Mmesoma Annabel

Humans, Werewolves and Vampires signed a truce hundreds of years ago since the last war of 2000 that left them almost extinct.
They attend schools together, work in the same places, have joint ceremonies. What the elders doesn’t permit is intermarriage, it’s a forbidden relationship.
On their eighteenth birthday, a tattoo Mark of either their helper, mate or half soul emerge on their bodies each the exact replica of the other, the tattoos are sacred since it’s only two people that shares the unique mark.
What will happen when a human prince gets two different marks the morning of his eighteenth birthday?, Read to find out!!!! 


Written On Stones

“You better not. Do you know how afraid I was when you mentioned the word poison?

If it were to have happened, I won't have my head on my neck by this time tomorrow.”

What he's saying is true, he might be beheaded if being found dead.

There's still hope for the blossoming relationship between your neck and your head,” I teased.

That got him smiling, "they're grateful about that”.

He clapped his hands "since you weren't poisoned as we earlier thought, we have breakfast to catch if you don't mind”, he walked into my closet, coming out minutes later, and he dropped the clothes on his hands on the bed.

“It's time to choose your outfit of the day”, he spread his arms, gesturing at the clothes on the bed.

“ You can leave now, I will alert you when am through with my bath”, I walked towards the bedroom “close the door behind you”

It's not difficult for him not to leave the doors ajar for all to see into.

“I will take my humble leave”, he walked out the door, closing the door firmly behind him.

That's a first, he doesn't and will never shut a door whenever am around, and I'm always around.

Lathering my body with soap made me imagine Blondie's hands on me, caressing me as the water is now, his hands going down towards me.

I broke up from my illegal thoughts.

Why am I thinking of a werewolf-like that?

Not to mention, he was the same person I thought must have poisoned me with his delicious meal.

Relationships between species are not supported, they're considered taboo, not that there have been, but it's a forbidden act.

If my father were to get a whiff of my thoughts, he might shit his pants.

His innocent son thinking not innocent thoughts will make him blush like a teen who saw his crush.

I can't afford to get lost in uncharted territory.

I wore my favourite jeans with a tank top, this is one of the perks of schooling at the academy, you get to wear casual clothes three times a week and your school uniform only twice.

Three times a week is more than I was allowed at home.

Many would have thought I was given enough privileges since I was homeschooled, but that's not the case.

Father was strict on the dressing code allowed in the palace, even while sleeping in the palace, I wear a customized royal sleeping gown, to impress those I meet in my dreams, probably.

I only get the privilege of wearing casual clothes every Ramta day since it's the day we visit mom's grave, he allows me the respite for my mom's sake.

He loved her even until death, allowing me to wear the casuals I like is his show of love to mother since he knows mother never denies me anything.

She does everything in her powers to make me feel loved, and boy did I feel so much love.

Chapter 23