“Love is the easiest thing in the world when it happens by accident, but it doesn’t get real until you do it on purpose.
“The most beautiful thing about life is having the ability to capture special moments; having the ability to stop time because, sometimes, moments can get too big and complicated for us… and it can be scary, especially when we do not know the right decision to make in handling it because we’re just too scared to not fail. Sometimes, in that moment we fold, do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing… and before you know it the moment has passed.
In the process of trying not to fail by our decisions, we end up failing, and becoming stupid in the glaring face of falling in love.
We all must be stupid at some point in life; this is actually what makes us humans. Any human that has never been stupid has never fallen in love. And any human that has never fallen in love, has never really lived. That’s why ‘being stupid’ is more of a compliment than an insult… it simply means you’re a human who has emotions and has learned to live and let live.
The world is just one ginormous roller-coaster ride of hypocrisy, where the strong trample on the weak; the voiced truncate the voiceless, the brave frighten the faint-hearted, and the sighted outshine the unsighted…as long as they are in position of power. It has always been so since time immemorial. And if by any chance the weak, the voiceless, the faint-hearted and the unsighted outnumber the opposite variants respectively, the reverse will be the case… no questions asked. This is one of the many reminders that we are more alike than we wish to acknowledge.
And if we continue to live the way we do right now - where the strong oppress the weak and the voiceless is swallowed up by the voiced - we disgrace the past and don’t deserve the future.
Fate, they say, is inevitable… but fate, for me, is just another word for bad luck. Hence, fate is not meant to control us… if you fail to control your fate, it will control you.
I am at a cross road where I cannot tell what is real and what’s not anymore… I just hope I’m not losing it.”
Demika finishes her diary entry but remains restive. She lies on her bed face up, staring at her ceiling while reminiscing last night’s episode at the party.
She thinks about what could’ve happened to her if Mr. Robinson was not as fast as he did to intervene between her and an Omega of the Aramanthian Pack suspected to have been doing the bidding of Charmaine.
Her protector was nowhere to be found… and Wilson who gave her his word to be protected was also nowhere to be found.
To crown it all up, the Aramanthian Omega was picking on her because of her friend Selena.
Charmaine is with the illusion that Selena stole her man, she needed to show her why she is the daughter of an Alpha. Unfortunately, it would have been difficult to bully Selena, seeing she is also a werewolf and a primary interest of Alpha Wilson. Charmaine wouldn’t dare to incur the wrath of Wilson.
Her best shot was to pick on someone close to Selena… and in this case Demika.
Tossing on her bed, she remembers the promise Selena made to her when they just turned sixteen and she shifted for the first time.
“Rain falls on everyone; it’s just that some get wetter than others… but eventually the rain will definitely stop. And when it does start again, please allow me to be your umbrella… even when it’s not raining, I’ll still be your umbrella. I’ll never let anything happen to you as long as I’m breathing.”
These lines had always encouraged Demika as to taking great risks as a human following Selena, a werewolf, into wolf’s den.
She has always been shielded by this promise, until last night’s incident when her face would have been ripped off by the Aramanthian Omega, unprovoked, save for the swift intervention of Selena’s dad.
After she waited for Selena for a long while and she was not coming, she had decided to step out for some fresh air when the Omega shifted in the Pack House - which is a crime according to the Lycan constitution… no one is allowed to shift and attack another on sacred ground, which is the Pack House - and attacked Demika.
He was sloppy, which gave Mr. Robinson just enough time to intervene. The wolf had missed its first attack, Demika was already on the ground and it was coming for the second dive; this time to rip off her face.
Demika saw her life flashed before her eyes… then from nowhere, Mr Robinson caught the mutt by its tail and flung it against the wall, squealing like a scared little piglet. It dashed off afterwards.
But something happened in that brief moment when Demika thought it was the end; she felt a burning sensation. In that split second she saw Selena and Wilson lying in the woods naked and covered in dirt, and also swiftly saw Selena’s dad do what he did before he even did it. It was like she saw the future, only for a little bit, before it happened… like a flash.
