Short Story – Werewolves, Vampires, Witches Oh My! – Chapter One

Nuttah stepped onto the beach, her bare feet sinking into the sand. The wind blew softly lifting her long brown hair. She strained her neck and listened intently. A soft growl reached her ears and she turned in the direction of the sound. A small golden wolf appeared in the distance and walked slowly over to her. Nuttah kneeled and faced the animal as it approached. The animal stopped in front of her and gazed at her with golden eyes.

Nuttah sat down on her knees at waited patiently. The wolf let out a howl and its fur shimmered. A girl sat on her hands and knees in front of Nuttah. She looked up her eyes a dark gray and smiled.

“Decided to go for a run?” Nuttah asked.

“I needed to feel the wind in my fur,” she said. She sat back on her heels and snapped her fingers. Her naked body was quickly covered in garbs similar to what Nuttah was wearing. A skirt that fell inches above her knees and a sleeveless top. Both made of buckskin.

“You’ve been needing that feeling a lot lately.”

“I will be twenty-five tomorrow. You know what that means. The man who wins my hand may not want me to roam so freely.” She looked at Nuttah with mournful eyes.

“You are too powerful for any man to tame,” Nuttah said. She had always marveled at Bahiti’s power. She herself had some power as a witch but Bahiti was more powerful. No one, not even Nuttah’s entire clan of witches had the power that coursed through her veins.

Bahiti was a rare breed. She was part witch, part werewolf and part vampire. A true tribrid. She was the only one of her kind and everyone wanted her. The three chiefs, Hiamovi – the witch chief, Naiser – the werewolf chief and Athanasios – the vampire chief, decided that after Bahiti turned twenty-five years old, they each would send their strongest warrior to participate in tournament. The winner would win Bahiti’s hand in marriage and with her power, make that clan the strongest of all the clans. They would be truly feared.

“No one knows what will happen,” Bahiti said.

“You do.” Bahiti had the ability to see into the future. She chose when to use this power. Chief Hiamovi had tried to pry out of her if his son Akecheta would be the winner of the games. She always refused to alter the future by telling them. “When was the last time you fed?”

“A week ago.” Being part animal, Bahiti refused to feed on other animals. The meat would be presented to her after being prepared and she lied to herself to allow herself to eat it. She did not go hunting in the surrounding woods. She did not want to take a life. She wouldn’t feed on anyone in the clan either and there was no other food source by.

Nuttah raised her arm and presented her wrist. They had grown up together and Nuttah allowed Bahiti to feed from her at times. Other times the chief would provide someone from her to feed from. Bahiti exposed her fangs and sunk them into Nuttah’s wrist, drinking deeply. Nuttah ran her hand down her silky golden hair which lay sprayed across her back. Her light brown skin glowed in the moonlight and shined as she fed from Nuttah.

Bahiti raised her head in a rush and gasped in the fresh air. Her fangs slowly retracted and she licked her lips, cleaning the blood from them. Nuttah’s wrist seeped blood slowly. Bahiti lowered her head to her wrist, pursed her lips and blew softly. Her warm breath grazed across Nuttah’s skin and the wound slowly healed itself.

Nuttah wiped the access blood on her skirt and rose to her feet. She held her hand out to Bahiti. “Come. The chief would like a word.” Bahiti took her hand and they turned started back to the village that they lived. When they got closer to the village, they let their hands fall apart and fall to their sides. Nuttah leads Bahiti to the small yet impressive cabin where the chief resided. She knocked softly upon the door before entering.

Chief Hiamovi sat in the great room. Akecheta sat at his side.

“I was beginning to think that I had sent the wrong person to fetch our Bahiti,” the chief said.

“I went for a run,” Bahiti spoke up for Nuttah.

“It is unwise of you to be out alone so close to the games,” Akecheta spoke.

“I am more than capable of caring for myself,” Bahiti said defiantly.

“We are all aware of your capabilities, but I think you understand how far some will go to have you in their mists.” Akecheta puffed up strong, his solid chest bare. “I can protect you if you stay close.”

There was no attraction between Akecheta and Bahiti but he was determined to be the one who won the games. Although over the years he had his eyes on another villager, he took his responsibilities very seriously. If marrying and mating with Bahiti was what he needed to do to make his clan powerful and breed more tribrids, then he would do just that.

