Time: 3:35 PMLocation: Great Hill High (Outside the Great Hill High School building) Ella swiftly composed herself, pretending as if she hadn't just been engaged in an intimate moment with Adams' friend, Owen, when she spotted Adams stepping out of the limo. She left Owen behind and rushed to meet Adams. As she reached him, Ella tightly embraced him, but it felt like a one-sided embrace as Adams didn't respond by hugging her back. His arms remained still, unmoving. Ella sensed the coldness in Adams' response, but she carried on with her act, trying to maintain a facade. "Baby, what are you doing here?" she asked, releasing the embrace. "Never mind that. I've missed you so much, baby. You can't imagine. This is the best surprise ever," she said, pulling him into another hug. Adams stood there like a statue, his gaze fixed on her, devoid of any emotion. "Baby, what's wrong? You don't look happy," she said, feigning ignorance of her actions. Finally, Adams spoke, his voice tinged
"She is with Adams," Anna said, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. "Adams! Really?" Mathias exclaimed, his brows furrowing with a hint of sadness. Meanwhile, Adams took Clara for a walk nearby as they engaged in conversation. "...so what's next for you now? I know it must be difficult for you to see your girlfriend making out with another boy, especially your basketball teammate. But don't you think you were a bit too harsh on her by ending your relationship just like that? You two were deeply in love... Are you absolutely certain that breaking up was the right decision?" Clara asked, her voice laced with empathy. "I don't know if I did the right thing, but it felt like the only thing to do. It was the only thought consuming my mind at that moment. It hurts so much when someone you love takes your love for granted, betrays the bond we shared, the way Ella did. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive her for that," he said, his tone heavy with emotional pain. "
Clara and her mum sat at the dining table, savoring a delicious dinner of hot Apple pie paired with refreshing fruit juice. " ...so how was school today, darling?" Dr. Ellen asked her daughter, her voice filled with warmth and curiosity, eager to hear about Clara's day. "Well, it was quite okay, thanks," Clara replied, taking a sip from her glass of juice, feeling a mixture of contentment and a hint of excitement. "What about work?" Clara inquired, genuinely interested in her mother's day as well. "It was good too... So, did anything strange or noteworthy happen in school today that you'd like to tell me?" Dr. Ellen asked, her eyes searching Clara's face, hoping for a glimpse of any encounters with Damian. "Strange?... Nothing strange happened, really. Well, except for the fact that an unexpected visitor came to school today," Clara revealed, a soft smile gracing her lips as her thoughts drifted to Adams. "An unexpected visitor?" Dr. Ellen repeated, her mind immediately jumping t
“What are you?” the sheriff asked, his voice trembling with terror. He couldn't fathom whether the being before him was a man or a monstrous creature responsible for the trail of death. The only discernible features were the two piercing, glowing red eyes that stared back at him. Drawing closer, Damian's eyes intensified, emitting an eerie and unsettling light. “Death,” he replied with a chilling certainty, effortlessly lifting Sheriff Jenkins from the ground and forcefully slamming him against the wall. The sheriff could feel the sheer strength and menace emanating from his attacker. “I heard you were searching for Eric Damian. Well, here I am, and I have a little present for you, ” Damian taunted, his voice laced with sadistic satisfaction. Slowly, he extended his hand and plunged it into the sheriff's chest, causing unimaginable agony to course through his body. The sheriff let out a piercing scream, his voice filled with anguish and despair. Sheriff Jenkins gasped for breath a
Clara looked really confused and terrified about this; how could she be affected in real life by something that happened in her dream? Location: Great Hill High Time: 12 noon (During lunch break, Clara and her friends sat at the table eating, gisting, and laughing, but Clara was unusually quiet.) Mathias noticed that his friend Clara wasn't really contributing much to their conversation, unlike her usual self, and he sensed that something must be bothering her. However, he didn't want to ask her about it in front of everyone, so he decided to wait. After they had finished having lunch in the cafeteria, Clara and her friends headed out to the basketball court to watch their school team practice for the upcoming finals. As they walked, Clara excused herself, saying she had to use the restroom. After a minute, Mathias also excused himself, using the same excuse. As he searched for Clara, Mathias accidentally bumped into Tyler, one of Steven's friends, and Mathias thought, "Oh no, pl
“Is it... my destiny to kill Clara?" Mathias muttered, his voice filled with confusion and desperation, as he grappled with his inner turmoil. Mrs. Fernanda's voice resonated with a mix of authority and concern as she explained, "Yes, my child, it has been foretold long ago. We witches are the guardians of balance in the supernatural realm, the bridge between mankind and the creatures of darkness. We bear the responsibility to keep these powerful beings in check, for the sake of humanity. But hybrids like Clara... they are an anomaly, even among the supernatural. They pose a grave threat to both worlds. We already have her father, a result of the chief elder's regrettable ignorance. Though he became a hybrid, his inability to reproduce offered a small measure of solace. Yet, everything has changed now. Somehow, he managed to father a child, and soon, she will have children of her own. Can you fathom a world where hybrids roam in countless numbers? One alone is a catastrophe... but two
"I believe you, even though it's rare for an animal to save a human, but I have heard such cases before... maybe the wolf was drawn to you by your smell or out of curiosity or for whatever reasons it had. It really doesn't matter what matters is that it came to your rescue, so in some kind of way, the wolf is your friend. However, the big question now is, since the wolf is your friend, why are you having nightmares of it instead of sweet dreams?" Dr. Olivia said, her voice filled with genuine curiosity and concern. "I... I don't know, but I don't think the wolf that saved me is the same wolf in my dreams," Clara said, her voice tinged with uncertainty and confusion. "How do you mean?" Dr. Olivia asked, her tone encouraging Clara to elaborate. "That's because they look kinda different from each other," Clara said, her voice trailing off, revealing her struggle to articulate her thoughts. Dr. Olivia paused, her brows furrowing as she contemplated the information for a few seconds. "
Clara sat in her living room, feeling exhausted after her session with Dr. Olivia. "So, tell me, how did it go? Dr. Olivia is quite intriguing and amazing, isn't she?" Clara's mother, Dr. Ellen, asked. "Well, you can add 'lunatic' to her list of admirable qualities," Clara retorted. "What? That's a harsh thing to say. I thought I raised you better than this," Dr. Ellen responded, unimpressed by Clara's attitude. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I think her methods are completely crazy. How on earth does she suggest that meeting up with the wolf I saw in the woods will help stop my nightmares?" Clara explained, her frustration evident. Her mother was taken aback by Clara's words. "She said that?" Dr. Ellen inquired, wanting to ensure she had heard her daughter correctly. "Yes, she did. Seriously, are you sure she's even a qualified therapist?" Clara said, sinking into the couch. Dr. Ellen pondered for a moment. "Well, if she believes it will help, I think we should give it a try. We might ne