Elena.It had been raining for hours now, the steady patter of water against my raincoat long since faded to a dull rush in the back of my mind. The thick wool was almost soaked through. I didn't know if it would ever be dry again.I tramped my way along the rutted, muddy trail in irritated silence. It was supposed to be a full moon tonight. Not that I could tell; the clouds above stopped any light from aiding me on stupid stroll back to the house. I had a torch in my bag- any sensible person does- but God knows it wouldn't light in this downpour.A piercing gust of wind shook the trees above my head, showering my already miserable frame with a fresh deluge. I wiped the water from my eyes with a wet sleeve and tucked a lock of my long brown hair back under the protection of my hood. What I wouldn't give for an umbrella, or a lantern. But I had to be away from the gloominess of the house one way or the other, raining or not.It was even starting to tell a great toll on me as I could no
Mia. I awake with a dull pain underlying the numbness in my right arm, and am enveloped by the stench of drugs, antiseptics and what not. Even before I open my eyes, I already think that I'm not at home. The air is heavy and damp, pressing against my skin like a clammy shroud. Where am I?When I do decide to open my eyes, my vision is sleep-blurred and untrustworthy. All I see are moving shapes of light and dark, of color and shadow-- an indistinct, alien, jig-saw puzzle. I try to rub away the sleep fogging my vision with the fingers of my left hand, the right still feels dead and will not obey my directions. Like a fish of the deep rising to the surface of bright air and sun, I swim up to consciousness out of a dead blank into a whiter world than I have ever seen. The daylight is blinding. I can hear voices very near at hand, as if just behind my ear, talking together quietly in a sorrowful way. Beeping sounds battles with faint chatter as I try to gather my senses. The gray canvas
Elena.We had a very unexpected visit today, from a man that I would be seeing for the first time and yet very scared of. Mr. Deangelo’s father, Alessandro Ferrari. Even though he had been around for hours now, I could not stop myself from sneaking fearful looks his way.The man's forehead was totally covered with deep wrinkles, which were as uneven as his obviously turbulent life. Bushy black and grey brows, frowned from time to time, made these wrinkles even deeper, and all these gave the man's face rather a strict expression. His pointy face was framed with short thinning hair, and one could notice a small bald spot on the top of the head. His side whiskers that began on the temples were coming down to an accurate small beard, which he was always stroking once in a while. It was possible to see a little mole on the outer side of the eye. The mole was creating an optical illusion that made one think that he was screwing up his eyes.Standing in the lounge, cool wind blew into his se
Deangelo.Seeing dad walk in at the exact same time that I was almost contemplating walking up to Elena and kissing the life out of all was sort of relieving yet annoying. I had been watching her take water from the fridge and the way the shirt she was on covered next to nothing on her made me as hard as a rock in less than minutes. I have to also remind her to be a bit covered up when she comes out of her room at nights because, sometimes, it may not be just me that sees her like that, the same exact way that dad had just seen her too.I was loosing my head over Elena but then making any move just kept me feeling like I would be making another grave mistake of my life, it also felty like I would simply be betraying my late wife and my kids if I do try to make this more mutual between us both. I know that doing this would not be hard because even though Elena acts like she is so scared out of her skin of me, I was very sure that she felt something for me too and this feeling is so str
Elena.My feeling of being abandoned intensified as I went about my days in a not so exciting nor alive manner. It soon started to feel like repeated days as each day went by. Early in the morning, I woke up extra early enough so I could go for my morning run which I had taken as a daily ritual now, it just started to make me feel so alive and free like never before and it was making me feel like my strength was also being doubled.When I return, it was always time for the kids to get ready for school whenever it was week days and that was always what I did. Once I succeed in accompany them to school with the guys because alpha had made sure that now that he was away, we went out with enough security, I have chats with Mrs. Cali while trying so hard to start up a conversation with Camila who claimed that she had accepted my apology, yet still gives me cold shoulder that had not gone unnoticed by everyone.Everyday, the alpha made sure that he called and I always found myself eavesdrop
Deangelo.I was on my way to the Grapevine club which was located in the country I had travelled to. As soon as I got there with Luca and my men, I could see the long waiting line, it went around the corner and has about two hundred youngsters waiting to have what they termed ‘fun.’ Many of them looked younger than twenty one and I could already tell that they had the perfect IDs that they think is deceiving anyone but themselves.After what was not a long waiting period for us because of our VIP card, we went in. Two steps inside and we were in a magical world of disco lights, laser beams, and the irreplaceable glow of black lights shinning on people and my body began to get irritated by the loud music and the body heat of hundreds of horny people. As I looked around, I could see beautiful ladies wearing tight outfits that show their body figures-and, sometimes, even more. Everyone was smiling and having such a good time and it was almost as if I was the only one who cared about th
Sofia. It had been two weeks since I was sent way from Ferrari pack and also sacked from being the kids’ tutor, it has also been that exact weeks since I last slept. I looked in the mirror and hardly recognized myself anymore. My face was now gaunt, my cheeks sunken in, and my eyes were hollow. My hair was brittle and lifeless, falling out in clumps. My body was skeletal and sagged, with no energy to keep myself upright. I had lost so much weight since he walked me out of his life. I could barely eat or sleep. I spent my days obsessing over him, replaying our brief interactions in my mind, trying to decipher every word he said, every gesture he made. And this was all because of him. The alpha werewolf who did not even know about my feelings for him. The man who I do not exist to as anything other than his late wife’s best friend and children’s tutor. The man I had been in love with for years, but who had never feel the same way about me. He did not know how I feel about him, how I a
Mia.I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing. It was a school day and I had to get ready quickly so I brushed my teeth, got dressed, and headed downstairs, Diego and Ms. Elena were already eating breakfast when I got there and I simply asked Mrs. Cali to pack mine. As soon as I got dropped off at school, I could already see Andrew waiting at the entrance but I did not want to conclude yet that it was for me because each day, I keep thinking that he would change his mind concerning this friendship thing that we got going. We had become inseparable since I got discharged and resumed back at school. We even had a nickname - the cleaning couple - because we cleaned the toilets together after school for the past three days, it was part of his punishments for some graffiti that he had drawn on school walls. But lately, I had been worried that Andrew might start to not like me anymore. His social standing had decreased since we became friends, and I didn't want to drag him down, I