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

Based on the way he was looking at me I can tell he doesn't believe me one bit.

I kept my face as neutral as I can, trying yo avoid looking at the teasing colors who took my serious look as a cue to make some funny move.

Before I can register what was about to happen, a laugh escaped my mouth.

The colors were now bumping butts( if the have one, I think that's where there's will be) together in tune to a music only the can hear.

"Why are you laughing? what's funny?", he asked as he looked around the room for my object of mirth.

My deductions isn't far from the fact, I truly am getting insane as the day goes by.

Have you seen of a sane person laughing at the swirling colors only be can see?, if you have I haven't.

And if you truly have seen it then know the person is as insane as I am now.

One funny thing though I no matter how insane I think I might have become, I haven't lost all coherent thoughts.

I still know things, what to say, and when yo answer any question, or change a topic.

My insanity must be limited to color sighting, that will explain why seeing funny colors who loves bumping into each other.

"Buch, what's funny?, allow me in on your inner musings so I can join you in whatever fun you must be participating in", he smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes like the others did.

The smile appeared false, I know he's suspecting on this; this might not be the only case of magic less people they've encountered.

Their job might be offering admission to the magic less people, raising their hopes, and poisoning their minds with insanity.

That and only that will explain my insanity two days after I was admitted, I can't believe I let my guard down.

"Buch are you okay?, what's wrong?", he stood up and walked towards me.

I raised my hands up to stop him from progressing more, I don't need him on close proximity with me.

The closer he is to me, the more likely it is I might loose all coherent thoughts along with my sanity.

Little wonders they sent a male as handsome as he is to be my teacher..

The beautiful ones are never suspected, its always the ugly ones whore suspected the most.

Likewise a rich person isn't suspected despite the theft of a thing closer to him, but the poor is suspected even when no one is looking for thing; in their case people will say prevention is better than cure

I can't believe I falled for his handsome charm, a charm I've not seen in a human.

A charm like his can get him anything he wants in this world, a charm that can be used to his advantage.

I smiled up at the conniving human; I can't believe a human thought to side with a werewolf against his fellow human, not to talk of his prince.

Chapter 81