He shook his head, smiling. “You’re weird.”He walked over and stretched out both hands, offering to help her down. She fell into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck, still engrossed in reading the spoilers on his phone.“Nothing’s weird about reading spoilers,” she insisted.“Hmm. Time f
“What’s going on?” Ana muttered under her breath, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. Zara’s face paled, her confusion deepening into genuine concern. “I swear, Luna, I told you. I even remember you nodding and telling me to have a good time. Are you sure you’re remembering correctly?” Her voice trembled slightly.Ana shook her head, feeling a strange mix of frustration, worry and fear. “I don’t know. Everything after the attack is a bit of a blur, but I distinctly remember calling you. Over and over.” Her voice wavered, betraying the fear gnawing at her.Ana looked down. There might have been some sort of mix-up, or something else is going on that they don’t understand.Ana bit her lip, considering the unsettling possibilities. “Could someone have tampered with your phone? Or maybe mine?” She glanced at Zara's phone again.Zara glanced at her phone, then back at Ana. “I suppose it’s possible. But why would anyone do that?” Her mind raced through potential scenarios, none of t
Ana’s irritation softened slightly at his explanation. She noticed his shivering and the genuine look of remorse in his eyes. “Then a heads-up would've been better,” she said, He glanced at the pizza boxes, then back at Ana. “My boss felt really bad about the delay, so he personally prepared your order. He made sure it was perfect, different from the usual, to make up for the wait. Please don't drop bad review”Ana sighed, her frustration melting into understanding. “Okay, I get it. Just... try to be faster next time”The boy nodded vigorously. “Yes, ma’am. I promise. Thank you for being understanding.”She handed him a few dollar note, another tip, even more than she had initially planned. “Here, take this. Get yourself something warm to drink.”The boy’s eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.”“You can go,” Ana muttered, taking the boxes. She closed the door and carried the pizza to the kitchen, setting it on the counter. As she opened
Wrapped in a cozy sheet like a burrito, who would want to get up and start a stupid day of meeting the cops for interrogation and checking out the weird school with mom. Well, the weird school part was the exciting one. I paid limited attention to the persistent Alarm sent to ruin my beauty sleep and focused—since I was wide awake—only on the Mixed smell of Lavender on my sheets and cranberry almond muffin (must be breakfast) that wafted past the deepest part of my nose and into my brain. What a temptation!.I laid still until the minutes turned into an hour and I was sure my body no longer needed sleep. I sprung up, didn't care to spare a glance at the new mirror mom got me on Saturday, but I could still see my slender body and pigtails from my peripheral view and most particularly my eyes. My eyes.They are blue now.They change color almost every day, I was already tired of people telling me to stop wearing contact lenses. But some certain people like the old woman with braces a
Standing in front of it was Amanda. I frowned. What was the witch doing here now?"Can I come in?" she asked. I tried to keep my facial expression neutral so that she would not suspect that I knew anything. "Come in," I said.We both entered the room, and then I pointed to a chair for her.The moment she sat down on it, I attacked her with a question. "What do you want?" It was only after saying it that I wondered whether I might have been too sharp."I just wanted to talk about something," she said calmly."Well, it was obvious that she wanted to talk. Talk about what? What do you want?" I asked my question once again."Are you not going to make me feel welcome first?" she asked.I shook my head. "If you're not ready, then you might as well leave." I knew I was definitely sounding rude by now, but I could not hold my true emotions in any longer."Is it about Liam?" she said. "I'm worried about him." She gave me a very concerned expression. If I had not overhead what transpired in the
"…I promise to give my all to this Pack and make it the best in the country, the goddess be my witness. Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming and do have a lovely night." Damon, my mate and the Alpha of our pack ends his heartfelt speech and bows to the audience.The revving claps and cheers go on for minutes after he gets off the podium and returns to my side. He has the warmest smile while he waves and shakes the people around our table. But when he takes his seat next to me, I feel that terrifying, chilly aura around him. It makes my blood curdle.He leans in casually, placing a kiss on my lips. Then he rubs a finger over the spot that supposedly smudged. His eyes go from warm to vicious, and then he discreetly stomps on my toe under the table.I swallow my gasp, as his cold eyes still have me in chains. "Try not to look so sickly pale, honey. This isn’t a goddamn funeral." His voice is icy, and then he coats it with a facetious smile.A huge lump cloaks my throat
The voices and the disgusting skin slaps get louder with each ticking second. I’m yet to wrap my head around the heart-shattering reality glaring at me at the moment. I glance at the door, really considering going in, not because I wanna confront Damon, but because I wanna see for myself that it isn’t my best friend, Penelope in there with him. The voice may sound like hers but I wanna believe it’s not. It shouldn’t be. It can't be. She’s not capable of hurting me like this."I can't believe Anastasia used to have such a sweet dick all to herself. She’s such a greedy bore," the female voice moans out again, and it’s not helping that she’s sounding more and more like Penelope in every word she says.Like to give me the confirmation I need, Damon grunts. "I can’t believe such a hottie like you is her best friend either. Like, how do you put up with her boring ass?"It is Penelope. With that realization comes a painful wreck of my heart. I break down into heavy sobs, crashing against t
I am taken aback by his words. He’s back to drinking his whisky but I’m still frozen. Tears are falling again. I stand, ready to run off but he grabs my hand with a strong grip."Let me take you home."I tug at my hand but his big hand has it securely trapped. He steps closer, forcing his scent on me, assaulting me with it. I'm beginning to think he does that intentionally like he knows the effect he has on me and he's feeding off it."I came in my car," I reply, hoping that’ll convince him to let me go. He’s silent for seconds and it makes me wonder what he’s thinking. I can't look at him though, not with these tears in my eyes."Leave the car here. I'll have someone come pick it up tomorrow. Besides, you're kinda tipsy. It’s not safe driving in such a state."I hate that he’s right. I hate even more that I’m considering his offer. But then again. I don’t wanna be close to him. Not tonight. Not in my broken state. I fear the outcome of it."Let's go." He holds my shoulders, ignoring