All Chapters of SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

HERE I AM, SITTING ON THE EDGE OF Chloe's bed, holding her soft hand in mine. My thumb is moving in small, soothing circles on her smooth skin. Her chest rises and falls, almost like gentle waves on a tranquil shore, and I can just barely hear the faintest whisper of breath as it escapes her slightly parted lips. Even in sleep, her face bears a hint of sadness, a look that reminds me of a sorrowful princess from a storybook. Honestly, I feel like the bad guy in her story. The one who caused trouble and left destruction in his wake. Without warning, her eyelids begin to flutter, and a rush of panic surges through me, hitting me with the force of a shot of espresso. "Please, don't wake up," I beg silently, my muscles tensing up like an overstretched rubber band. I'm perched right by her bedside, face way too close to hers for comfort, especially considering what I did to her. The sight of my bite mark standing out on her skin like an ugly billboard screaming "GUILTY!" has me sweating

A BRIGHT WARMTH PRESSES against my eyelids, and as I pry them open, two giant boots come into view, like a pair of angry bulls staring me down. Before I can make sense of what's happening, a rough hand grabs me by the collar and lifts me off the ground as if I'm nothing but a stuffed toy. A groggy moan escapes my lips, but a sharp pain on my backside shocks me awake, and I howl like a coyote caught in a trap. Any trace of sleep vanishes as my eyes focus on the face of a man so red and furious, he could put a ripe tomato to shame. His bushy eyebrows merge into a single, menacing line above narrowed eyes, his round nose flaring with each angry breath, and his thick mustache bristling like an agitated hedgehog. My head snaps around, my eyes desperately taking in the familiar sights – I'm still in the bar! Guess I nodded off after helping myself to a hefty portion of the guy's liquor supply. No wonder he's angrier than a disturbed wasp nest! As the man proceeds to spank me with the f

IT'S ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHEN the moon hangs big and round like a giant silver coin against the dark canvas of the sky. The cool night air prickles my skin as I lay sprawled on the empty road, gazing up at the glowing orb above. My arms and legs sweep across the rough asphalt, as if forming a snow angel on the chilly ground. My mind races like a cheetah, dreading the miserable time I'll soon face in that awful cave. Before locking myself away for a month of werewolf madness, I've got some last-minute errands to run for my growling stomach. Just as I'm about to get up, bright headlights light up the road, catching me in their glare. A car zooms towards me, its engine growling like an angry lion. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the impact. But instead of the painful collision, a loud SCREECH pierces the air as the car skids to a stop, just inches away from turning me into a vampire pancake. I let out a sigh of relief, but it's short-lived as the car door slams shut with a BANG. Hur

AS I STROLL UP TO FIONA'S HOUSE for the second time that day, I ring the doorbell and am greeted by Fiona's mom, her hair piled in a haphazard bun and the distinct aroma of charred lasagna permeating the air. "Well, hello there, Casper!" she exclaims, her eyes glittering with a blend of anticipation and mild desperation. "It's wonderful to see you again." I muster up a smile and nod, doing my best concerned-friend impersonation, all the while marveling at how this woman seems completely oblivious to her daughter's disappearance. She ushers me inside, practically radiating enthusiasm, and I can't shake the feeling that she's secretly hoping I'm Fiona's mysterious boyfriend. "Oh, Casper," she confides, "I'm so relieved Fiona has someone like you looking out for her. You know, I've been worried she might be... well... a lesbian! I mean, she never brings boys home, so I figured..." I do my best to keep my eyebrows from shooting up in surprise. This lady is really something, sharing her

MY MIND RACES, THOUGHTS BOUNCING around my skull as I scramble for an answer. Then it hits me, pow! Right between the eyes – a lie. Not just any old fib, mind you, but one that might just throw her off my scent. "It's, uh… Jaja's party," I blurt out, trying my darnedest to sound convincing. I can almost feel my heart pounding. She looks at me, curiosity dancing in her deep blue eyes. Her long, curly hair bounces around her shoulders as she tilts her head. "Oh, really?" she asks, her voice soft. "And what's got you so riled up about that?" I shove my hand through my messy hair, feeling the soft strands squeeze through my fingers. "The thing is, it's tonight." I nod as I speak. Her shoulders droop, disappointment seeping from her pores. "I'm aware," she says, a hint of longing tainting her words. "But that can't be the only reason you're so worried, right?" A shiver tap-dances down my spine, as I realize the size of the whopper I'm about to serve up. It's a big one, and I can only h