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

Reddy gave us a look, but it isn't as cold as the ones he normally sends our way.

I don't want a vampire sucking me dry, I heard it's painful for the unwilling partner except if they're hypnotized.

“Their favourite colours are brown and blue respectively.”

Guy, you're stealing our ideas, get your own.

I said it all in my mind so none hears.

“Their favourite colours are_”, he looked confused," haven't I said their favourite colours yet?” he looked frustrated" what's the essence of saying everything about someone you don't know?, it's pretty rubbish if you ask me”, he made to walk out, but I held him.

I don't know what came over me, all I know is I don't want him to walk out of the class.

There was a collective gasp as I held on to him.

I didn't talk, I just gave him a pleading look when he glared at me.

He flung his hands out of mine, giving me a glare that can freeze a volcano, “don't you dare touch me again!”

I kept my traitorous hand at my back.

It might slap him this time around.

Reddy narrowed his eyes to a slit, “fine, let me get this done with, so I won't feel your filthy hands on me”.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I get a certain peculiar feeling whenever either Blondie or Reddy isn't happy with me, not to talk of the zipping electric feeling I feel down to my toes whenever we make skin contact.

Am I the only one feeling this strangeness, or are we all On the same page?

I've not heard this type of strange feeling before.

I've not touched countless people, true, but I've not gotten this way when I touch others.

Sporadically I get a feeling I've known them or I knew them.

When I am smiling with Blondie, it's like coming home to a home-cooked meal and a happy mother?

I felt a little sting at the remembrance of a mother I wouldn't see ever again.

A mother who was taken from me before I knew what a mother truly is.

A mother who would have been there for me when am at my lowest, a mother that will_

“Black's favourite food is rice”

Blondie said I like rice, and now Reddy is saying I also like rice.

Okay, I will confess I do love rice, especially the fried one and when you add fried eggs to it, you're a darling.

That yet didn't shed light on why they thought am a rice person.

I didn't order rice this morning, then why will they say I love eating rice, not I am trying to deny it but_?

“He prefers it fried, they are his favourite”, he looked at the audience.

Chapter 44