HER MIND HALTED AT THE SUDDEN AND INCOMPREHENSIVE OF MICHAEL. Harlow didn't have time to register his lips as they heated hers with want. She felt like she had fallen into dream mode again, and her need to kiss Michael was only a hallucination created by her brain to satisfy her.   It wasn't until he gripped her hair tightly and pulled at it, making her grasp and giving him the access he needed, did reality crash down on her.    It was the best feeling in the world.   Immediately, her arms wounded themselves around his neck, and she pulled him closer- not that she needed to with the proximity between them. However, kissing Michael rarely happened, and she was planning on making the most of it. Her lips had never felt this bliss before, and she wanted more, so much more.   Compared to what she imagined, this moment to go was not how she imagined it, this kiss was much rougher, but she liked

"HARLOW, GET AWAY FROM HIM?" Her mother's voice was like a ringing of a warning in her ears, a direct instruction or else. "Move. Away. From. Him. NOW."    "No." Her mother's tone indicated so much foreseeable threat; however, when Harlow's eyes shifted from her mother to the man who laid half-dead on her bedroom floor, she couldn't. It was simple. Her feet were rooted to the ground as Michael's blood-soaked her hands. Murderer or not, he was her Mate and just like he hadn't let her die in those woods, he had abandoned her; she couldn't either.  "Mom, please," she begged with pleading eyes. "He needs our help."   Harlow couldn't help but notice the harshness within her own mother's eyes. They were dark, and it was obvious how she felt about Michael; the hate radiated off her in thunderous waves crashing against the shore. "Harlow, he's a murderer."   "He's my Mate." Micheal deserved everything he got in this mo

"HARLOW, SWEETHEART, YOU HAVEN'T EATEN ANYTHING. Is something wrong?" Her Nan asked again for the second time. Harlow cautiously lifted her brown eyes to better glance at her Nan; the wrinkles upon her face had shifted as they manoeuvred her facial expression; worry and concern was the only thing left. "I'm just not hungry anymore." Stretching a forceful smile, Harlow nodded. However, her eyes shifted to the only person within this table that sat next to her Nan, silently sipping on soup. She couldn't believe how unbothered her Mother was acting like she hadn't just been in the same room as Michael Collins. Suddenly, the hunger she felt wasn't for the food but the truth. "May I be excused?"  "Sit down and eat." Nan only nodded; however, the tension didn't go unnoticed. Harlow craved some time alone all of a sudden, but it seemed that it wasn't written in the cards. Her Mother's tone was cold and detached, a command. 

HER FOOTSTEPS WERE SLOW, painfully slow; she dragged them behind her as she made her way to the only place she dreaded, the headmistress office. Harlow's heart had stopped at just the mention of her name; once again, Fate put her in a position where she didn't quite know what to do.  The hallway seemed empty; its dull colour was even more gloomy than usual; something felt odd. Strange even, and she couldn't get rid of the intuitive feeling that something terrible was going to strike her when she least expected it.    The air around her chilled tremendously, and the lights flickered. Immediately her footsteps faltered; a rising suspicion began to cluster her. In the hallway sat ice. A significant, thick frost seemed to cover the walls, sprinkling its cold crystal gems proudly, and her gasp came out in hot huffs as a chill rushed through her; a striking fear engulfed her existence, inherently her head turned around, looking as if she detected s

DAMN, DAMN, DAMN. Time had gotten away from her, and Harlow had become entirely engrossed in the dread within her.'This was bad, really, really bad.'She walked towards the place she called home; her house stood right in front. Ironically, the moon dapples its light upon the place where she thought it was safe. Shinning bright in the darkness, the sun had gone down, and it was then she realised that she had been gone for a few hours. Maybe even a whole day. One thing was sure, it was past her curfew, and her mom would kill her. At this point, she couldn't stop the hate she felt for herself. The fact that these people were making her do something that potentially would endanger her family and friends' lives had her fuming. Yet, at the same time, she was scared. Harlow stopped and thought of a way she could get away from the man following suit behind; another obvious thing was that he knew Michael. Which wasn't much of