The school chime rings, indicating to the students that it’s time for lunch. They enthusiastically pack up their things, which is the precise inverse of mine. I ascent a deep sigh then inertly gathered my notes from my table. I waited for them to induce out some time recently. I trailed behind a swarm of students hurrying towards the school’s famous cafeteria.   Luckily, I survived and managed to get out of that place without getting crashed or hit by someone. As my vision stayed on the ground, I bit my lip, watching my feet step forward. I’m back at the university again. Some of my professors asked me how I had been because they had heard I was gone for a week. I just stated I got hit by a bus, and I managed to live.   Carls was unrefined quiet. There are times he would look at my way, but the minute our eyes locked, he’ll look away as if he had seen something horrendous. The colors of his face depleted, and whenever I tried to talk to him,

My heart was throbbing intemperately, my palms were sweaty, and my muscles were cold. Even if I shook the anxiety away, that doesn’t stop my mind from thinking. I glanced sideways from my shoulders. I walked up through the school hallway, shooting a gaze at the person who’s been tailing me. His hands are inside his pockets, and his side profile is breathalyzing from this view. When he slowly peered when he felt I was watching him, our eyes clasped together in a moment when the objects around us suddenly disappeared, and he’s the only person I could vision. I slug down the lump in my throat. He’s observing me closely. I feel like I’m caught beneath his profound gaze, which can take any person’s breath away. I looked out and just focused my attention on the ground. I was maintaining a strategic distance from him. Reason? Well, there’s a lot to take down notes. He’s a serial killer. We all know se

I gaze at the ceiling, my heart beating like a drum. My internal parts tumble, and my inner part between my legs is sore. I gradually looked down at the man gently resting on my stomach. His arms are resting over my right breast, measuring it like a bra. I breathed out an overwhelming sigh at that point played with his hair, dumbfounded.  His words are playing inside my head, like rehashed verses I have listened to from a song. Although, it’s clear what he is relating, still, I can’t acknowledge it. I have my reasons. A casualty and executioner don’t go along. Even though he set me free and chose to let me live my life, that doesn’t mean something is going on between us. I have questions. A lot of them, actually. Why? Why me? Why all of a sudden? Is he for real? Isn’t he joking? A cold-heartless murderer like him? I don’t want to judge since I don’t know his story. He’s hard to read. I kno

“He’s going to lose.” “What is he thinking? Wagering for his wife? Is that a mad man?” “He’s doing it on purpose.” Ethan set down his wager. The group of onlookers puff, stupefaction because of the amount. Two cards were dealt with him by the trader. His brows wrinkled while scrutinizing the cards. My vision is getting dim due to my tears falling perpetually. I didn’t fight back as I just acknowledged the reality that he was gambling on me. He has chances of losing based on the mass reaction and unsatisfying scowls. “YES!” Alejandro punched his fist in the air. The sweats on his forehead are forming. His eyes are dilating with so much exhilaration. I lowered my eyes on the ground, watching my tears drop on the floor. The audiences are getting chaotic as they applaud and

He’s on a chase, again. He can’t survive without devouring someone’s blood and substance. I have to do something to stop this. The police are still on the look for him. They concluded that the suspect for the four missing people is Ethan in his wolf form. When they find out he’s a person who he’s cursed, the military will go search for him. My muscles were debilitated as I shook my head. “Natasha? What’s wrong, dear?” I gradually looked at Mrs. Johnson before I ran past next to her. She hollered at my name, asking where I was going, but I didn’t look back. I hastily went for my wallet and raged out of the loft. I didn’t mind if people looked at me like a runner doing a marathon. I need to get to him quick before somebody might see him. What is he even thinking? Why is he killing innocent people again? I thought he was going to change? “Hey! Watch it!&r