The Moonlight Mates: A Tale Of Unseen Bound

orridors. But he didn't respond, didn't even pause. I could see his shado

l me under. My breath hitched in my throat, and I

ime. I could feel the cold, hard floor beneath my feet, and the sharp sting o

r of the living room. I stea

from inside, calling my mother's name. I

I said out loud wi

ickly turning around. However, before I could u

onnell's shoulder to see my mother standing next to Connell's mother. Miss Adele Everston

. There’s something about them that unsettles me. Perhaps it’s because

ated to Virginia, we were devoid of resources. We had no money, and my mother had to work double shifts to meet our needs. Despite the challenging circumstances, the E

eatening cloud that constantly hovers over me, casting a shadow of fear and manipula

le," my mother called out, snapping me out of my reverie.

racing my cheekbone in a seemingly innocent gesture. Yet, her smile didn't rea

ou were just a child but now, look at you! Y

as looking at me and trying

u been?" I inquired, trying to keep my voice stead

I turned to look at my mother, who confessed, "Oh, I apologize for the oversight. I had invited Miss Adele to join us for dinner." The news did nothing to alleviate the sense of unease that ha

oom. I stopped Connell by putting my hand on

trying to prove

id of me. Next time, think before you open your pretty mouth, Curly Bell." he removed m

ch aroma of the meal wafting through the air. The clinking of cutlery ag

ack, were fixed on me as if trying to warn me about what he could do to me. The tensi

the room. Every tick of the clock seemed to echo in the silence, amplifying the sense of unease. The s

ked delicious, but I could barely taste it. My mind was elsewh

la, what are you planning to do after high sc

llow me to leave this town to continue my studies but yet I ha

draining from my face, replaced by a cold dread. I was scared, not of

struggling to regain my composure, my mother quickly offered me a glass of water

sked, his voice laced with c

with a napkin. But his smirk told me he wasn’t fooled. It was a knowing sm

esent. I nodded, trying to appear calm. But inside, I was anything but calm. And Connel

obile from the table, I saw a text from my fri

of their sockets wh