My Angel Baby Is Werewolf

My Angel Baby Is Werewolf

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Fiona Megan Olaf, a student who is usually bullied on campus feels a change at the age of 20 after meeting a wolf. The meeting slowly reveals her true identity that she is a descendant of a werewolf. Her powers can be controlled little by little. Will she be able to repay all the bad treatment she received? Also win the heart of the man she is chasing?

My Angel Baby Is Werewolf Chapter 1 Invisible

Bellevue College, Seattle.

The sound of a bell ringing was heard, signaling break time at a university.

A woman came out of a classroom. The room had a sign that said Computer Science class. She had only taken a step when another friend stopped near her.

"Fiona where are you going in such a hurry?"

The long brown-haired woman who was looking down lifted her face to look at her friend. Only a split second their eyes met and the girl looked down again. There was a fear of looking at the person she was talking to for too long.

Fiona's conversation partner, a woman with short shoulder-length hair with a sharp gaze, then arrogantly held Fiona's chin, lifting it to level with her face.

"Don't tell me you're coming to medical class to meet Garth. You should take a look in the mirror first. There's no way that guy would want to hang out with you. No, he probably wouldn't even want to talk to you. You're just an orphan with no clear background."

Fiona Megan Olaf, a woman who was found in front of an orphanage door 20 years ago. Who knows, who threw away the innocent little baby who was only wrapped in a warm blanket. At that time the orphanage caretaker found her crying, because they didn't find anyone there and it seemed like she was abandoned, so the orphanage caretaker took care of her until she was an adult.

The tiny baby has now grown into a beautiful woman, but has low self-esteem. Fiona is not confident with her appearance which is different from others even though she has some advantages in academics. However, her face is covered in acne. The acne on her face is stubborn. It always comes back after being treated repeatedly. Until she is tired of taking care of the acne, until finally she just lets the acne grow on her face, making her beautiful face hidden behind acne.

Fiona has a crush on a medical student in her final year, Garth. It could be said that she has admired this senior from a different major for a long time.

"No, why did you forbid me if it was just to meet? You're not his girlfriend either," Fiona protested with a little courage.

Fiona's words provoked Lucy, the class president in her class who was also the cheerleader team leader at this prestigious campus. Lucy was beautiful, her whole body was well-groomed. She was a descendant of wealthy people in this area. It's just that she was arrogant and proud. She often showed off her parents' wealth that would not be eaten up by seven generations. Not infrequently she acted arbitrarily towards others.

"Just so you know, if Garth wants to, he will bow down to me. Unfortunately, he is not my type and not on my level. I'm just explaining that you are not comparable to Garth, you should just give up rather than get hurt later," Lucy replied with a disdainful smile. You could say that she was disgusted by Fiona, a woman who she thought was shabby and had no advantages at all. For her, Fiona was like dirt that was annoying to the eyes. Smelly and had to be removed.

"But Lucy if you don't like Garth why do you forbid me to approach him?" Fiona gathered her strength again to ask. Usually she didn't dare to ask many questions or talk to Lucy for long. But, she couldn't stand it anymore. Why did Lucy keep forbidding her from approaching Garth.

"Why, am I not worthy of approaching him?" Fiona stared into Lucy's eyes with body shaking.

"I already explained it to you at the beginning, is it still not clear? If so, I will... make it clear. You haven't had lunch yet, right? Enjoy this. I'm being kind

to you." Lucy smiled lopsidedly. One hand was carrying a hamburger and the other hand

others bring sauce.

Lucy raised her hand holding the sauce above Fiona's head, then poured all the sauce on top of Fiona's head, then just left Fiona whose fists were clenched down there with her body shaking even more from enduring Lucy's arbitrary treatment.

Now she felt her head was sticky with sauce. There was no way she could walk around with a dirty head like this. Fiona decided to go to the toilet and clean the sauce off her hair.

Unfortunately, in the middle of the road she met Garth, the man she had a crush on. The final year medical student walked straight as if he didn't see Fiona in the middle of the crowd on the way to the toilet. In fact, several women who were also passing by this road were fighting to greet Garth.

"Hello, Garth. Are you free to hang out with me?" a female student asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Garth, I heard from the others that you're free today. Let's have some fun this weekend." The other students stopped after a woman stopped Garth.

Now there are two women surrounding this round hazel-eyed man. Physically, Garth is a nearly perfect man. So, what woman wouldn't be attracted to him?

"Hello, Garth," Fiona greeted, stopping right next to the man she admired with a pounding heart. All the feelings of sadness and annoyance that had mixed together after what Lucy had done to him seemed to have disappeared, gone who knows where, replaced by a heart that was in bloom.

Garth raised an eyebrow at the girl with sauce on her head who had just looked at her. Honestly, he felt uncomfortable and disturbed by Fiona's current condition.

After all, he is a future doctor who always keeps everything clean, tidy and hygienic.

"Who are you?" Garth asked with narrowed eyes. He was even more uncomfortable looking at Fiona's face which was full of acne.

"Fiona. I'm Fiona." Even though this wasn't the first time Fiona greeted Garth. She had greeted this man many times. But she often heard the same answer. Somehow, the man never remembered her. There was a feeling of disappointment and hurt that she had never been in his heart, but she still smiled in front of Garth, then left as quickly as possible while covering the top of her head with a tissue so that the sauce there was not too obvious. She was embarrassed that Garth saw her in this bad condition.

After Fiona left, Garth turned to look at the two women who were still by his side.

"Do you know who that woman was?"

"She's Fiona, from the computer science department. She seems to like you. But doesn't she look in the mirror first and see what she looks like?"

"Fiona?" Garth called Fiona's name again and remembered it but he still didn't remember the woman. After that he was busy talking to the two women.

***

Fiona arrived at the toilet. She wet the tissue she had just taken with tap water after the sauce on her head was gone. Although the sauce was gone, it still felt sticky. Fiona dealt with it with a wet tissue mixed with a little liquid soap to clean the remaining sauce. Maybe she would wash her hair when she got home.

The sound of the door opening was heard. Three women came in. They stopped when they saw Fiona there.

"Fiona, why are you cleaning your hair? Is your smelly hair dirty?" She teased with a disdainful look.

Fiona paused her activities for a moment then looked at the woman who was her friend in the same department but in a different class. She took a deep breath for a moment. Lucy was no longer around her and bothering her but now another bother had appeared. She just hoped that these three women would not bother her.

"No," Fiona answered shortly because she didn't want to deal with them. Even though she hadn't finished cleaning up, Fiona quickly left the place so that something unwanted could happen.

Three female students who saw Fiona heading to the door and about to leave, blocked her. "Where are you going in such a hurry? You seem to be cleaning your hair. Do you need our help?"

Fiona shook her head at the look in their eyes and the creepy mischievous smile. She pulled the door to get out so she could get away from them. But one person grabbed her collar roughly and let go until she fell down. Not satisfied with that action, another woman took the trash can that was there and dumped its contents on Fiona's body.

"Do you still want our help?" asked a woman holding a bottle of liquid soap and ready to pour it on Fiona's body.

Fiona just shook her head, firmly rejecting the offer. But no matter how hard she refused, her friend still poured the contents of the liquid soap onto her body. With a big smile and a satisfied look, the three of them then went out of the toilet leaving Fiona in sadness.

Fiona's round eyes were blurry with heat. Clear droplets then dripped from the corners of her eyes.

How suffocating it feels to be constantly bullied on campus, which is a place for learning.

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