Bahiti and Nuttah often talked about how they were surprised that Akecheta hadn’t run off with her and had his way. It would have broken all the rules and though it would have put the witches at the top of the hierarchy, he was not one to break the rules.

Bahiti opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it when the chief began to speak.

“Bahiti, we want to ensure that you are safe and that you remain with us. Once you are mated to Akecheta you will have free reign of all that surrounds us,” Chief Hiamovi said.

Nuttah tilted her her head slightly to Bahiti waiting to hear what her response would be. Chief Hiamovi was hinting to Bahiti that he wanted to know if she could tell him what Akecheta’s chances were of winning the games. The corner of Bahiti’s lips turned up but her face gave nothing away.

“Thank you for ensuring that I will not be a prisoner if Akecheta wins and we are mated,” Bahiti said.

Chief Hiamovi groaned outwardly. Akecheta visibly sighed and shook his head.

“May we be excused?” Bahiti asked.

The chief waved his hand dismissing them. They turned and exited the cabin. Bahiti smiled slyly at Nuttah as they walked to her living quarters.

“Why don’t you just tell Chief Hiamovi if Akecheta will win? It will put everyone at ease,” Nuttah said. she raised her hand and motioned around the village. Young children ran around playing together. Women were busy cleaning or cooking the food that had recently been hunted by their mates.

“Or it could cause great distress if Akecheta is not fated to be my mate.”

Nuttah stopped walking. Bahiti stopped and turned to face her.

“That’s it. Have you seen someone not of this clan as your mate?” Nuttah asked. “Is it the werewolf warrior?” Nuttah had not confessed to Bahiti that she had gone to find her on one of her runs and instead found her in human form swooning over a male wolf. Nuttah was sure that the warrior had traveled to their land to get a look at who he assumed would be his mate.

Bahiti took two steps and came to a stop in front of her. She raised her hand and placed it loving on the side of her face. “As much as it pains me to keep it from you, of all, I can not tell what will be.”

Nuttah closed her eyes and leaned into Bahiti’s hand. When she opened them, Bahiti’s eyes glowed golden.


Bahiti’s hand fell to her side and Nuttah straightened before turning to the voice. She glanced back at Bahiti once more before backing away.

“Coming mama!” she called. She turned and ran over to her waiting mother.

She was instantly put to work. When she had turned sixteen, her days of spending all of her time with Bahiti had ended. Bahiti was treated somewhat like royalty. They all thought that she would soon be mated to Akecheta and he would take over as Chief once Hiamovi moved on.

Bahiti already had free reign to do whatever she wanted. Nuttah, like the rest of the clan, had work to do. At the moment they were to prepare for Bahiti’s twenty-fifth birthday. There was to be a big celebration before the games were to begin. Even then they were to make sure that their guests, which included the other chiefs and their best warrior, had a comfortable stay in the Romara.

The witches prided themselves on being the most superior species and they wanted to be sure that they witnessed their graciousness. Everyone had agreed to be civilized. Chief Hiamovi wanted to prove that they were the most civilized being more human lycans who transformed into animals and the vampires who needed to feed on the blood of humans to survive.

Nuttah got to work to make sure that Bahiti had the best birthday before the games began.

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TV Talk – 13 Reasons Why – Season One

Hey love-bugs,

So, I’ve watched this show when it first hit Netflix but I wanted to have a talk about it because I know this show had an impact on a lot of people. A spoiler alert is in full effect, so if you haven’t yet seen this show, do not proceed until you do. You have been warned.

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I first read the book that this series is based on about five years ago when I was studying to get my writing degree. At the time I found the story to be intriguing and such a bold topic. The book touched me, but the show left me shaken up.

I’ve seen so many people who were not happy about the fact that they chose to show the actual suicide and even went as far as to say that the show was glorifying suicide and I do not think that is the case. I one hundred percent think that showing the suicide was needed. It brought everything that we had watched during twelve episodes come full circle in a way.

People commit suicide for all types of reasons. Hannah gave us clear reasons as to why she was pushed to the point that the only solution was to take her own life. It wasn’t just one reason, but the collection of them all that made her feel as if she had no other option and actually watching her do it showed us how difficult it was. I also think that it could possibly help who may be a part of bullying. Watching someone take their own life is not an easy thing to do.

