IWillNotGiveIn

Chapter Three: He’s More Than What He Seems    You were currently staring at your closet full of clothes—and internally screaming.    Everything. Everything. Everything was wrinkled to the point of no return.    At least, no return unless you washed literally all of it, which sucked because your parents hadn’t bought the washing machine or dryer yet. This is what I get for stuffing all my clothes into boxes, you thought as you cursed this move. What should I do now…?    You took out your phone and called your mother, since both she and your dad weren’t home. They had gone out for groceries since the kitch

The town, miles away, was being washed in the warmth of sunlight.  Clouds were approaching from over a mountain range, but it would be awhile until they were blessed with rain for crops and their reserve supply.  The celebration was still going on, with no end in sight.  The villagers were peacefully and happily dancing any troubles they could have had away.  Normally, a small house that  was known as ‘home’ to five brave souls would be full of food and laughter.  Maybe empty for a few minutes so the residents could join everyone outside in the beams gifted from the sun. But unknowingly to their fellow friends and villagers, that

Sunlight. Never before had it been so unwelcome. You could feel the bright rays beating against your eyelids, coaxing you, no, more like coercing you to open your eyes. You weren’t ready though; not at all. Firstly, you had hardly slept a wink last night between your racing thoughts, consuming guilt, and anxiety attacks over what had transpired just last night. Second, you would have to leave the room some time, the thought of which was already so overwhelmingly stressful that you wanted to explode. How were you supposed to act? What were you supposed to say? “Hi sorry for betraying your trust, going through your most precious bel

Part II – "These wounds won't seem to heal; this pain is just too real." – Evanescence Romano reached for his handgun on the table and pointed it at Arthur. Arthur wrapped his arm around my waist, brought another arm to my neck, and took a few steps back in one quick motion. Romano stopped himself from shooting; even if they were bullets filled with  Holy Water , they still affected humans, just like a regular bullet. "I wouldn't Romano." Arthur smirked as he took a whiff of my scent, "You Hunters all smell divine, it's no wonder the Nordic vampires have taken a liking to you." "What are you talking about eyebrows!?" Romano ye