Chapter 43 & 44 : A Dangerous New Mission
The Loners’ mansion
Rosemary, the Loners, except Cynthia and Arya were in the sitting room, waiting for Harry’s arrival. Hazel, who was invisible, was also waiting.
They heard a car horn signifying Harry’s return. They waited for ten minutes before hearing a knock on the door.
“Come in” Rose said.
The door opened, revealing a handsome demigod, Harry, with styled hair, wearing a blue jean jacket, baggy blue jean trousers, a white top, and pure white sneakers.
The girls were awestruck, and Rose exclaimed,
“Oh my gosh, is this my little Harry?” She quickly ran to hug him tightly, almost choking him.
The others joined in, except Erica, Betty, Bianca, and Rosemary.
“Oh my, you guys should free me now,I’m not running away” Harry said almost losing his breath because of the tight hugs.
They disengaged from the hug.
“I thought I would be expecting a surprise, like balloons everywhere, a banner with my name across this beautiful sitting room, cakes, or all that, but I’m not seeing any” He said with a frown.
Rose smacked him on the head.
“You fool, a hug is enough from beautiful angels like us” Rose said proudly.
“My Rosy can never change” he said with a smile, making Rose blush.
He looked around and saw Betty, Erica, Bianca, and an unfamiliar girl who had her head down. He wondered who she was.
“My babies can’t even greet me, my heart is broken” He said, touching his chest in a dramatic way.
The trio stood up, walked over to him and hugged him, causing him to smile widely. They released him from the hug. Erica smacked his head playfully, making him chuckle. Betty knocked him on the head too, while Bianca only stared at him.
“I know my Bianca won’t hurt me” he said, staring at Bianca.
“I am a good girl, come on” she said with a groan, her friends scoffed.
“Good girl indeed” Jenis said, eyeing her.
“Where is my superhero, though? Can’t see her anywhere” He said, his eyes scanning the room, searching for Cynthia. But nobody spoke up.
“Ohh, don’t tell me you guys fought, and who is she?” he
asked, pointing at Rosemary.
“Our Black and White” Chloe said.
“Black and White, is that also a name?” He asked, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion.
“Yeah, baby girl, look up” Lorri said, causing Rosemary to look up, revealing her beautiful and pretty face, which made Harry’s heart skip a beat.
Rosemary, too, couldn’t believe she was staring at a handsome hottie right now.
“So handsome” she thought, but quickly snapped out of it.
“Hey, ugly boy!” she waved, causing the girls to burst into laughter.
He ignored her and asked, “Where’s Cynthia?” which made everyone laugh, including Hazel. Rosemary was fuming with anger.
“Ouch, that hurts” Lyla said, still laughing.
“Trust me, girl, Harry is a bad boy” Willow said.
“How dare he ignore me like that!” Rosemary thought and gave him a fk you sign. “I’m not interested in fcking you” he said bluntly.
“I hate you already, go to hell, boy!” she said angrily and stormed off upstairs. She was living with them temporarily, so she already had her own room.
“Cute” he said, watching her go.
The girls simultaneously faked a cough, exchanged a knowing glance, and then smirked at each other, sharing a secret understanding.
“So, what happened between you guys and Cynthia?” he asked facing the girls and Lorri explained everything to him.
“Where’s Cynthia now?” he asked the girls. Erica only rolled her eyes and walked towards the kitchen.
“Upstairs” Jenis replied.
“Okay” he said and headed upstairs.
On his way, he heard a scream and traced it to a door. He opened the door and found himself in a different scene. Rosemary, wrapped in a towel, was heading to the bathroom when she accidentally stepped on a sharp tiny object.
Her loud scream was what Harry had heard. She looked stunning in her towel, her smooth white legs and cleavage visible due to the way she had tied it. The towel was short, and Harry couldn’t help but stare.
He walked towards her, causing her eyes to widen.
“Hey, can’t you knock?” she asked, fuming angrily, but he didn’t respond.
