*Pryce Winsley’s POV*
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“Oh, bloody hell! Why are you both seeming like you’ve been from a war?”
“What happened to you?”
“Are you okay?”
Our human friends greeted us as they all stood up from the couch while worry and panic were written clearly on their faces.
Did they have a sleepover here and are waiting for us? But I feel so happy to know they are okay.
“Well, we have actually been from a war… With monsters, ladies. Mhmm. Lots of monsters.” Blair answered them, wearing her usual big smile, and they all looked at us from head to toe and front to back. Then Andrea looked closely
*** Free Chapter!!!! *** Heyoo! Thanks for reading this book! The final chapters is up next for this story. And then a spinoff will follow soon when I can. Also, check out my other works if you haven't yet, and only if you want to. My book titles are the following: ∆ The Queen And The Freak - (Prequel of this book) ∆ The Nerd DJ ∆ Unfavored ∆ Ghost In Red - (*This isn't a horror story.* XD) ∆ Stuck With The Bossy CEO ∆ Ang Reyna At Ang Abnoy - (Filipino / TagLish Edition of The Queen And The Freak) Thanks a lot, and have a nice day or night ahead! ~Love, Brey
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “Who placed the cat inside the oven?!!!” I heard my mate’s angry voice blaring from the house, particularly in the kitchen, and I wondered what hullabaloo had happened in there this time. The cat? In the oven? That's crazy! I pulled the fishing line and the bait out of the water and kept the line to the reel of my fishing rod. I looked at the bucket beside me with only one fish swimming in it, which Pryce had fished here in our lake after almost half an hour of us doing this tedious stuff out here. She went to check on the kids, and I suppose there is some fuss going on that needs our special attention… as parents. “Bradley? Preston? Get in her
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Everything started with me living a normal, quite luxurious human life. I was fine doing things I used to do, co-manage the academy I inherited from my mother, calling and chatting with my best friend who's a few thousand miles away from me, and meeting with my dad regularly for dinner. And my life unexpectedly turned upside down when I met a lovely but rude girl at my bookstore who had spilled my iced coffee on my chest. She is so damn mean on so many levels. Honestly, she is beautiful, but she's an insolent human being. It's a great turn-off, indeed. Well, that was my first impression of meeting Blair. I did wonder why on that very day I met her, I never thought of anything normal. She has always stayed in my mind, and I dreamed of her every dam
*Blair’s Point of View* --- A familiar painful yet rejuvenating sensation made me hastily open my eyes, and I noticed that all I can see is darkness. But surely, I already have opened my eyes. "Fudge it!" I cursed in surprise as I had carelessly sat up, and my face met a hard surface that made me lie down on my back again while rubbing my forehead. I will undoubtedly have a bruise because of it. Bruise? No way. Where the heck am I anyway? Wait... What happened? Puzzled, confused, and all other sh*tty emotions, I tried to touch my surroundings and hoped that I could find answers. Why can't I see? Am I not in my vampire form? I think I am. I still have my wishing necklace around my neck.
*Blair’s Point of View* --- I gritted my teeth in anger when I felt that there were no signs of life that I could feel below the ground, where my Pryce is buried. This can't be. She is not gone! There is no way! Then I felt my whole being become weaker when I remembered clearly the events that happened before I blacked out. She saved me from being the one that should die. She died because of me. It's all my fault. I should be the one to blame. No, I don't believe at all in that bullsh*t prophecy that she should die. I don't want to think that she is gone. I need to get her out. I need to bring her back to life. I need her because I would be broken without her. And, I don't know what to do and what would happen to me, if so. I can't imagine it. And, I am afraid that I would fall out of control of my own s
*Blair’s Point of View* --- How in the world would Drea become a doctor in just a weekend? No. This is not making sense at all. This doctor could have just the same name as that gay girl who is one of my dearest friends back at the academy, but... It is surely Drea's aura. And... Wait... Jordan? Isn't her girlfriend, Leanne, the head cheerleader's last name is Jordan? Hold on a second. My head is aching. Hmm. What, now? Did they get married? No way. Damn, now this is getting more and more complex. Extensively thinking about unthinkable things is making me weaker. I need blood, and blood bags is what I am here for. I will just deal with this curiosity of mine some other time. I need to revive my mate first, like... right now. Then I decided to go back t
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- Darkness. Darkness is all I see around me. It envelops my whole being to the point that I feel like I am part of it. I don't feel anything, and I can't feel anything around me. Not even my own body, no matter how hard I try to touch anything. Where am I? Why am I unable to see? Have I not opened my eyes? I think I did. Am I in somebody's room where the lights are off? Where is everybody, anyway? Oh, my Blair! Where is she? Where is that freak? While I felt my mind so confused and clueless, I tried to talk, "Hello? Anyone?". I think I need to call for help. What if I am captured again by the...? Werewolves. Yeah, werewolves! They... There were so many of them. I was... I am... one of them. Oh, no.
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Pryce, you're back. Hi!" She greeted me with her face in relief and joy mixed, and she attempted to go near the bed to touch me. And I went to look at her from head to toe, not that I am checking her out, but I kinda really am. Well, doesn't she realize that she is on fire? She could have, right? "Oh, yeah, right. Fudge it! Oh, shit. Why is this not coming off?" She mumbled when she finally saw her situation; while she's been patting the parts of her clothes that have been on fire, yet her hands are also on fire. Nice one, my freak. Then, I just stared in wonder at my mate, who has been panicking while busy trying to kill the flame that surrounds her body. I actually don't know what I should do to help her out. Cheer? Hmm.