Contract Marriage with the Vampire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

As I am a direct descendant of the moon goddess, I have Lycan (essentially goddess) features, although I cannot shift into a lycan unless I mate with one. Normal werewolves consist of two souls, bound together in perfect harmony. One half is a human soul, and the other is a werewolf's soul. When mixed together in the cauldron of life, they create a werewolf – the body simply being a host to the two souls. The souls have to be compatible; otherwise, they would fight each other for dominance, causing great harm to the body serving as a vessel for them, and can even lead to death. For this reason, my mother handpicks the souls in heaven to be joined, seeing which ones accept the inimitable bond. However, I only have one soul, which is neither human nor were nor Goddess. It is a quintessential blend of all three. To be abundantly complete though, I have to add Lycan to the mix.Back in my hometown with my father, the were's knew me as the strange being that was not human, but hadn't shift

"I'm here, I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" An Asian human girl rushes in like a tornado, her long black hair spiralling out from behind her. With a red flush upon her dainty cheeks, her slanted, swallow-tail, sparkling green eyes light up in greeting as she catches a glance of me."Hi. You must be Phoebe." She sticks her hand out towards me, with a pleasant smile showcasing her tiny, pearl-like teeth and pale skin."Yes I am, and you must be Minnie." I grin back at her."Yep! It's great to meet you!" She exclaims. As I stand up, I notice I am a whole head and shoulders taller then her, and realise that she can only be about 5 foot 1 at the most. No wonder her name is Minnie!"It's good to meet you too. Do you have calculus first as well?" I ask her."Yes I do. I simply love science and calculus, but that must be the Asian side of me." She giggles.Alrighty then. Coming from anyone else, I am sure that would be racist."I hate calculus, but I'm ok at it." I shrug nonchalantly. To me, it is

Ahh. The end of school. The light at the end of the tunnel. Luckily, I made it through the rest of the day without any form of retaliation from Delilah. School finishes at two thirty every day, but I did not get to leave until nearly three thirty because my art teacher wanted to have an in-depth discussion about my coursework. Apparently, the units of work this school is teaching is different to that of my old school, meaning I am going to have to redo half a year's worth of coursework. Honestly, I do not think I am very bothered about continuing art. I might just drop the subject... Anyhow, it is something I will need to discuss with Tammy. Speaking of Tammy, I got the most random message from her. Brad was meant to be picking me up after school, but at 2:00, I got a random message simply saying 'Walk'. Like, how rude!So now, I am trudging the boring fifteen minutes walk home, wondering what is so important that both Tammy and Brad have bailed on me! Anything could happen to me out

Anyone who knows me well knows that I am not a (very) cute or innocent girl. I am not one to get shy around boys or have low confidence. I am destined to be a queen, and I treat myself as such. So why do I get a weird, tingling feeling in my tummy and start blushing when I think about Alex? My whole day has been positively ruined by that gorgeous hunk of a man. I brushed past him in the hallway once more after this morning, and nearly feinted from the delicious shivers that swarmed their way up my arm. It's a shame that he seems to be affecting other girl in this school the same way. But still, my future is looking a little brighter right now. I can hold off of purchasing Bambi, Safi, and Lassi (my dog's names) for a little while longer. This is all such exciting news, I practically galloped home, riding on a cloud of bursting excitement. I make sure to bang the door extra loudly, making sure that Tammy and Brad know that I am most definitely home, and know to keep it PG13 for my inno

At last it's Friday. I have managed to escape running into 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' or any of his friends, because I have had to sacrifice all of my spare periods and after school free time for history, biology and art catch-up. I really would not recommend switching schools half way through your senior year. It is now my last period at school, and I am really not bothering to listen to the scientific things my chemistry teacher is valiantly telling us about. All she does is talk, talk, talk and look down on you as if you are a peasant. The problem with being so spectacularly bored is that with nothing else to preoccupy your mind, other, toxic ones can start to take over... like 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' eyes. How is it even possible for eyes to be so blue?I am pulled rather hastily out of my thoughts when an alarm starts blaring rather noisily throughout the school, and town. The alarm sounds like the horn of a juggernaut; clamouring, Unceasing. It is crippling my thoughts and