(Izobel’s POV)It was after seven when Amber and Nolan came to pick me up from the hotel, but I told our parents I would not stay for the night, and they knew where to find me if they needed me. After our late lunch at the restaurant, I went back to the office and did not return to him. What’s the point of going back when he couldn’t give me answers?If he wasn’t meant to hunt and kill my family, or Mirela’s not engaged with him, the possibility of bringing him and Nolan with us would be big, like a hundred percent. Leaving this place and living in another would never be the same because it would not be easy to forget Ethan. My heart would always ache for him, wanting to be with him, and I doubt if I would be able to find another man to love.Love… I heaved a sigh, forgetting about that unfortunate word.I knew Ethan would look for me, but with a place even my family did not know, he wouldn’t be able to find me. I leaned my back on the overly sized branch of the oldest tree in the fo
(Izobel’s POV)“Hello, Anastacia!” I greeted and smiled, but there was an edge to it.She raised her eyebrows, not expecting to see me in the hotel. I was sure she looked shocked and studied me from head to toe about three times.“You did not change,” she uttered, almost in a whisper, her eyes still squinting.Anastacia was popular in high school, and I bet she would still be popular among our batchmates if the school would hold a reunion now. She was the same Anastacia, the much better version that men would probably fantasize about, having an alluring beauty and hot sexy body.“Why, Anastacia? Are you expecting me to grow tentacles?” I smirked and raised my eyebrows at her.The clerk at the front desk pressed her lips to suppress a chuckle and lowered her gaze, pretending to focus on the screen of her computer monitor.“No!” She hissed. “I’m expecting you to have wings and fangs.” She sneered as her nostrils flared in annoyance. “Fix this,” she said.I walked toward Anne’s side, che
(Izobel’s POV) Ethan leaned in closer to Anastacia, gazing into her eyes with ardent awe. He bent his head, molded his lips into hers, and kissed her fiercely. She entwined her hands around his neck, arching her body to him, begging and pleading for more from him. As if Ethan’s body knew her needs, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him and touching her skin. She started moaning, whispering his name when his hands moved under her shirt. He parted her mouth, gliding her nose to her neck, and then his lips curved into a playful smile and looked at me. My eyes flickered, and for a second, I thought our eyes met. That was creepy!Although I am the creepy one...My forehead furrowed, but that could be just my imagination. No human would ever know I was watching them from afar. I released a heavy sigh as I continued to watch my neighbor making out with his girlfriend.I propped my elbows on to
(Izobel’s POV) The drive to school was quiet, so I made sure to keep them away from my thoughts. Connor was actually correct, Amber and I could just run to school, and it was way faster than driving. One thing, though, I could enjoy the scenery as I sat at the back. I never joined their argument as to who will drive or sit in front. I would plop myself in at the back and wait for who won to be on the driver’s side.Springville Town is a not-so-quiet rural area. Before migrating to another place or another country, Dad would ensure he thoroughly researched the site, making sure no pack nor coven lived in the area to smell or know us. He said this place was somehow special because of the stories that the incredible lake I am seeing now, that sparkles with pearl when the sunlight hits the water, was a hell portal.We would usually hate it whenever he started his story with ‘Long time ago...’ because Dad is already one hundr
(Ethan’s POV)Izobel... Ah! That’s her name! She seemed to have her thoughts somewhere. It was too late for me to stop Anastacia. She had already glided her foot on her way, and our new classmate tripped, but her face did not fall on the floor, to my surprise. Her books dropped on the floor, but she quickly held on to the table opposite to mine, and her other hand was on top of my upper thigh.A sigh of relief escaped my mouth for two reasons. First, she did not fall, and second, her other hand fell and grasped for balance on my upper thigh, not on my manhood. It would be more embarrassing for both of us if it went up a little farther.Our eyes met, and for a while, I was mesmerized by how beautiful her eyes were. I blinked when she looked down like she was disconnecting from me. My parents were excited about having a new neighbor, and when they arrived last night, as my Mom talked to their mom, I saw her getting out of the house, la
(Ethan’s POV)I swallowed a bit of air as I lowered my gaze at Izobel’s plump lips. She has no lipstick, but her lips were glossy because of the lip gloss she had on. I glanced at her eyes, and I was taken aback by how she was looking at me intensely. The pupils in her eyes intensified that I could not help breathing on her, wanting to move closer to her face. An inch away from her, I looked again at her mouth. She has this magnet, a type of magnetic force that draws me closer to her.Half an inch. My heart was thumping against the inside of my chest.I could feel her breathing against my face, making me more drawn into her. I could not focus on anything else, only on her lips.“Ethan Wilson!” exclaimed Ms. De Leon, catching us both off guard. I turned my direction to our teacher, and she was giving us a look, and her raised eyebrows warned me to explain myself.I brushed my hand through my hair, blushing, a
(Izobel’s POV) Alaric, my Dad, looked surprised when he saw me coming home early. His eyes flickered at the time in the vintage wooden wall clock mom had bought when we lived in Germany years ago, and then he arched his eyebrows to give me a once-over.‘Everything alright, baby?’ He asked without opening his mouth. He was sitting still in the dark grey leather egg lounge chair with a newspaper in his hands. If he didn’t pretend to breathe, he could pass as a gorgeous ultra-realistic mannequin sitting in our living room. I shook my head, but my face could tell it all. I plonked my bag and books on the floor as I plopped lazily on the couch. “These Gen Z peeps are making me crazy,” I said aloud.“Hmm...” He murmured, his eyes squinting. “You never complained in the past before,” He put down the newspaper and studied me like I was a shrink’s patient lyin
(Izobel’s POV)I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Mrs. Benson write the word werewolf in all capital letters on the board. I winced, looking at our teacher in Sociology. When she entered the classroom a while ago, I found her cute, even in her plump body shape. She has this curly brown hair that matches her round face, and her dimples appear when she smiles. I think she even looked pretty in her red dress, but when she started to talk about something they all considered as a myth or folktales, I now see her an apple talking in front of the room. ‘Why are we talking about a werewolf? Am I in the wrong class?’ I asked Amber sitting across the room. On our second day in school, she was already one of the popular girls, a part of Anastacia’s group. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the popularity of someone who needed to find a vacant chair to sit on in my every class, and at times if I’m lucky, I would be bullied.