“Better not come closer, or I’ll kill you” she warned, her hand signaling him to stop.
However, he continued approaching her until he was right in front of her. As she made to step back, her leg slipped, and she almost fell, but Harry caught her by the waist, causing her to gasp.
They locked eyes for five minutes without looking away, until realization hit Rosemary, and she quickly pushed him away. Unfortunately, her towel slipped off, leaving her stark naked, her curves visible.
Harry was about to look when she screamed, “Close your eyes!”
But he still looked down and saw her medium-sized breasts, her flat, toned tummy. His eyes were about to wander further down when she quickly turned around, showing her back and her rounded buttocks, her embarrassment evident.
Harry’s attraction to her was immediate and intense. Rosemary could feel herself getting flustered and wet just from his gaze, and she quickly bent down, took the towel and wrapped it around her body again.
“Damn, what’s she doing to me?” Harry muttered under his breath, he can feel himself getting erected just by staring at her but when he realized what he was doing, he quickly coughed to compose himself.
“Sorry, it was not intentional, okay? I was just…” he tried to explain, but Rosemary turned to face him and raised her hand to slap him.
He caught her hand as it was about meeting his face and she quickly pulled it back, starting to chase him around the room.
She pushed him, and he landed on the bed, but not without pulling her along with him. In the process, she fell on him, and their lips met unexpectedly, her eyes widened in terror, nearly bulging out of their sockets.
Chapter 45 & 46 : The Return of an Old Enemy
She immediately sprang up and arranged her hair awkwardly, then ran into the bathroom without a second thought. Harry only chuckled and left the room, heading straight to Cynthia’s room.
He knocked on her door, but got no response. He knocked again, still nothing. He called out her name, but she didn’t answer, so he opened the door to find her gasping for breath, clutching her chest. Harry’s eyes widened in concern as he rushed to her side.
“Hey, Cynth, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.
Cynthia’s eyes were already red, but she managed to steady her breath and composed herself, making Harry sigh in relief.
“I’m fine, you don’t need to worry” she said, trying to sound convincing.
“Are you seriously saying you’re fine?” Harry asked, his tone laced with doubt.
“Trust me, I’m okay. And, by the way, welcome back” she said with a faint smile that quickly disappeared.
“Yeah, yeah, thanks. I know you want to change the topic, but before you do, can you tell me when this started happening to you?” he asked, his curiosity interested.
“Never mind, Harry. You worry too much, gosh” she said, rolling her eyes.
“But…” he continued, only to be interrupted by Cynthia.
“You never get tired of asking questions, huh? I’m fine, okay? It’s just stress” she said, frowning.
“I hope so” Harry replied, his concern evident.
“So, you really did say that to Erica?” he asked, making Cynthia bite her lips hard.
“Come on, Cynth, pity those innocent lips. Let them stay fresh for your future husband” he teased.
“Do I have a future, let alone a future husband?” she said, her face cold.
“Hey, don’t say that, okay? You have a future, and you have a future husband and kids” Harry said, his face filled with confidence.
“You think so?” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm.
“Yeah, hundred percent sure” Harry replied, his face bold.
“Keep dreaming, boy, Cynthia Loners doesn’t have a future. I will take revenge on those twins and later become a nun. I need to give my life to Christ. I can’t suffer on Earth and suffer above too” she said, her words laced with determination.
Harry burst into laughter, finding her statement amusing.
“You want to become a nun and give your life to Christ?” he asked, still laughing.
He stopped laughing when he noticed Cynthia’s serious expression.
“Are you really serious? Like, for real? Cynthia wants to become a nun?” he asked, his tone filled with disbelief.
He burst into laughter again, earning a glare from Cynthia.
“Okay, sorry, Nun Cynthia, Can you please start talking to Erica now? It’s boring with the way you guys aren’t talking, you know that?” He said.
“I will, but she’s not ready” Cynthia said.
