All Chapters of Stuck Between The Alpha Brothers: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DamienAnytime we are back to this school, it was always one thing or another every time. It has been three months that, Aria had been looking for ways to avoid this hell hole of a place. It was a place that was second to her childhood, her best friend was here and she almost made memories here too that i would like to remember for the longest time.Now the moment we came back here for what seemed to be a brief moment, her naked pics were all over the school. Once again, she was really frowned at and every ounce of respect that she might have built here might be destroyed too because all I saw was that someone was trying to just sabotage her by bringing up false lies.I held Aria, as we went into the car. I grabbed my phone from the pockets and dialled Darius's number. "Are you close by?" It was the first thing I asked him."Yeah, why?"I sighed. "Someone pasted a naked picture of Aria along the Dorm hallway. She is pretty shaken up and I want us to check it out and track the bastar

DamìenIt was weird; she always did this anytime it was the full moon.Times and times again, she had given lame excuses about her wolf, and it was only a matter of time before I would be able to control the itch I had had for the past three months. The best way to avoid such an argument with her on such a day was to take a run, or sometimes a spin, through the city. I wanted to meet her wolf, but Ariana hiding herself from me was only growing my suspicions against her. What if the suspicions I had about her were not about existing rumours but about the one no one ever knew about? Something that should be kept hidden, no matter how much. I began to pay attention since last month, and I noticed that she had not shifted just once. If she had, my wolf would have sensed her, but there was nothing. One would think that she was traumatised by something and had an incident that affected her. There was shuffling in the bathroom, so I called her again."Aria, I could feel you were in there."

ArianaI needed a fresh start.That was my conclusion after my nightmares got a lot worse and the feeling of death just kept hovering. I wanted to die; every memory I tried to suppress only came back to haunt me after everything with Damien.There was nothing that stopped the feeling; it was like I was suffocating. My words became less and less, and the only reply I could give to any reaction was a nod. I needed an outlet to let things out of the bags. Sleep wandered far from me as the whispering that used to visit my dreams started creeping into my reality. I needed to sort things out with my mind if I was going to survive. But I didn't know how to. I had no experience with that sort of thing; I never have. Things changed for me when I arrived here, making me question myself as the heaviness became stronger. It was the only thing I could tie my experience to. Too many things out of the ordinary were already taking place, and it had finally blown up. in my face. The heaviness made m

ARIANAMy dreams take me back to the moment of severe abandonment. The moment I left the mansion, it felt like I was leaving something huge behind. Something that was so important to my soul, it was at the state of leaving that I realised that we really haven't spoken about anything. We were dancing around a lot of pain and heartache. It was too dire for our souls to carry a nut, yet I put him through all that. Although Diana was with me most of the time, I wish Damien was lurking with either text, phone calls, or even a meet-and-greet. I found it difficult to believe that he was willing to let go like that. Darius, on the other hand, was always checking in. I knew I tried to make it clear and tell him that I didn't want anything. Sometimes, it was tiring and difficult to get by because I needed to get a job. Going a little job hunting, almost every day of the week, and attending interviews that I wasn't sure of became the highlight of each month. Then, after all that, I just could

Ariana My cheeks were hurting, but in a good way.Justin had been making jokes about the little things. It was a good thing we were drinking, and there was a high chance that I wouldn't be able to remember most of it. It was a good thing that I was this carefree; I did not understand what it means to lose myself and just let myself be free. It was the first time I felt like myself in months. Even with the tireless efforts of trying to make sense of my identity, irrespective of the slow change I was passing through, it was refreshing to have a nice conversation without having to think of the possible ways that you might get into trouble if you choose to be clear with the person whom you have chosen to speak to.We were both laughing over our taste in movies and music, and it turned out that he had quite the taste, but I have concluded that maybe I was the alien who had chosen not to connect with the world with the current waves at which it was moving. Time was indeed an incredible thi