All Chapters of ALPHA DORIAN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dorian GrimaldiAfter parking my car in the garage, I reminisced about the passionate kiss I had shared with Eden. I couldn't forget the sensation of her soft, alluring lips, and the way she had run her slender fingers through my hair, almost making me lose control in the car. Frustrated, I let out a groan and hit the steering wheel, regretting the missed opportunity caused by her sister's interruption. If it weren't for that, we might have ended up in the back seat of my car.I couldn't stop replaying the moment in my head, wondering what could have happened if we weren't interrupted. Eden was unlike anyone I had ever met, and the chemistry between us was undeniable. Every time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat, and my mind raced with the desire to feel her lips on mine again.As I sat in the car, lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and frustration. I wanted to be with her again, to feel her touch and taste, but I didn't know when that would happen. All

Eden Monroe. The sun had set and the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink. I walked along the beach, feeling the cool sand between my toes and the gentle breeze against my face. The sound of waves crashing against the shore was the only thing that broke the serene silence.As I walked, I noticed a figure in the distance. It was a woman, sitting alone on a bench, staring out at the sea. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could tell she was lost in thought.Curiosity got the best of me and I made my way towards her. As I got closer, I could see that she had tears streaming down her face. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should just leave her be, but my empathetic nature wouldn't allow it."Excuse me, are you okay?" I asked softlyThe woman turned her head and smiled at me, not like I saw her crying some few seconds ago. She patted the space beside her on the bench and I sat down because I felt at ease. I looked at her once more and I saw that she looked familiar but

Eden Monroe. On a hot, sunny day, while rushing to attend a class, I came across my best friend Carla. I was surprised to see her wearing a large hoodie that obscured her face, as this was not her typical style. I approached her and called out her name. As she looked up at me, I noticed that she was smoking."What in the world are you doing? I can't believe you're smoking on school grounds, Carla!" I exclaimed.Carla took a puff from her cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke before responding to me, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just going through a lot right now and I needed something to help me cope.""But that's not a solution at all, you know you could talk to me and I am there to listen." I said to her,She groaned and rolled her red eyes at me, "Eden, stop being a bitch and just shut up." She said to me, I was appalled by her words but at the same time, I wasn't so surprised. It was the drugs messing with her head and she does stupid things. "I'm sorry I said that— it's just so.

Eden Monroe. Looking around my room, I noticed the clock on my bedside table. Its digital numbers glowed in the semi-darkness, announcing that it was already past 8 am. A weekend, at last, but I still needed to get ready for the day. I yawned and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my muscles from sleeping in an awkward position.As I shuffled towards my window, I was greeted by a dazzling sunbeam that made me squint. The world outside was painted in bright colors, with the sky an endless blue and the trees' leaves a vibrant green. However, something felt off, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. A sense of unease settled in my stomach, making me hesitate before opening the window.I took a deep breath and leaned against the window frame, trying to shake off the feeling. Maybe I was just nervous about meeting my friends later or worried about a test I had next week. Or maybe it was nothing at all, just a fleeting thought that would soon pass. Either way, I needed to focus on the

Eden Monroe. I woke up early in the morning and rubbed my bleary eyes. It's been a sad week and I couldn't remember the last time I had slept properly. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Carla's face, pale and lifeless. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind of the image that seemed to plague my life. I got dressed in a hurry, not bothering with makeup or fussing over my hair. I had one destination in mind: the morgue. I had to see Carla's body for myself, to make sure it was real, to say goodbye properly and also to find out reasons. I got into my sister's car, hands shaking slightly as I turned the ignition. The drive to the morgue was a blur, with me lost in my thoughts. I couldn't believe Carla was gone. We had been friends since kindergarten, and now she is dead. Murdered, no less.I wondered who could have done something like that to my friend. Carla was the kindest person I knew. She never hurt anyone, never got into trouble. And yet someone had killed her, left her body t