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The Siren and the Wolf

“What did you see on the video?” Mishka asked in a whisper. She could not keep her curiosity to herself. She needed to know even before dinner. “We saw Myrtle call the cat into the nursery and then she fed it a live rat. She wasn’t even afraid to hold onto the rat by its tail,” Gillian responded. *** While Mishka Classens practices her singing in the woods one afternoon she runs into Bruce Cameron, a handsome, famous fashion designer. When she confides in her friend, Gillian’s mother about the meeting, Joan tells her that Bruce is an estranged cousin of Joan’s and that he is a werewolf. So, Joan wants Mishka to keep Gillian away from Bruce and keep the family secret, but Gillian already has a crush on him. Bruce wants to be a normal human because his human family does not accept him as a wolf, but he also loves his unusual powers and diverse creativity. Eventually he and Mishka confide in each other about their burdens in life and become close with regular meetings in the woods, where they exchange creative ideas about fashion and music. They also plan to do shows together. Myrtle, Mishka’s bossy grandmother is an undercover fortune teller. She had a premonition about Mishka being involved with a werewolf one day, so she wants to orchestrate Mishka’s life so that this will never happen. She almost has a heart attack when she finds out that Mishka is involved with Bruce. She tries everything in her power to split them apart. After a series of weird and bad events, Mishka and Bruce find out that Myrtle is causing the problems in their lives and in their relationship. They decide to join forces against her by confusing her spells, making them powerless.

Charlotte P Lambert · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
91 Chs

Miska becomes unnerved by stalker

Mishka looked through her wardrobe. She needed something for Saturday afternoon at Bruce’s house. Something stylish and flamboyant, just in case they shot any valuable videos which could be used for a music production in future.

“Then, for Grandma’s witches ball I will have to look dazzling as well as classically formal. Like a princess or at least the Lady of a great house,” she told herself on the next day.

Work had not taken up much of her concentration at the office today because her mind had been on the coming Saturday’s double schedule.

Mishka pulled out a few outfits and draped them over her armchair in the corner.

“Let me leave it there and then I can check them out later and make up my mind without stress. It’s not gonna be good for me to stress. Let me get to the dance class and see if Gillian decided to show up,” she told herself as she picked up her vehicle keys from her dressing table and walked out of her bedroom.