Novels by Polyana Leão

With Morgan in the car, Winston discovered that not only was she audacious, but she was also greedy. He quickly noticed the receipt for the Starbucks purchase, and like any normal child, he didn't hesitate to order. After several tantrums and punches along the way, accompanied by a fake cry, he eventually took her for a drink there, which took fifteen minutes before she chose a Classic Chocolate. Finally, sometime later, they returned home, although it was still mid-afternoon, Seattle was already exhibiting more mature weather, and along with that, more rain.He decided to install the mufflers while the girl took a bath, the loud noise of the shower would prevent her from hearing any suspicious noise, it was the gap she needed. The installation was a success, everything was now officially prepared, and this included the various cameras, which he had already installed from the beginning, and was ready to finally fulfill their purpose: monitoring.For the first time in his life, Winston

After that topic, in which he was now sure she had the phobia, he decided to go deeper into family matters. To his surprise, she was not at all uncomfortable talking about the death of her parents, she was a child who had already fully overcome her grief, and this was somehow frightening; she seemed too sensitive to the surrounding things, to face her in a situation that should make her cry instead of smile, was very curious; either she was a child who was well resolved about death, or else she pretended very well that she was calm. If it were the first option, Winston would have a high chance that would kill everyone in the final test, death didn't shake her, and he, as her current caregiver, could work very well with that.Finally, she went to bed, and he returned to his office. He kept her makeshift chart next to Turner's and Foster's charts. In his notebook, he searched for a few stores in town, stores that stocked large-scale sound mufflers because he would need them, in the base

About an hour later, the girl, already seated at the table, was enjoying a fried chicken, which, by the way, was well done, well done. The rice was sticky, and the beans lacked salt; she considered complaining but eventually remembered that this would wipe the fake smile – which she didn't know was fake – off his face."It's a… delicious… uncle!" she commented as she chewed and closed her eyes to disguise the bitterness the chicken had. "Aren't you going to eat?" she asked, noticing that he hadn't put an extra plate on the table."Come on. I know it's shit, I don't usually cook.""You said it was healthy," she reminded him. He hesitated for a few seconds."Yes, which means I eat it, not that I think it's good, there are differences, little girl.""But you said you didn't use to cook, not that it wasn't good," he looked at her seriously, dumb, and beastly she wasn't, they had the same blood anyway, if he considered himself so smart, evidently his niece would be too."Brush your teeth a

The biggest difficulty at that moment, would be hiding the basement from the new resident, since the idea of using her as a victim, had failed; that, if of course, she wasn't so "fascinating!" - as he called the teenagers he liked —, and he would know soon enough, evidently he would love to have an exclusive therapy session for her daily, even if she wasn't going to go through the post kidnapping trauma process, or the rest negative than the others, she still could be used in the final project, unlike the others, he had over her, much more control and dominance, that is, she would be victim zero, the most manipulated of all. For a moment, as Winston mentally plotted this plan, while watching her tidy up the room, he wished for a brief second that it would be good to be wrong in his thesis and that, with this, she wouldn't kill anyone, and no one would kill her, total survival. She abandoned that conclusion the next second when she imagined that it would be much more exciting if she ki

Winston took much of the food he had taken to the basement kitchen and transferred it to the main kitchen, he was going to give the impression that he was healthy and eating well. Pure lie. There were plenty of rooms in the house, not counting the new ones that remained in the basement. He didn't plan to show the place to Chelsea, and there was no reason, the basement only allows storing what nobody cares about, she wouldn't imagine that in that house there would be a “mini house” ready to receive teenagers that would be kidnapped.He sprayed perfume on himself three times, instead of the usual amount. Not only that, but he was ready for their arrival, luckily for him, visitors like coffee, so he took the time to spray some sweet, just the way he liked it. He filled the house with the scent of lavender and made everything as beautiful as possible. He also transferred a complete set from one of the new bedrooms to the guest room. Luckily, the giant room he had made on the second floor

He crossed the last street before finally reaching the school, frustrated that he couldn't think of anything in time. Improvisation, that's what was left for plan C.Winston usually drove fast, and because of the time he arrived at school, he didn't have to pay much attention to this while parking the car, there were never any people, never any cars leaving or entering. That day, something was different, there was a car that shouldn't have been there.With the car parked in the usual spot – penultimate, bottom – he made his way to the principal's office where he found Principal Brooke busy, attending to the possible owner of the intruding car."Ah, Mr. Connel, we've been expecting you," said the director, getting up and signaling to sit down. "This is Chelsea Miller," she pointed to the guest, who smiled and turned to the man."She held out her hand to greet him, and he politely returned it, still confused. "Pleased to meet you," he said and sat down."We've been expecting you, Mr. Co

