They have arrived in the mansion. Rachel was surprised that Dylan had taken her directly in his place rather than to hers. She looks about like a fish out of water, her eyes big as saucers as she marvels at the place. The incredible lighting fixtures reflected on her eyes. She also noticed that despite the extravagance, its modern touches, the tall, wide, and shiny panes that would welcome and greet the morning ray of sun every day. The coral white painted rock walls, with their colors seasoned by time, seemed to belong exactly where they were, as if they had sprouted directly from the hallowed earth itself. It appears that the mansion was constructed before her great grandparents were even born. Dylan admitted his age to her, and it won’t be surprising that he had this place constructed centuries ago. For a fleeting moment, she even wondered if this place could also be considered as hunted as well, just like she had seen on a most old house that was built before the war. What was Dy
It was already too late for her to take back the words she had said as Dylan didn’t squander any second to pass on and shut the space among them and slammed his mouth on hers. Gradually, enthusiastically kissing her. The low snarl from his throat debilitated her knees and caused her to depend entirely on his strength so that she would not collapse on the floor. Not that she minds at all. Finally, Rachel let go of all of her apprehensions, her worry, and forgot everything that was holding her down, and kissed him back. The time seems to slow down around them. The world began to slip away. So unexpected, yet deep down, she knew this was going to happen. So hot. The heat of his touch burned through her body like a fire on her flesh, scorching her skin. So perfect. He was perfect. Their mouths were flawlessly formed against one other as if they had been created perfectly by the sky above. Rachel has never received a kiss like this before in her life. She had no idea what to anticipa
Somewhere in the mountain lands on the 14th century..... On the crest of a mountain, a small village inhabited by a group of extraordinary people who can transform into enormous wolves. They referred to their small community as a “pack,” which is led by an “alpha” chief. The majority of their dwellings were constructed entirely of straw, hay, and wood. A massive fire blazes in the dead of night, rapidly consuming highly flammable materials down into ashes. Frantic shouting and wailing drown by the ferocious crackling of the burgeoning massive fire. Few men attempted to extinguish it with a wooden bucket filled with water, but their efforts were fruitless, as the angry fire had consumed nearly half of the small hut. The door collapses with a loud groaned, revealing from the inside of the burning hut a slump of a man that is started to stir into awake. “Murderer!” Dylan woke up by the screams of voices surrounding him. The crackling of fire sounds deafening on his ear and a palpab
The year 2021, Present Day.......... In the distance, the gloomy sky was rolling above her as she kneeled over the freshly dug wet dirt. The rain is pelting down in torrents, lashing against her back with ferocity. It’s bitterly cold outside, but that doesn’t seem to bother her as the pain in her heart appears to overpower all other emotions. It has only been a day since they arrive in Bunga. The rest of the refugees who boarded with Lockheed C130 Hercules plane came from the east of Azran. They fled since the communist group had taken control of their country and the government had abandoned its people, leaving them to fend for themselves in the face of overwhelming odds. Rachel and her sickly senior citizen mother were fortunate enough to take the military aircraft as the forces of neighboring countries withdrew their connections with Azrans. It all happened far too quickly. They were only eating their breakfast while watching the news on television, which was reporting on the t
At the tallest building in Bunga City............ Behind the chromic steel spacious desk, beyond the stack of documented papers, stood an imposing man dressed impeccably in a tight charcoal suit that stretches with every movement. Dylan stared to his reflection at the floor-to-ceiling glass windowsill, giving him a full panoramic display of the washed-out blue sky above him and the entire bustling city below. Prominent skyscrapers compete with one another to reach his level, but none have succeeded in surpassing what he had built for centuries. Even after all the years he had spent here in Bunga, the memories of his past still burn in his head like they happened yesterday. The death of his mate, Laura, her smiling face, and her harrowing death. His son, Myro, was still so young when it happened, a pure life that was taken too early. Though he was looking at the sight that stretched ahead of him, his mind flew back towards the memories that haunted him every single day. He can’t eas
Sighing, she pushed her hand to her jeans and was about to pull out her left-over coins when the shirt that the man was wearing began to tear off. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth hung ajar as his body started to swell, getting bigger and bigger, hairs growing all over him, turning into a coat of white fur. Limbs bent awkwardly until it stood in all fours, furry tail spurted out from his coccyx. Rachel was frozen in her place as she witnessed the man turn into a dog-like beast, a humungous beast resembling a wolf. ‘Werewolf? her mind wracked over the fantasy movies she had watched with her mother, especially those mythical creatures. ‘Was I dreaming? Do my eyes were playing tricks on me?’ Couldn’t believe what she just saw, a scream ought to rip from her throat, but she chokes in it and let out a pitchy squeak instead. She tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but it came too late and had the growling wolf already facing her, baring its fangs. As if the world stopped spinning,
While she was busy eating her hot noodles when her phone suddenly vibrated. When she saw the unidentified caller's number flashing on her phone screen, she almost burned her tongue and spit the contents of her mouth back into the cup she was holding. With her brows deeply furrowed, she swipes up the jumping green icon on the screen with her knuckles, and pressing the button to turn on the loudspeaker. “Hello...... ?” The other line spoke first, hesitantly. It was a man. Rachel didn’t answer right away and let the caller finished what he was about to say. “Is this Rachel Dockham?” With wide eyes, she put down the cup to the coffee table and snatched her phone, placing it against her ear. “Yes, speaking.” “Uhm, this is from Cloud-Nine Coffee shop, and you are hired.” The caller said without any other preamble that left Rachel speechless on her seat, her mouth hanging wide open. Her mind currently digesting the good news. “Hello? Miss Dockham? Are you still there?” said from the oth
The city of Bunga is suddenly teeming with life. The high skyscrapers above her enthralled Rachel, so she didn’t notice the middle-aged women coming her way. She was holding a tote bag full of groceries, with a piece of French bread protruding from it. She was so engrossed in her phone conversation that she didn't see her as well and accidently bumped into her shoulder. She almost drops the groceries, but Rachel has quick reflexes and catches the tote before its contents could roll down the road. “Hey, watch out!” She sneered at her. With wide eyes, Rachel bowed and apologized to the woman. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” person with whom she was speaking on the phone. She even overheard some of their conversation as she walked past her. “There’s some dumb bitch who bump into me. Goodness, Robert! The sun is already out, and yet you are still in bed? How was Cassy?” Rachel frowns as she glances at the woman after being branded a bitch. She wanted to chase the woman down and make her apolo