“Hey Meenu, still sleeping?” Her grandma’s obtrusive amiable masculine voice brings her back from her little world of reverie.Granny Minama is her only living relative, she had taken her in after her parents died of a mysterious car crash and their bodies burnt to ashes, even though it was later suspected that it was a probable murder from one of the paranormals. The authorities could not tell if it was the handiwork of stray mutts or vampyres. And since it was a case of two African-American humans, it was easily closed without much investigation. After all, ninety percent of the police force are werewolves.This was twelve years ago during the reign of the BBW Alpha Lucas Smith, Wilson’s dad. Demika had to leave Hampshire to Laketown to live with her only living relative, Grandma Minama… about same period she met six-year old Selena. The duo quickly bonded and became BFFs.She pokes her head through the faintly closed door.“Morning Ganny… been awake for a while now, just couldn’t g
“Long ago, nestled within the heart of a verdant tropical forest in West Africa, lay the secluded village of Marugbo. This unique enclave, the sole region in Africa graced by the majestic Iroko trees, was home to the serene and enigmatic tribe known as the Mahines. Despite their apparent primitiveness, the Mahines possessed a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals, a near-civilized culture that had flourished in isolation for over a millennium.According to legend, an extraordinary event shattered their tranquil existence. The youngest daughter of the village chief, a mere eighteen years old, inexplicably found herself with child, despite having never engaged in any carnal relations. Her story was both baffling and haunting: while in the depths of the ancient woods, she dreamt of a mysterious man who emerged from one of the venerable Iroko trees and made love to her. This enigmatic encounter left the village in a state of stunned bewilderment, as they grappled with the profound myste
Love is the easiest thing in the world when it happens by accident, but it doesn’t get real until you do it on purpose. We all must be stupid at some point in life; this is actually what makes us humans. Any human that has never been stupid has never fallen in love. And any human that has never fallen in love, has never really lived. That’s why ‘being stupid’ is more of a compliment than an insult… it simply means you’re a human who has emotions and has learned to live and let live. **************Selena stands stack naked in front of her mirror having a sober reflection of what transpired the previous night, and checking herself out.All the bruises from last night’s adventure have disappeared, save one… the bite mark from Wilson.Only an Alpha possesses the arcane power to mend the bite mark of another Alpha, a feat determined by the depth of their formidable strength. In Clovis City, where power is the ultimate currency, none but Alpha Wilson himself holds the capability to erase
“Have you spoken with her yet?”“Who… Demi? No not yet. I wanted to call, but I had a change of heart. I will go see her instead. Today’s my off.” She runs through so many lines in a split second, sounded anxious, talking while stuffing food in her mouth, which could only mean one thing. She’s trying to hide how confused she feels about the whole situation.Mrs. Robinson gave a sigh… a sigh that connotes the I-was-once-like-you-so-I-understand-your-plight message.“So where were you… where did you go?” Gabrielle quizzes assertively.“Was out dealing with my shit,” She retorted indifferently.“If you knew you would go frolicking around with whomever while the party was on, why did you bring your human friend to the party and left her unprotected? What is wrong with you?” She spits out fire, now with that expression that says Now-I’m-talking -to-you-as-your-older-sister.“I just said I was out taking care of my shit. You never did experienced Haze as an eighteen-year-old virgin, so I do
Selena approaches the weathered door of Demika's house, her heartbeat quickening with every step. The events of the previous night still gnaws at her, a relentless reminder of her failure. She hesitates for a moment before knocking, a silent prayer on her lips. When the door creaked open, she is met not by her friend, but by Granny Minama, the venerable matriarch among the remaining African-Americans left in Clovis City. Her eyes holds secrets as deep as the forest that surrounds the entire Laketown."Selena, dear," Granny Minama greets with a warm, shrewd smile, her voice laced with the wisdom of countless lifetimes. "Come in, dear. Demika is upstairs, but she hasn’t been herself since last night."Selena steps into the sitting room, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and the crackling energy of ancient magic. She is almost paralyzed by the scent of mistletoe, a natural herb that is most poisonous to werewolves.Even though Grandma Minama had hurriedly put them away, she sti
Her telepathic prowess kicks in, and she instantaneously sees her friends in the woods lying in Alpha Wilson’s hand on the floor covered with dirt and dry leaves… only in a split second though.“You had sex with Alpha Wilson,” she blurts out even before she realizes it.Flummoxingly, Selena asks “Wait, how… how did you know?”“That’s the fucking privilege that comes with being a telepathic bitch, Bitch!” she chuckles, and both teenage girls laugh out loud mischievously. “C’mon babe, give me the deets…”“But I thought you’re omniscient.” Selena mocks her“Naaaah, my prowess ain’t got there yet.”******************************Everybody is born to lead, but not everyone can be a leader… However, anyone who wishes to be a leader must first learn to follow; a great follower makes for a greater leader. Proving to be authoritarian because you’ve got authority, or a totalitarian because you’ve got power, doesn’t make you a good leader, talk more of being a great one. Remember, that authority
Selena leaves Demika’s house, the weight of her emotions pressing heavily on her chest as she strides down the path toward the pack house. The sky is overcast, a low rumble of thunder in the distance hinting at the brewing storm—a reflection of the turmoil inside her. Her steps are purposeful, each one fueled by the anger and frustration that has been simmering since she found out about the attack on Demika.As she approaches the pack house, the grand structure looms before her, its imposing presence only heightening the tension that coils within her.Her mind races with thoughts of Demika—her best friend, almost killed because of a failure in the pack's security, or so she thought. The fact that an omega from the Aramanthian Pack had been able to infiltrate their territory without detection infuriates her. More than that, it terrifies her. If the pack can’t even protect its own, what hope do they have against their enemies? She knows she has to confront Wilson, the Alpha, and demand
Wilson’s eyes flash with anger, and in an instant, he closes the distance between them, his hand gripping her arm tightly. “Enough,” he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. “You will not speak to me like that.”Selena’s breath catches in her throat, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. But she refuses to back down, refuses to let him intimidate her. “Let go of me, Wilson,” she demands, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.For a moment, it seems as though Wilson might actually hurt her, his grip tightening on her arm. But then, just as suddenly, he releases her, his expression unreadable. He takes a step back, his breathing heavy, as if trying to regain control.“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Selena,” Wilson says, his voice calmer now, though still laced with anger. “You have no idea what it takes to be an Alpha… to be the Alpha, to bear the weight of responsibility for this pack. I won’t have you questioning my leadership, little