At first, I wondered how the writers and producers thought they would manage to get more than one season out of this show but the ending left me feeling like there needed to be more to get to a resolution so I am happy about a second season. Hopefully, we will learn what happened to Alex and Mr. Porter and also how Hannah’s parents are going to handle things now that they have the recordings.

I just hope that no one takes as long as Clay took to get through those tapes. It happened exactly as it did in the book, but watching the show I just wanted to yell at him to just listen to the darn tapes already and stop trying to approach everyone. He had this need to try and fix things but he didn’t take the time to do so when Hannah was alive. That was probably my biggest pet peeve about the show, but then again, if he had just listened like everyone else, there might have been a need for thirteen episodes.

What are your thoughts on this show? Let me know.

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Book Discussion – Escorting The Billioniare – Book One

There is something about a well structured story that is enjoyable to read.

As always Love-bugs spoilers are a strong possibility, so if you haven’t yet read this book, leave, read it and come back to tell me what you thought.

Kindle –

Paperback –

Now onto the discussion…

By now you guys know that I am a pretty easy read. I just can’t find anything to hate about this book. It’s a romance with some erotic, so by now we should know what that all includes.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book but I wasn’t expecting it to play out the way it did. These characters were well developed with back stories and you couldn’t help but like them or hate them (yeah I’m talking about you Mrs. Preston).

I also think I may have just found my first book boyfriend (hey there James). I never did the whole thing where you like a male character so much that you wish they were the real deal. I’ve always just read books for the pure enjoyment of it. Soaking up the story and being immersed in these fictional characters worlds, but James Preston, where can I find one like you?

There isn’t even anything super special about James and yet I fell in love.

Books like these are why I am so screwed up about love. Can people really fall in love after only a week of knowing each other? Leigh James sure made me think that they could. Not only did it happen to Audrey and James but their best friends Cole and Jenny managed to fall in love during the same time span. Isn’t love grand?

Of course there were bumps along the road and I loved that they weren’t predictable. Audrey and her drunk mother planning to blackmail someone, anyone so she can get a come-up with the information that her daughter was an escort. Uh, I hated how cold her mother was to her and it was sad that I could actually believe that it was possibly for a mother to treat their child that way. Mrs. Preston was no better. It was so important that her sons married in their same class that she was willing to do anything to get someone who didn’t fit that bill out of the way, including murder. She had absolutely no shame in letting the way she felt known. Ugh, I really hate her.

I got my happy ending and that means the world to me. I’m all about the love people. I gave this story five stars (obviously).

What did you guys think? Leave me a comment and let me know.

The next book up for discussion is…

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Paperback –

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Tip Tuesday – Describing Your Story

Hey love-bugs,

How do you talk about your story without giving too much away and still giving enough information to make someone want to read it?

It’s tough.

You don’t want to say too much and you can’t say too little. If you don’t give people enough details to draw them in, they may not want to pick up your book. If you give them every detail from start to finish, they won’t pick up your book because what’s the point? You’ve told them everything. There’s no need to read the book now.

So you write a logline. If you do it right, it should sum up your story without giving up too much and keeping it short and sweet. But loglines are hard to write. You mean to tell me that I have to tell you about my story in just one sentence?
That’s impossible.

That’s what I’ve always thought. Writing a logline now is a lot easier and it is because I write a Quick Pitch Logline. A way to hit all of the important points of your story, pitch you a prospective reader and it doesn’t give everything away. Plus, it’s technically one sentence. One long sentence that actually looks like a paragraph. Below you will find an example QPL for one of my stories and you will find the formula. I hope that this helps you out as you move forward with writing your story.

Example: WHO ARE YOU is a thriller about Justice, a shy young girl, who after meeting a guy on the internet, wants to get off the internet and join the real world, but when the internet guy becomes persistent with them being together, has to distance herself from him, which seems impossible because he inserts himself into her real life.

Template: (Title) is a (simple genre – comedy, drama, romance, horror, sci-fi, thriller, action, adventure) about (name of hero), a (flaw identification – implies sympathy, jeopardy, likeability, humor, power) (with character role), who after (10-15% new opportunity – opportunity for change in character – inciting incident), wants to (new situation), but when (25% change of plans – A- Story and B- Story –
Act Two turning point), has to win/stop/escape/retrieve (outer motivation, a visible goal that has a clear endpoint. Will they or won’t they what?), which seems impossible because (outer conflict/the nemesis with flaw identification. This has to be a single person who personifies the hero’s external conflict. Not a group or feeling or force of nature.)

