All Chapters of SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AS THE NIGHT GOES ON, THE OTHER girls join in with stories of how much they admire me, turning our small talk into a full-blown episode of "Secret Admirers." My discomfort skyrockets as one of the girls drops a bombshell on me – she wants to touch my hair. "I just gotta know if it's real," she says, her eyes shining with curiosity. Against my better judgment, I give in, and the feeling of her fingers running through my hair sends a shiver down my spine. "Holy smokes, it's real!" she exclaims, sounding as surprised as if she'd stumbled upon a mythical city hidden within my hair. "I thought you had dyed your hair platinum," she says. I shake my head, assuring her, "It's natural." Another girl jumps in, her gaze shifting between me and Fiona, who's making her way toward us with a drink in hand. "So, what's the deal with Fiona?" she inquires, her curiosity hanging in the air. "We're not a thing, just hanging out," I blurt out, desperate to extinguish any sparks of gossip before they tu

WITH A SURGE OF ADRENALINE, I MANAGED TO break free from Angel's iron grip. I was on the verge of making my grand escape, ready to zoom down the stairs in a lightning-fast blur, when – BAM! Angel's fist collided with my face, sending me tumbling down the stairs like a rag doll. I hit the first floor with a bone-rattling thud, the wind knocked out of me, my vision swimming with little birdies. Just as I was about to slip into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness, Kylian, and his band of buffoons arrived at the scene. “Thanks, Angel,” Kylian said, gratitude oozing from his voice like slime from a slug. “I'm grateful.” I almost choked on my spit when Angel, my temporary arch-nemesis, suddenly transformed into my unexpected savior. He stood between Kylian and me, like a human shield, his stance as protective as a mother grizzly bear defending her cubs.“What is the meaning of this?” Kylian demanded, his voice ringing through the air like a toddler's tantrum in a quiet library. I couldn

MAMA’S FACE POPS INTO MY HEAD EVERY night, like a late-night TV show, just as I’m about to drift off. I see her smile, all soft and gentle like a moonbeam, and her eyes, full of love, like a mug of steaming hot chocolate. But then, the memories come flooding back, and bam! It’s time for another guilt-marathon. That day started like any other. Mama – bless her soul – was facing down two monsters, Alzheimer's and cancer. Her skin was as pale as a ghost, and her once-lively hair clung to her head like soldiers in a war. But her eyes, man. They still had that spark, like she knew something the rest of us didn’t. “Can you come with me to the store?” Mama asked in a voice as delicate as a butterfly’s wing. There I was, hooked on my game, fingers moving over the controller like a piano virtuoso on energy drinks. My buddies egged me on through the headset, and I was this close to the taste of sweet, sweet victory. “Mama, can you hang on a sec? I'm in the middle of something,” I s

PEERING INTO ANGEL'S EYES, IT WAS LIKE looking into a sad, deflated birthday balloon of his soul. And boy, was he in a pickle! “Listen, pal,” he said, desperation leaking from every pore, “I need your help! This whole vampire thing is ruining my life and I wanna be the boss of it, not the other way around. I’m sick of being a fanged horror story.” I gave him the old once-over, feeling sympathy for this guy, all twisted up inside. He saw himself as a total monster, leaving chaos in his wake like a clumsy bull in a china shop. He thought he was cursed to leave bloody fang marks everywhere he went. Talk about a recipe for guilt! “I hear you,” I said with a sigh, feeling his pain down to my toes. “You’re carrying a ton of baggage and the past is hanging onto you like a leech on a swimmer. But, you know what they say—even the darkest night has to split when the sun comes up. There’s always hope, even for the vampire who lost his way.” I patted his shoulder, all friendly-like. “You h

CHLOE'S LAUGHTER RANG OUT LIKE A BELL. “Werewolf and Vampire hunters? You've got to be kidding me! Are you guys pranksters or something?” Kent's brow furrowed, his voice dropping an octave. “We're not here for laughs, girl. We're all business.” Ben, standing tall and stoic beside him, offered a firm nod of agreement. Chloe shrugged, her amusement waning like a birthday balloon with a slow leak. Kent leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of urgency and curiosity. “Haven't you heard? People have been dying under suspicious circumstances – bites on their necks and not a single survivor… except for you.” Chloe's face paled, her lower lip quivering like a sapling in a storm. “I-I'm not sure what happened…” she stammered, shaking her head in confusion. With a compassion that belied his no-nonsense demeanor, Kent softened his tone. “For your safety, and the safety of Shadowvale, we need you to tell us who – or what – bit you.” His gaze locked onto Chloe's, unwavering and int