All Chapters of The Demon Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

We head upstairs after we have some time of talking and joking. We were supposed to take about four hours to get to Handerville, but because of bathroom breaks and traffic, it took about five and a half. No problem there really. We grabbed some dinner during our breaks, so all that was left to do when we got here was relax, shower, and sleep. We part ways on the second floor. The house has three floors and a roof, but most of the bedrooms are on the second floor. Not mine though. Mine is on the third floor. I don't mind. If I remember correctly, my room looks out on the ocean. The house is built on a tiny peninsula of land, and the nearest house is about a mile away, great for privacy. And the land is our own. So it works out great. Especially when you're like us. Different. And hated. Can't forget that. Different and hated.Also party animals. We might be like the Addams family actually. Everyone's got it in for us because we're so chic and subtly antagonizing that makes us

Stepping out of the car, I realize it was a good thing I brought a jacket with me. I guess years of living in this town have given me an instinct of when it is necessary to start bundling up. Not that it's unbearably cold. Just a light breeze. It must be my lucky day.My name is Bennet Fitzroy, but everyone calls me Ben. To the normal person out there, I'm just another teen in high school with a tall figure and muscles all over. I suppose I'm good-looking, but I'm sure it's just my ego somewhat. But, I am a little more than just a normal teen. Being a werewolf, and the king of the werewolves, I'm a little more distinct. But that is merely a title. The royal werewolf family isn't exactly the strongest in the world. We're just royalty. That doesn't stop the werewolf world from fawning over us though. By us, I mean me and my sister, Ingrid, along with our two younger brothers. Ingrid is my twin, but because I was born two minutes prior to her, I inherited the title of king, along with

Saturday morning and I'm currently out with Grid. Occasionally I'll take a selfie with Grid, or without, and send it to Greg. It's funny to see him complain about how he wishes he was here. Oh well, better luck next time. I hope he's fun playing with balls. And baskets. Balls and baskets on a Saturday. I grin to myself with my hand covering my mouth. "Oh, that's the seafood shack I was talking about. We should stop by there for lunch. The clam chowder is simply divine," says Grid. Today she's dressed in a flowery shirt and a skirt that falls to her knees. Her hair is in a ponytail, and the cat-eye sunglasses look great on her. I was smart enough to bring my black retro-square sunglasses. It'd been chilly recently, but today the weather decided to be sunny. And I mean really sunny. Not a cloud in sight. I brought a coat to wear, but seeing as how I didn't need it, I left it in Grid's car. Grid picked me up this morning around nine-thirty, and we've been walking around the mai

Starting off the second week of school, I was surprised to find that I was somewhat excited about it. I couldn't pinpoint the reason. I just felt as if something in my chest was pulling me to the school. And there was this fluttering feeling that wouldn't leave me alone since I got to there. Standing at my locker and getting ready for the day, the fluttering feeling seems to get more excited. Maybe I should go home? I don't think I've ever had this feeling before, and strange things occurring aren't something to ignore. I'm still contemplating whether to go home or not when I hear sniffing from behind me. And it won't stop. I think I'm getting OCD or something because it's getting somewhat on my nerves. I hear it come right behind me. Turning around, I see a huge muscular chest. A muscular chest covered in cloth. Looking upwards, I see a goofy, and in a way handsome, face. "Hi," I say. The boy smiles and says, "Hi there little guy." I pout, "Little guy, huh?" I may be

Sitting at the counter of my new job, I wonder if I should have mentioned to Grid that I had to head on over work quickly, since I wanted to stop by my house before I did. Driving from school back to home, and then to work makes this long trip that takes some time, and even if I wanted to, it'd take thirty minutes as a minimum. I thought about texting her, since I was already leaving school, but my hands were already on the wheel, and I'm not texting and driving, no matter how hip it's supposed to be! But still, I feel a little guilty for not talking directly to Grid and Greg, and Bennet too since I do know him now. There's something good to me about not texting, calling, or using technology, but actually engaging in conversation with a person. I mean, texting is fine, but it should be simple. Social dynamics are complicated. Thinking and also stuck in a mental conundrum, I sigh and quickly text Grid saying that I had to go to work and was in rush. It's not an excuse, but at least I