All Chapters of Forbidden Paramour: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The training circle was now getting crowded, even my dad came to see me. I was not embarrassed for our first round, Kane had a lot of fighting experience and was considered to be one of the best. I looked up at the sky and even considered the majestic stratus clouds watching our friendly spar.I was overthinking again. This time, it could not help me. My father was standing behind the crowd that encircled us and I saw him smile at me. But he did not see our first round, it should have embarrassed him, his own son beaten like a girl and by a puny assassin.My heart raced again and I felt tremendous pressure in my mind. I could hear my breathing. I could tell my lungs were exhausted, somewhat deflated balloons. I challenged Kane for a second round but my body was stiff like rocks, I could barely move.“Find you peace.” It was Collins’ voice, whispered from behind my ear.What did it mean? There is no peace in fighting, I thought as Collins

Uncertainty was the feeling the three pursuers had. The uncertainty of life and death. It hit them, the moment they entered the room. It was never what they had expected. The deteriorations they witnessed in the halls were not evident in the room, it seemed the apartment was not housed by a witch. The first sight made them question themselves that maybe they were not in the right place, maybe it was the other room. But the inexplicable feeling made them concluded that the information was accurate.The feeling of depression, the feeling of sadness, the feeling of death, invaded their emotions. The living and dining room combined had no evidence of witchcraft, all mundane. Furniture, chairs, tables, were arranged accordingly.But the stench they smelled did not connect with what they saw. It had to be something, something dead lingered around the corner. They took gentle strides further inside. The lights were turned on and they heard rustling in this room before, thus t

Present time – Keepers Headquarters, Busay Genes? Maturity? Slow-motion? Bullet time?  He was making sense. I thought that the triggers were only I see Maria smiles. I thought it was only me and the sight of her triggered the bullet time. I did not know that genes were a part of it.“How do you know dad?” I asked.“I have that skill son. Some witches are stronger and faster, some could manipulate time, and your skill, my skill, is a great help,” my father said, “Your great grandfather had the skill, it seemed inherited.”“I thought it was only me when I see Maria.”“Maria? Is she one of your classmates,” My father leaned on his desk.“Y-yeah. She is. I mean, she is my new friend,” I stammered. I do not want to dwell on the subject any longer. One is for her safety and the subject was awkward for me. I gave an ex

Maria decided on a meeting place that we could converse privately, a memorial garden for dead witches. Walking briskly, gave me goosebumps as I passed by a faintly lit pavement across the cemetery. The place was high-end, arranged neatly and some other witch’s families had constructed decent houses that held two to three coffins of their loved ones.The place was expectedly quiet and the breeze carried frigid air that added to my chilled bones. There were properly planted trees blocking the faint moonlight that blanketed the place. I brought my dagger in case Maria had planned for my ambush. Maybe I was compromised, she might know during the apprehension attempt with Lance.Many possibilities rushed my thoughts, challenging my bravery and confidence. I continued to press forward until the last block of the cemetery. Glancing afar, I saw a dark figure sitting down by the curb of the cemetery road. As I was nearing, the figure appeared to be Maria. Her face was anx

As I stepped inside the school campus’ front gate, my paranoia started to loom. Right after I swiped my ID card on a radio frequency detection system, the feeling kicked in.  The system flashes your face on a screen conspicuous to the entrance guards to confirm the identity of the ingressed student. The Coven spies might have difficulty in entering the campus without being questioned, they did not have IDs like ours. Or maybe they were actual students waiting for further instructions by their Coven Magistrate.I felt unsafe, I informed my father thru text regarding the Coven spies. I also texted Edward for he might expose my connection with the Keepers. I told Edward not to talk to me for now and lay low. He assured me that other members of the Keepers on our school campus were also engaged with the possibility of identifying these Coven spies. Buy my father and Edward had asked me about the source of my information which I had difficulty in divulging. I could not