“Don’t worry, I will sort it out, okay? You know she’s traumatized because of the rape. She always tries to act strong even when she’s not” Harry said, his voice filled with pity for Erica.
“She doesn’t know how love feels like. The reason she likes us all is that we’ve all grown close to each other. And the reason she likes me, even though I’m a boy, is that she’s grown close to me” he added.
“You all need therapists for real” Harry continued, earning another glare from Cynthia.
“Meaning?” she asked.
“Do you think you’re okay?” he asked back.
“Of course, I am” she replied coldly.
“You’re really crazy, Cynthia. You’re in pain, which means you’re not mentally stable” he said.
“So?” she asked.
“What do you feel like doing right now?” Harry asked curiously.
“Just feel like killing some unwanted pests because I really want to smell some blood now, just blood” She said with a cold face, standing up immediately and heading towards her closet to change.
“Gosh! Is she never tired of seeing blood or killing every time? Those twins really ruined their lives for real” He said ruffling his hair in frustration.
“They helped me, and I need to help them too, no matter what. They’re still young to be feeling all this. If they can grow older, they’ll be worse. I need to do something, but what can I do?” he asked himself.
Cynthia walked out of the closet room wearing a black leather jacket, black tight trousers, and boots, with a face cap. Her hair fell on her shoulders, and her cold face was visible.
“Wow, nice outfit, Do you know Miara?” he asked.
“Huh, Miara? Yeah, I know her” she said.
“Michael’s sister? I thought you forgot about her already” he said.
“I’m not interested in talking again, so goodbye” she said, walking out of the room.
“She’s just so stubborn” he said, chuckling lightly. His mind then went to Rosemary.
“She’s cool and cute” he said, licking his lips.
A deep green power bike drove into a dark forest, the sound of the engine echoing through the trees. The bike stopped in front of a building in the middle of the forest. Cynthia removed her helmet and climbed off the bike.
She walked towards the building, and immediately, five hefty guards emerged, charging towards her as if they had been waiting for her.
She charged at them, pulling out a knife from her pocket, her favorite knife, which she had named “Celine”.
The knife was 14 years old, still sharp, and had been well-maintained. She had used it to kill for the first time in her life at the age of seven.
With swift movements, she swung the knife and threw it straight at one of the hefty guards, hitting him in the eye. Blood gushed out immediately.
She rushed to him, removed the knife, and stabbed him in the stomach seven times. His blood splashed on her face.
The other guards were shocked by how easily she had killed a hefty man within a minute. She charged towards the rest, doing justice to their bones and flesh. She killed them all.
Just as one of the guards was about to stab Cynthia from behind, someone shot him in the back of the head, making him go limp.
The person who shot him was revealed to be Erica.
“Hey, werewolf” she said with a smirk.
“Hey” Cynthia replied with a small smile which disappeared immediately.
More men emerged, but the two girls killed them within seconds.
They entered the building and were greeted by various almost naked girls pleasuring men.
They spotted a guy drinking wine with some men ‘Spear’, the leader of the most popular thug house in New York. As soon as he saw Cynthia and Erica, he smirked. The girls walked up to him.
“So, you sent those pests to me intentionally?” Cynthia asked, tapping her finger on the table, maintaining her cold expression. Almost all the men inside the building trembled at the sight of her.
“Yeah, and you took care of them already. So, what’s the big deal?” he said, taking a sip of his wine.
“Why do you always make me want to kill you so badly? Do you love death that much?” she asked, her cold eyes piercing his soul.
“He shouldn’t die before his grandmother, you know” Erica said, staring at Cynthia, who understood her meaning.
“Yeah, killing her would be good, Why don’t we kill them together?” Cynthia suggested.
“That sounds good” Erica replied.
“Don’t you dare touch my grandmother, werewolf!” Spear said harshly.
“Command or request?” Cynthia asked with a smirk.
Spear knew that if he angered her further, she would kill him and his grandmother.
“I’m sorry” he said.
