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Chapter Thirty-Three
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Hector and I were both outside around the fire. I was helping him with the ingredients while he cooked. He was telling me about his fun childhood and how he never used to get along with Lucia up until high school. Apparently they fought a lot and according to him she was always on the wrong. But they managed to get over their differences. His stories were funny. Especially when the twins used to conspire against him. He made me laugh half the time. I couldn’t even concentrate on what to give him and almost spoilt the food. “So tell me. What was your childhood like?” He asked me. “Not as fun as yours.” I chuckled. Talking about my childhood would mean talking about my mother. I did not feel like ruining this special moment with my crying. “Oh, come on. Nothing fun with Ken?” Hector was stirring the pot. The ingredients swam and twirled with the movement. It smelt really good. “Well, this happened when we were very little.” I started. “Ken had a crush. Her name was Sarah. She was ou
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Hector and I went on for two more rounds before taking the fun into the little house and going one more round then falling off to sleep. I was so exhausted after that, but I couldn’t erase the smile on my face. It was the best feeling ever. Especially because I gave myself to someone very deserving. I felt like I was swimming in pleasure. Hector taught me different sex positions, he was talking dirty, he even stopped once to ask me if I was ok and if I was enjoying myself. He really cared to know because it meant a lot to him. He meant a lot to me. We were officially an item. Hector was finally my boyfriend. I did not know why it had to take us marking in order to make this official but I was just glad we were. In the morning we were tangled up in each other’s arms. He had woken up before me and was admiring me with a cute smile on his face. “Hey.” My sleepy voice cracked. He chuckled lightly before replying with his own, ‘Hey’. “Your morning breath is giving me second hand nausea
Crescent Reflection Chapter Thirty- Six
The dinner table was worse than awkward this time around. The tension was so real I felt like puking. Uncle Michael was stealing suspicious glances at me. I could decipher sheens of sweat coating his forehead, but it wasn’t enough to gather and run down his face. He was nervous… worried. I think Ken felt the tension as well. His eyes bounced from me to his father then me again. I did not even have to look at him to know he was watching. I don’t know what made me to unceremoniously drop the cutlery and walk out. I thought being with Hector would’ve helped me overcome what I saw this man do, but that was not the case. Being in his presence was hard. I did not know if it was my place to tell aunt Courtney but maybe leaving clues or hints will give her the idea to do her own research on him. I don’t know. But the scamming part I am definitely on to him about. He could go ahead and destroy his evidence I don’t care. He had to be stopped. Innocent people’s money was being taken. This just f
Crescent Reflection Chapter Thirty-Seven
I had woken up at home in my bedroom. I did not remember much of what happened and my head was pounding. Annalise gave me something warm to eat. The stress in her eyes were creating wrinkles and she was taking the news just as hard as I was. My bet would be that uncle Michael will hold Ken hostage and demand for a ransom from aunt Courtney. I did not see this coming. Annalise told me she called aunt Courtney and she would be here by tomorrow. I had a bad headache from all of this. Hector came by in the afternoon to check up on me. He told me that the body found outside town was not Ken’s body, so that was a relief. “Is there anything you could do? Is there another way we could help?” My voice had disappeared along with the little hope I had when he replied with a soft no. I sighed and slept it off. He had left when I woke up again. Annalise was serving me supper. I had no appetite left. How was I supposed to behave normally not knowing where my brother was? Food tasted weird in my m
Crescent Reflection Chapter Thirty-Eight
Aunt Courtney had returned the following day. Ken was discharged and uncle Michael was discharged as well and sent to the police station for questioning. Ken’s mother looked defeated when she heard the full story. The police came over to tell her everything and she looked like she did not know a thing. She was so heartbroken that she burst into tears immediately the police left the compound. Ken hurried to console her and Annalise also had a look of disbelief in her eyes. Uncle Michael was the one that employed her and treated her well, she never knew a man like him could do such a thing to his own family. Aunt Courtney said I’m not grounded anymore and that I need to take the day off from school tomorrow. Which meant this whole week I was only going to school on Friday. I was tired of skipping school. I did not sign up to be mates with a werewolf and fighting witches. I just wanted to be a normal teenager going to school and doing normal stuff. All of this shouldn’t even be real but
Crescent Reflection Chapter Thirty-Nine
School came by fast. Monday morning, I had to drag myself and move around like a ghost. Mrs. Pierce was trying to talk to me however, I was blank, motionless and kept drifting to daydreaming. My mind would wander off to the different possibilities of ‘What If’s’, distracting my reality and forcing me to believe that things would’ve been better if they were a certain way… then blaming myself afterwards because I never got to use those many different ‘What If’s’. I was trapped in my own thoughts, and wanted to be alone and drown myself in them… But a particularly nosy Hector would always come to the rescue to pull me out. He understood the phase I was going through. He said he had been there before and it was not a nice place. He even gave it a word. Depression. Was I depressed? I did not know. I did not feel it. Maybe it was because I had become numb to the feeling since I had been swimming in it for years. It showed itself to me in a different way though. A way that disguised itself
Crescent Reflection Chapter Forty
“You look like you could use a drink.” The old lady before me commented. I guess she was right. My feelings in the real world had melted into this world. I was more at peace here though. Like I could escape and not feel bad for it. Like I could just not care at all and relax. “Mabel is in London.” Sofia alerted. “She went there to see her fellow witch. One that will help her with the spell.” “Seems she won’t be around for a while.” I huffed. That meant I could breathe for a minute. “It does not mean you should keep your guard down. There is a lot that needs to be done.” “Like?” “You need to travel to my house to retrieve something it’s a book. A spell book.”“I’m not trying to be like you.” I sat up quickly, startling wolfie a bit. “You are just going to do the spell to hold her back. And there are other spells that will assist in protecting whoever will be involved. I’ll show you how to.” She offered. My mind ran a marathon in a second. The calculations were buzzing in my hea
Crescent Reflection Chapter Forty-One
I blocked, ducked and tried my best not to fight back. I was doing more defending than offending. Felisha was hell bent on beating me up. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mabel did something to her family that made her think that I deserved the beating she was offering. She was filled with rage when she attacked. Too bad she was just slightly slower than me, making her not much of a challenge. I had managed to survive ten minutes without hurting or getting hurt. She on the other hand was becoming more and more pissed off and unpredictable. I was doing well until… I did not see it coming. The blow to my lower abdomen. It emptied out all the air in my lungs. Tears stung my eyes and as I tried to do some breathing exercises. It wasn’t working. I wanted to payback. I wanted her to feel how I felt. “Oh, so you are weak as I predicted. You can’t even take a blow.” Felisha commented low enough for only my ears, but that was loud enough for Hector’s ears as well. I swallowed hard and stood up fro
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