"I can't die now!" Wesley whispers as he alone, takes up thousands of werewolves. He fought till he wasn't strong enough to anymore. As he fought he wondered why he suddenly found himself in a world of werewolves. He begins to hear an audible voice telling a vicious story: AUDIBLE VOICE: The pack of vicious wolves however unrelentingly chase tenaciously after me. I run till I can't anymore. Diving into the silver river, I swim fiercely fast, hoping help would embrace me by chance. This is when I jerk back to consciousness, realizing it was just a nightmare, a terrible one at that. I heave a sigh of relief, optimistic about the day, like a wave of the hand, I quickly forget the bad dream. The sun's rays pierce through the window, making me wince. I groan, rolling away from the light, but it was too late—I am already awake. With a deep sigh, I sit up, stretching and rubbing my eyes. The curtains are open, even though I clearly remember closing them last night. An uneasy frown creeps

AUDIBLE VOICE CONTINUES. After the doctor's pressure they had to alot me some rest time. I had now rested very well and was ready to at least do more chores; since that was the only use I was to them. We were now getting ready for Anna's welcome party. All hands had to be on deck and everything had to be as perfect as possible. "I hope he's on his way already?" "Definitely he should. Please tell the ladies to hurry up with the cooking, he might be here any moment from now" Thanks to my excellent hearing I was able to hear this and more hidden conversations that I needed to hear. I had to put myself in order or I was in hot soup if they found out I still had my excellent hearing. It was finally time for the party to begin. It was indeed a beautiful one. We sat at the table for the exquisite dinner. An outrageously handsome man walked in through the beautiful gliding doors and made his way to sit by my side, when he was gestured to sit by Anna instead. As the dinner went o

"Explain what?" White retorted. "I just wanted to make a new friend huh? Whity whity darling?" Dalzo sniggered. "Take him away! If you'll love to be a male slot then don't drag the goddess of the palace of light into it!" White answered. "And you Nita, thank you for speaking up!" "It's my pleasure your majesty!" She wrote, as she was unable to construct fluent sentences -she was an acute stammerer. "To you Nita, what would you wish that I do for you as a reward for your prestigious actions." The goddess asked. "I'll love to fix my speech." "Awesome! I'd thought you'll mention money!" The goddess laughed. "No your majesty, there are certainly things money cannot buy, and this is one of them." "And what about your friend!?" Turning to her friend, Nita whispers. "O-v-er t-to you!" "Oh your highness I would that you grant my friend's wish, that would gladden us both. I do not have any further requests your highness." "Alright! You may now leave the court, my aids would reac

"A long way?!" "You heard that right!" "I think I have a message." "A message? From who?" "The message seems to be coming from the palace of light." "Is the message from the goddess?" "Doesn't seem so. It reads, 'head back to the palace now!' I know the goddess would never ask us to head back to the palace except for safety reasons knowing how far we are from the palace." "Do you really think so? You don't think atimes sje could make an exception?" "Not for now!" A NOTIFICATION POPPED ON SCREEN. "Player Tempest, brace yourself for your next story test." "Story test? Like the werewolf episode?" Without even giving him a reply, the narration began. I shoved myself out of the busy mist of the bubbling market, I really needed to make it to the training as early as possible. It was already past 4 and the meeting started at 5. Up I rushed through the hallway with the baggage of the groceries I stopped by at the market to get. Going home and coming back to the venue of the sem

NARRATION CONTINUES I signaled gently with my hands and a desperately innocent look on my face. “I’ll love to know who the man is. I saw you with him in the picture on your phone's wallpaper” “That’s my father. Do you know him? Is that the problem?” At this point I couldn’t help but hold her arms softly. As I held her, I watched her countenance to know if I should go ahead or stop. She seemed to like the warm touches my strong hands had to offer-that was a sign to go ahead. “Should I go on with telling you this story or should I just hold it all in” at this point she was so tearful, the tears had welled up and now flowing down her beautiful face. “Oh my goodness! What does the picture on my wallpaper have to do with the fact that you are crying? You are tearing me apart with every tear you are shedding now!” I held her close to my chest. I didn’t know when I planted a deep kiss on her forehead. “I was only 16. My family worked as cleaning staff at the Roth’s mansion. Mr. Davi