ManyWriters

  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

I stood there, soaked in perspiration, gazing at the display as the hues unveiled themselves one after another. My fingers quivered, clenched into tight fists as if that could keep me composed. The initial three colors were a perfect match—crimson, emerald, sapphire.


"It can't be," I murmured, shaking my head. I had selected tangerine. My heart raced. I leaned in, desperately hoping the screen would alter, that it was mistaken.


Mr. M's voice crackled through the audio system, icy and taunting. "And there you have it. So near, yet so distant. Tell me, Daphne, how does it feel to be responsible for your friend's demise?"


At first, his words didn't register. My eyes were fixated on the monitor showing Sue. The enclosure above her opened, and she yelled as she plummeted into the water below.


"Sue! No!" I cried out, pounding my fists on the surface.


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