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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
131 Chs

A fortune of Hope

As Mishka and Bruce followed her grandmother and Ivan into the study, they were surprised to find it transformed into an impromptu dining room. A large, ornate table had been set up, complete with fine china and flickering candles. But what caught Mishka's attention was the elderly woman seated at the far end of the table, her silver hair gleaming in the candlelight.

"Rose!" Mishka exclaimed, a wave of relief washing over her. Rose was her grandmother's oldest friend, the kind-hearted fortune teller who has recently become a source of comfort for Mishka .

Rose looked up, her wise eyes twinkling as she smiled warmly at Mishka. "My dear child," she said, her voice soft and melodious. "It's wonderful to see you again."

Mishka's grandmother, Myrtle, gestured to the table. "I thought it would be nice for us all to have dinner together," she said, her tone uncharacteristically light. "We have much to discuss, after all."