“No, not that” Cynthia said with a smirk.
“I am such a fool, a dog, and a useless being who deserves to be killed. But please, master, show mercy to your dog.” He said, he almost felt like killing the two girls in front of him.
“Now you’re talking, dog” Cynthia said with a smirk.
“But as a loyal dog you are, you greeted me with those pests, and I was really dying to kill and smell blood badly. You really made my day, so be a good dog” she added, walking out of the building alongside Erica.
“That bitch, I pray I kill her one day” Spear said with gritted teeth.
“Boss, are you okay?” one of his men asked.
“Just shut up and stop adding to my problems, fool!” he said angrily.
Outside, Erica and Cynthia climbed onto their bikes.
“On Monday, start your business with Michael” Erica said before taking her helmet.
Cynthia nodded and took her helmet, and they both rode out of the forest. A figure who had been watching them smirked and disappeared immediately.
Monday
New York University
Private VIP cafeteria
The Loners booked the place for themselves. The school gives students access to eat either privately or publicly.
The girls sat at a table of ten, Erica and Cynthia had already made amends.
“This food is not really sweet” Lyla said, scrunching up her face.
“No food can be sweet to you, tskk” Lorri said, shaking her head.
“It has been long, have heard Lyla’s jokes, what’s up girl?” Willow asked.
“Nothing much, just tryna lay low for a while” Lyla replied.
“It’s really boring. I can’t wait to bully again” Jenis said.
“Why did Dracula and his stupid twin tell us to lay low for now? Are they crazy? Can’t they see all the free preys in this school to bully?” Bianca said, stabbing her fork aggressively into her food.
“Easy, girl” Chloe said with a chuckle.
“So, Cynth, when are you starting that game with Michael? But I think we should do something to keep you guys close, to make it simple. How about we conduct a truth and dare for everyone in the school, If Cynthia and Michael can participate then we can dare him, like making Cynthia his personal assistant for a month or living with him for a month?” Jenis suggested.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea. Cynthia, what do you think?” Rose asked, but Cynthia sat with her eyes closed.
“Is she even hearing what we’re saying? And what’s with her?” Lyla asked, staring at Cynthia, who still had her eyes closed.
Just then, they received a notification and checked their phones to see a message from the Rebel Twins Clan.
‘Today is torture day. You all must get to the clan at 9:00 p.m.’
The girls’ mood changed immediately.
1hr later
On the basketball court, Cynthia was seen throwing a ball aggressively into the net without missing a target. She wore a green jersey. As she was about to throw the last one, a sudden pain gripped her chest, leaving her gasping for breath.
She fell to the floor, clutching her chest.
Franco, who had come to play, saw her struggling and his eyes widened in concern. He quickly rushed to her side.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked worriedly, trying to check on her. But Cynthia slapped his hand away.
“I don’t need your help” she said icily.
Franco didn’t give up.
“Drink some water first” he suggested, but Cynthia didn’t budge.
“Hey, come on” he urged. But she refused, trying to stand up.
However, she immediately staggered, almost falling when Franco caught her waist, making her stare at him, Franco couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful cold face.
“Let go” she demanded, and Franco released his grip immediately.
The pain in her chest subsided, and she quickly grabbed her backpack and left the court.
Franco watched her until she was out of sight, then sighed.
She was still walking when she suddenly felt weak, and another pain surged through her chest.
She didn’t even realize she had lost her balance until she felt herself falling into a hard chest. She looked up to see who she had bumped into, and her eyes met Michael’s blank stare.
But before he could react, she fainted into his arms, causing him to raise an eyebrow in surprise.
Chapter 47 & 48 : A Reunion of Friends
The Eleven Stars Lounge
Michael and his friends have a private lounge in the school, as do almost all the students.
Michael’s Room
Cynthia was sleeping on his bed, covered with duvets, looking innocent with her eyes closed.
Michael was sitting on the couch, drawing comics on his tablet. After she fainted earlier, he brought her here.
