Must Read: Laraba (Werewolves,Vampires, Witches)

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Must Read: Laraba (Werewolves,Vampires, Witches)

Xtiana slammed her fist together in rambling ire. “How dare you do this?You don’t want to mess with me?” she blurted.

Mr Bells looked unfazed, he raised his eyebrow in a fearless gesture. “And
who are you Xtiana? I don’t mind you remembering me?” he said
mockingly.

Xtiana lurched toward him, her eyes glowed and wolfed out. “I am the
alpha here. I’m the wolf.” She exclaimed, averting all her energy in
pronouncing the word, ‘wolf’.

Mr Bells scoffed, his hands in his pocket. “Thanks for remembering me. So
what am I?” he asked, coming closer to Xtiana.

“You are just a weakling who got lucky to hole himself up in the Laraba
council.” Xtiana said spitefully, deliberately hurling jabs at Bells. Bells was
pained, as he flinched to cowardliness.
Being unable transform into a full-fledged wolf had been one thing Bells
regretted most in his life. When Bells was much younger, he had sought to
become a werewolf at all cost, by even accepting a wolf’s bite on his
nuchal. He had dwelled on rumours that circled round that a wolf’s bite on
a vein of the neck could transform a human into a werewolf. So he had
volunteered to be bitten by a lone wolf, but the toxins had only caused
laceration that was later healed by potion from his father. Later on, the
wittiest grapevine hit his eardrum, it was said that those who could endure to gulp the poop of a black timber wolf for seven moon nights would
become a very fiery werewolf. And it was also added that while the
individual was busy collecting the poop and consuming it into his belly, he
or she must not take any proper edible food along with it, neither should
the person taste any liquid to quench his thirst or wash away the acrid taste
the poop would produce in his mouth. Bells had quickly hopped at the
hogwash as he collected poops upon poops to devour mindlessly, he was
so much engrossed in becoming a werewolf that he dammed the hurdles
surrounding his feat.

However, after consuming large portion of poops from a wolf for good
seven days, Bells couldn’t still sense a fly coming talk less of wolfing out
the littlest of him.

“Enough of your embarrassment woman.” Bells muttered, wavering his
finger on Xtiana’s face.

“And what if I don’t, what will you?” Xtiana said, her anger quashing
down now that she had collected pain from Bells’ face.

Bells clenched his teeth and mustered with all the strength in him. “I will
carry out my threat and let the whole council know all your shady alliance
with witch who have helped you in the past. Remember you killed Salmad,
and kidnapped out mortal enemy—Ryan Jericho. I will divulge to the
council that you are also responsible for….”

“Just shut up Bells.” Xtiana blurted, slurping enough breath through her
nose. “You don’t have anything against me. No proof to all gibberish you
just ranted.”

Bells strolled to where she was and scoffed. “You will know I have enough
to eject you from the council when you get summoned. Watch me ruin all
what you laboured for all your life, Xtiana” He muttered and made to
leave.
Xtiana glared with uncertainties in her eyes as Bells walked out on her. She
could see determination was hanging snugly on his face as he talked to her,
and with the way things seemed, he was ready to squeal everything
dammed things that would cause her to be ousted from her position and
also got her evicted. That was something she couldn’t afford to happen.

She had better given it to him and plan how to deal with him later.

“Wait.” She yelped.

Bells stopped on his strides and turned back, taking another unhurried gait
towards her.

“Yes, I’m waiting.” He slurred.

Xtiana firstly lashed him a gruesome stare. “I will take the deal.” She said,
snapping her fingers together interminably. “….but on conditions.”

Bells shook his head. “You don’t make the rules here. I do.” He said.

Xtiana sighed and bit her lips. “Bells,” she called gently. “I can’t just accept
the deal that will not turn out in my favour at the end.”
Bells sniggered, upsetting Xtiana’s calmness. “That doesn’t mean you
should make the rules. I should.” He said, then flung his index on Xtiana’s
face in gesture of what next he was about say. “But I will put you in
considerations. I’m not that bad you know, I just wish you could see me in
good light.”

Xtiana sneered. “You stalked on me. That makes you bad.” She said trying,
going for a sit.

“There should be a way to get what is wanted, Xtiana. Let’s assume that’s
my own way.” Bells muffled under his breath.

Xtiana scoffed then posed a stern look at him . “Now, what do you want?”
Bells returned her sternness, but his with a leer. “You know what I want.”
“What is it?”
He strolled to Xtiana was sitting. “I want Tamara.” He said.
****
She hurled a disdainful look at him and hissed. “I’m sorry, you can never
get what you want.” She said, trying to pour herself a drink.

Hilton swooshed a breath, and smiled. “I will keep on hoping that
someday you will change your mind.” He muttered.

“That day will never come Hilton, you need to wake up from your dream.”
she muttered and sipped her drink. She nudged her head to shake off the
thought budding garbages into her head. Garbages that included how she
should consider loving Hilton because he had been excessive caring to her.

Candidly, Hilton had been trying his best to be the good-guy type,

showering her and her daughter with gifts and expensive trips, showering
extensive care on her and her daughter. Hilton had just been the-best-guy-
in-the-world for her and yet, all she paid him with was denying him the
only one thing he wanted from her. LOVE! But could she really blame
herself? NO! And that was because the heart only wants what he wants.

Albeit her heart hadn’t fully made her choice between Jamal and Khalid
yet, but definitely she wasn’t seeing Hilton in the picture.

“You don’t know anything about the future.” Hilton uttered, deeply
pained. “I will wait for you till you realise you are the best for me.” He
said, meaning every words.

Tamara was like a light bearing huge illumination into his dark tunnel. She
had made him stopped humping around and patronizing his many sultry
coquette. Dumped his stinking habit of gambling and extreme drinking
bout, making him cling into being a teetotaller. He had totally become a
new man. All because of Tamara.

He had cursed Jamal multitudinous times for seizing Tamara’s heart that
way. Hilton had reversed his thought about Jamal not craving for anything;
there was something Jamal really couldn’t get at his snap of his finger and mwhich he would let him—that was Tamara! The last time Jamal called him,
tattling about how he was caught in love dilemma with his dead friend and
a new girl he had only seen her photograph, Hilton had gloated at his
ignorance and used it against him. He had advised him to try and forget
about Tamara—because she was dead and gone, then he should kindle his
love with the invisible girl on the photograph. That was the best he could
do to splice Tamara and Jamal. He was not a bad type. He was only
protecting his interest.

Tamara poured herself another cup of wine and tapped the tip of the cup.
“It’s true I don’t know anything about the future, but I’m quite sure that
you and I don’t belong together. I don’t love you, and I won’t love you.
You can’t force that.” she said, sipping her drink a little.

“Trust me, you will someday, and when the times comes I …” A phone
buzz froze his mouth. He swallowed his mouth, and glanced at Tamara’s
phone.

Tamara dropped her cup of wine and picked her phone. She tapped the
answered button.

“Hello darling.” Bells said.

“Uncle,” Tamara beamed. “Longest time uncle, how have you been?” she
cooed softly.

“Yes dear, how are you holding up?” Bells asked.