Clashing Claws

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author. Chapter 10   “Ugh!” Stacey groaned the moment she smashed into a tree, falling faced-flat on the ground. *Get up, we’re not done yet,” Hendricks growled at Stacey. “I…I can’t. I’m not strong enough,” she struggled. “Is this what you’ll do when Jason comes and tries to kill you? Don’t you want revenge? or are you just gonna keep crying until he’s done w...[Read More]

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author. Chapter 9   Stacey sat absent-mindedly, scooping multiple spoons of cereal in her mouth. “Stacey, is everything alright? You seem spaced out,” asked Lydia, who was getting breakfast ready. “What does my uncle look like, aunt Lydia?” Stacey asked with a mouthful of cereal. “Well, he had a scar–” Lydia stopped as soon as she noticed the horrid star on Stacey’s face. “What is it?” She...[Read More]

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author.   Chapter 8   Steve thought about what Lydia said but his emotions took the better of him. He found Stacey sitting on the porch, her head was buried in her hands. “Hey,” he looked at her, waiting for a response. “You shouldn’t be out here,” she looked back at Steve with tearful eyes. “You know, I think it’s kinda cool you’re a werewolf, um, halfbreed. Come to think...[Read More]

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author. Chapter 7   It took them almost three hours but they finally got there– the address her mother had written down before she passed away. They stopped in front of a with the address painted on a bungalow. Steve held the steering with one as he studied the house. He looked at Stacey, she wasn’t looking too good. The memories of last night crossed his mind. The image of Stacey weeping ...[Read More]

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author. Chapter 6   “Hey, Stacey, I was just on the phone with your mother. She said she’ll be coming to pick you up from school,” Ms. Francesca said to Stacey after school. “But I can go home on my own,” Stacey said, wondering why her mum suddenly wanted to come to get her. “I guess she feels you’ll be a lot safer that way,” Ms. Francesca smiled. “Okay, thank you.” Stacey spent the ...[Read More]

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author.   Chapter 5 It was a slow day at Big Sam’s supermarket, only five customers had walked into the store and three out of the five are only window-shopped. The bells on the doors chimed and someone unexpected walked into the supermarket, catching Catherine’s  attention. “Kiel?” she stared, surprised. He wore a black T-shirt with a leather jacket over it, denim jeans, and black b...[Read More]

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author.   Chapter 4   The football team always had practice after school hours. There was an upcoming event and they needed to be extra prepared for it. Stacey sat on the bleachers while they practiced. A few teammates thought she was there to watch Steve practice, considering the number of times they’ve been spotted together. But, Stacey was there for a different reason. For one, she...[Read More]

  Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author.   Chapter 3   Stacey recalled the image of Kevin jeering at her while she lay on the ground. She detested him and wished she could squeeze the life out of him. “Jerk,” Stacey muttered to herself. “What was that, honey?” Mrs. Jonathan asked. “I said the pancakes taste great, mom,” she lied. She forgot she was having breakfast with her mom. &...[Read More]

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author.   Chapter 2   After hours of unpacking boxes and cleaning, Catherine and Stacey sat down for dinner– microwaved mac and cheese. They ate at a two-person round table without saying a word to each other. This was something they were both used to. “Don’t forget we’ll be going to your new school tomorrow to get you registered,” Catherine said while chewing. “Mhmm,” Stacey re...[Read More]

Copyright of Amara Ibeachum  No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author. Chapter 1 “Ughh!” Catherine groaned as she lifted a box of kitchen supplies from the front porch into the bed floor of her pickup truck. She wiped off the trickles of sweat from her face and looked up at her daughter Stacey’s room window. “Stacey, honey, what’s taking so long? We’ve got to leave early so we can get to Riverside on time,” Catherine  said. There wa...[Read More]