Cynthia’s eyelid moved slowly, and she opened her eyes, wondering where she was. She remembered fainting and realized she had landed on someone and that someone is…..
Michael!!
She sprang up and almost flinched when she saw him. Then, she checked that she was in a bedroom.
“Where am I? and where is this place?” she asked hurriedly.
Michael turned to her, his expression unchanging.
“My room, of course, Where else?” He said staring at her with his usual cold face.
“We are still in the school, this is my private lounge” He added, returning to what he was doing.
“Why did you bring me here? When I fainted, you should have left me. I don’t appreciate anyone helping me” She said with a glare, standing up and walking to the door. She was about to open it when Michael’s voice stopped her.
“Don’t you dare open that door” he said with a hoarse voice.
She turned to him, raising an eyebrow, giving him a “why” look.
“If you can’t appreciate me for bringing you to my room, then you should be punished. No girl has ever entered here except my best friend, Selena and my kid sis” He said, standing up from the couch.
He started walking towards her, but Cynthia didn’t take a step back. He got to her front and leaned in, whispering in her ear,
“You should pay for sleeping on my bed, staying in my room, and being rude to me after I helped you, and also for letting me carry you in my arms to my lounge.”
“What do you think, sexy witch?” he added, his breath tickling her ear.
“Sexy witch?” She asked, making him pull his head back and stand straight.
“Hmmm” he nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Don’t call me that” she said angrily.
“Why?” He asked, his cold, piercing eyes fixed on her.
“That’s not my name. The name is Werewolf, not Sexy Witch” She said, turning to open the door when he stopped her again.
“Stop” He said with command.
“Stop disturbing me, okay? And let me go. I hate it when people annoy me. Don’t get me mad.” She shouted angrily, and that made Michael lose his temper completely.
He immediately grabbed her and slammed her back harshly against the door, making Cynthia gasp loudly.
“Don’t you dare shout at me” he said angrily, his fresh breath fanning Cynthia’s face.
“Let go of me now” she said sternly.
“So what if I don’t, sexy witch?” he said with a smirk.
“I’ll kill you” she said without blinking.
“Really?” he asked with a grin.
“What do you want from me?” She asked.
“Nothing, really. But it would have been good if you weren’t rude to me earlier. But since you proved to be stubborn, I will make sure to punish you badly” He said, going to sit on the couch he sat on earlier, picking up his tab, and wearing his glasses, and continuing to draw his comics.
She was about to argue when she remembered Dracula gave her a mission to use him and break his heart, so she stopped herself from talking further.
“What is the punishment?” she asked him.
“Being my personal assistant” he said without looking up.
“You must be kidding, right? Your personal assistant? I’m a busy person, I don’t have time for that, so just stop talking trash, okay?” She said with a pissed tone.
“It’s not a request, but a command. I don’t care about how busy you are, but defying my order is very dangerous” he said, finally looking at her.
“Huh, I’m not scared of you, okay, so don’t think you can threaten me” she said. He only smirked.
“Your work as my PA starts tomorrow.” He said.
“Leave my room, I need privacy” he added.
Cynthia clenched her fists in anger, the fact that he doesn’t remember her was hurting her so much. But she hid it, even if she may not understand some emotions, she knows it when she is hurt.
She walked out of the room and met his friends in the sitting room. Edward waved at her, but she didn’t even spare him a glance as she walked out.
However, Jason’s voice stopped her.
“Never knew bad girls can be blind” he said.
“Don’t mind him, Cynthia, just go” Edward said.
“Only those people close to me can call me by my name. Werewolf is the name everyone can call me, so get that into your skull” she said without facing Edward.
“Whatever you say, I will still keep calling you that” he said with an annoying smirk.
Cynthia just walked out without talking further.
“She is just so proud of herself” Aron said with a frown.
“I still don’t know why Michael had to bring her to our lounge” James said.
“I don’t know too, but who cares” Xavier said uninterested.
