Duty or Desire

's P.

oday. My mother had left the shop in my care two hours ago, saMidnight Moon that she needed to go to the market to buy some essential things, in order to prepare dinner for this evening. It suited me, actually. It suited me in the sense that I had time to brainstorm myself on how to achie

town crier approaching. Though others weren't really able to hear

and listen well! Spaces for recruitment to the Royal army are open for all the young men, from a

ing through their veins who can hear things from twenty feet away. Normal werewolves hear from just ten to fifteen feet away. We were also faster than an average werewolf, able to run up to thirty kilometers an hour non-stop. I was proud of my abilities, no doubt, but people had forgotten about our presence in the society, and who w

een one to be expressive of what I felt, be it emotionally or physically,no matter how much it hurt. Big girls don't cry, that was my slogan, and I was going to hold it up like goddamn banner, until the last breath I took on the face of this world. Nothing could make me cry anymore, I had gone through underworld, and back, crMidnig

making me keep her as a focus point. There was something very off about this woman; her features were overexaggerated, and her clothes looked weird on her. It was nearly as if her stature didn't fit the clothing, yet it was pretty decent to the eyes of the beholder who didn't pay much attenti

at you look for?" I asked, putting on the widest

er of personal space. But something about this woman was so amusingly strange, that it pe

have cotton? I need a white o

sn't a woman at all, she was a man. Whoever this man was, forgot about the fact that he had a pretty obvious Adam's apple on hi

etting out from behind the counter, and walking to the small stand at th

ssed like a woman to see which one he liked, I saw that his eyes were glued to me. I cocked an eyebrow up, confused on what was so interesting about

he one with pink a

, I was struck with a sudden brilliant idea; I wa