The truck had arrived in a sort of warehouse. There were a few gray, empty rooms. The place was quiet and there were some men already waiting for the truck. The rangers were present, the same ones who had taken care of the incidents involving wolves. This was not a good sign. When the truck arrived, one of the guys got down and went to meet the rangers.“How many did you guys get?” one of the guards asked. “Hopefully more than the other times.”“We found three gray wolves, boss,” he replied, showing respect to the man in front of him. “They're back there, sedated. Would you like to see them?” he asked. Two guards then approached the truck, where the other boys got off and opened the back, revealing the wolves, unconscious.“Do you think they're too wild?” the guard asked, taking a closer look.“This one here seemed more aggressive than the others,” the boy replied, pointing at Jack. “That one seems more docile. That other one showed up later,” he continued saying, pointing to Evan and

CASSIE'S POVFelice had more stamina than I did. We ran through the woods for so long that we reached an area that had no signal. I was thinking that maybe this was not such a good idea, but my thoughts were on Jack, and I was certain that Felice's were on Kurt.We didn't know what we were looking for, we just knew that we were. I didn't know that area, and neither did Felice. We just kept walking for a while longer, eating the foods that we knew were not harmful to our health. We spotted some wild animals, but still harmless. In the background, we were waiting for Susan, so we could know where to go, although Susan didn't have a clear view of where they should be.“Do you think we'll be able to save them?”, Felice asked me, while we were still walking.“I hope there's still time to do that, to be honest. I feel like something is wrong, I can't explain it very well, but I feel like something is happening,” I replied to her.“So you feel it too?” she told me. “I was worried that I was

JACK'S POVKurt still hadn't returned. It had been a while, so I began to think that he wouldn't show up anymore. At least that's what I assumed. Although he disappeared that night, sometimes I would wake up again and regain control. It only lasted for a very short time. I didn't have that much control. I was always well-fed. At least I made sure I at least had a sense of where I was. Still far from humans, I mean, far enough.I used to show up only in the morning. During the night, I didn't come back. My fears were still about killing someone. As I already knew, my wolf was quite capable of this, I didn't doubt anything.Once I smelled a wolf approaching. I was invisible inside my wolf, feeling and observing everything, but not making any decisions. The smell came closer and closer to me, until finally, it appeared in front of me. Evan was in front of me. I watched the gray wolf take Evan's human form. His hair had grown long and his physique remained the same. He didn't look so happ

CASSIE'S POVFelice was still processing the information when I told her about Kurt. I didn't expect her to believe or accept it right away. I expected her to believe me because I needed her, as did Kurt.“Are you saying that Kurt is a wolf? That doesn't make sense,” she said. “Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I want to believe you, Cassie,” she told me. I felt the sincerity in her words.“I can't prove it to you yet, Felice. I doubt what I know and what I've seen, but I can't deny it anymore. There is a witch in the story, and she came to see me and showed me some things that confirmed this,” I told her. “Yes, there is a witch too, excuse the confusion. I've been dreaming too, and all this has not let me live in a vacuum anymore. I want to go after Jack.”“He's an outlaw, Cassie,” she told me. “I understand you're worried, but he's a wanted man, and he's missing, no one knows where he is.”“Kurt is missing, Felice. Don't you want to know where he is?”, I asked her, trying to convinc

JACK'S POVWolves communicate through images. As wolves, Kurt and I would just show images to each other, and most of the time we could only do this with what was around or near us. In the beginning, we were even able to share thoughts of humans, like memories. Kurt had already shown me things about Felice, and I had shown him things about Cassie. As the days went by, the tendency of human thoughts faded away. Like the rest of the situation, I didn't know if Kurt was going through the same changes. I was worried by the day.When Evan's visits stopped, Kurt and I began to migrate more territory. We even crossed a few avenues into other woods. When we realized that we were close to places we knew, we moved away. We had to forget our past. Cassie had never left my mind. Whatever happened, she always appeared again. I knew that even in that animal form, I would still remember her. I had forgotten the flavors of everything I consumed, like pizza and coffee, but her, I couldn't forget. Occa

CASSIE'S POVI received an alert from the nurse minutes before Felice arrived at the clinic. Knowing that she was coming made me very anxious, as I knew that the officers would soon be there as well. I still didn't have a concrete plan, if I had a plan at all.No one knew about my current condition except the nurse. I didn't even know his name, but I was truly grateful for what little he did for me. With each minute of waiting, I became even more anxious. It had been a long time since I had spoken to her, I just listened. I wondered why I had never dared to talk to her during all the visits I made. Maybe I was the problem. Maybe I didn't trust people the way I should have. Both Jack and Felice deserved my trust. If I were Jack, I would have kept a secret like that too, for that, I couldn't blame him, although every time I remembered the dialogues with Susan I felt more and more that there was nothing to forgive in Jack. He was a good person.Felice opened my bedroom door in the most d