“But, to be honest, her pride is really getting outta hand” Henry said while pressing his phone.
“She is a cool girl, trust me” Edward chipped in, making the others glare at him, but he only rolled his eyes.
Outside
“Hey, Werewolf” someone called Cynthia as she walked out of the lounge. It was none other than Miara, making Cynthia’s face softened a little.
“Miara” she called.
“Seems you know me, now let me tell you something. I saw my brother carrying you in his arms earlier, and I was dumbstruck” she said angrily.
“My brother is for someone else, bitch, so give up. I know you like him, but you can never be with him because you disgust me right now. My brother is too good for you” she said, staring at her with nothing but pure disgust.
Cynthia’s heart clenched.
“So?” Cynthia asked.
“Stay away from him, bitch, just stay away. He is not yours, he is for someone else, not even Brielle, but the person will be back soon, though it may still be long” she said, walking past her, not without brushing her shoulders harshly against Werewolf, who almost staggered but was caught by Rose, who had been watching all this while.
“Are you okay, Cynth?” she asked worriedly.
“I’m fine, let’s go” Cynthia replied.
“I would have beaten her black and blue, but because of her memory loss, I will pardon her” she said, anger visible on her face.
“Am I really disgusting?” Cynthia asked.
Rose couldn’t believe her ears when Cynthia asked that, the Cynthia she knew never cared about what anyone said to her.
“No, you are not, but how come you are sad? Are you perhaps getting your emotions back?” Rose asked.
“Enough of the questions, let’s go” Cynthia said, walking away, and Rose quickly ran after her.
Miara barged into Eleven Stars Lounge.
She met her brother’s friends, but she was too angry to greet anyone.
“Hey, lovely cat” Jason teased, but she only rolled her eyes and barged into Michael’s room.
She saw him coming out of the bathroom, wearing black joggers with no shirt on, he was busy drying his hair.
“Hey, Michael!” She screamed, but Michael only eyed her and continued drying his hair.
“Wow, so you want to ignore me now, right? Better stay away from that bitch called werewolf, okay?” She shouted angrily.
“She is my PA, so I don’t see any reason why I should stay away from her” he replied, entering his closet room. Miara quickly rushed after him.
“Hey, you don’t mean it, right? That disgusting witch can’t be your PA” she said, raising her voice.
“But why do you love screaming so loudly? Aren’t you tired?” he said, hanging the towel on a hanger.
He walked out of the closet room, and Miara followed him immediately. She ran to his front and blocked him.
“Tell me the truth, Bro. Is she really your PA? If yes, then you are really crazy” she shouted again. Michael just stared at his little sister, who kept ranting and shouting.
“Are you done?” He asked, causing Miara’s eyes to flash with anger.
“How dare you, Michael! Do you just talk to me like that? I swear I’m going to tell Mom and Dad that you’re bullying me. I hate you so much!” She ranted.
Michael pushed her out of his room, making her eyes widen in disbelief.
“You are pushing me out because of that bitch, I told you to stay away from! Michael, trust me, I will tell Dad and Mom, and…” She was still talking when Michael shut the door on her face.
She started banging on the door loudly, shouting his name. But Michael paid deaf ears and went to lie on the bed, and his mind went back to what happened between him and Cynthia earlier.
“Sexy witch” He said with a smirk, finally closing his eyes. His handsome, cold face looked so innocent.
Outside the room, after Miara noticed Michael isn’t opening the door, she gave up.
“Better learn how to control your screams, can’t believe I almost went deaf” Elis said angrily, and Miara rushed to him and immediately pounced on him, making the others burst into laughter.
“Will she ever change?” Max said.
“Don’t think so” White Angel replied.
“Are you a dog? You just bit me, witch!” Elis said, screaming loudly.
He was much stronger than her, but he didn’t want to hurt her, so he left her alone, and because they were also cousins.
He was thinking of a way to push her away when Miara bit his hand, and he screamed loudly.
“Miara!!”