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Music Madness – Grace Vanderwaal – So Much More Than This

Hey love-bugs,

So, I think this is the young girl who won one of those shows, X-Factor or America’s Got Talent. I’m not sure which because I don’t watch either, but I remember her on a talk show or two. Of course, she’s much older now.

I liked this song. I could catch myself listening to it on my phone. This song is all about how therapeutic music can be. It embodies that feeling that you get when you put your headphone on and turn your music up and just block out everything around you and everything going on with you.

That is one of the reasons I love music so much. Like reading a book, music can teleport you to another place. The video is very minimalistic. Not much going on. Grace goes into the studio to record and once she puts the headphones on everything disappears. She is in a field and making innocent discoveries. Not what I would expect if I were to close my eyes and just listen to the video, but it’s not so far-fetched that I can’t see the meaning behind it.

Do you guys like this song and video?

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Short Story – Who Are You – Chapter Five

Justice walked out of school with Brittany at her side.

“What are you going to do?” Justice had confided in Brittany about Max and his phone calls. The true that Max might be dangerous was a shock to Brittany.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“How about telling your mom?”

“I can’t tell her about this. I wasn’t supposed to give my number out.”

“Okay, but what’s more important? Getting in trouble or getting her to change your number?” Brittany made a good point. If she told her mom that some crazy guy was calling and texting her because she had made a mistake, her mom would likely get her phone number changed. But what was she to do about the fact that he also knew where she lived?

“No, I can’t tell her,” Justice said making up her mind. “I just have to hope that he’ll move on. I mean, how long can he keep this up?”

Justice had no idea just how long Max could keep it up. She arrived at the corner where she and Brittany would split up.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Brittany asked.

“No, that’s okay. Then you would have to just turn around.”

“Okay, send me a email when you get home.” Justice no longer carried her phone with her and she kept it powered off. It was all she could do to prevent Max from contacting her.

They waved goodbye and went their separate ways. Justice liked the fact that Brittany was worried about her and if she had been thinking, she might have taken her up on her offer to walk her home. Because there hadn’t been much contact from Max outside of his calls and texts, Justice figured she was fine to walk home alone. She had managed to walk to school by herself and she had been out the day before.

On her walk home she been painfully aware of a car driving slowly behind her. The car never gets to close, but the appearance of the car was enough to spook her. She walked at a steady pace but was tempted to take off in a run.

Could it be Max following her?

What was she going to do if he got out and wanted to speak to her?

Justice turned and stopped into a store near her house. She made her way to the back and looked around as if she was going to buy something. What she was really doing was trying to give the car enough time to drive by. She wanted to be able to walk outside and not find the car anywhere in sight.

She didn’t know how ling she stayed in the store looking around, but when she looked out the front door she didn’t see the car. She let out a deep breath and stepped out of the store. She looked up and down the street and there was no sign of the car. Her shoulders sagged with relief.

Justice turned and headed down the street. She was about to pass an alley when someone grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulls her into the alley. Before she can scream, her mouth is covered and her feet are lifted up off of the ground. She was shoved into the trunk of a car and forced into total darkness.

The car rocked as whoever grabbed her climbed inside. She could hear the car start up and was thrown forward as the car began to move.

She didn’t know how long they drove for but was relieved when the car finally came to a stop. Her relief was quickly replaced with fear as the reality of what was going on rained down on her.

The trunk opened and Justice could see that it had gotten darker outside. A man hovered over the open trunk but she couldn’t see who he was. She opened her mouth to scream before everything went dark.

Justice’s head throbbed. She struggled to open her arms. When she finally got them open she was lying on her back on a hard floor in a small empty room. One single light cast a hollow glow on the room. She looked around and tried to sit up. pain shot to her head and she clutched it, crying out.

The door opened and Justice’s mouth fell open at the sight of the man stepping inside. There was a reason why his voice had sounded familiar when he called her. She knew him. That bad breakup that had her mom packing them up and moving? The breakup-ee was standing in front of her.

Max Miller.

He had dated her mom for about two years before she broke up with him and moved him away. Why was Max contacting her? What did he want with her?

Max didn’t say anything as he walked over to her and kneeled down in front of her. Justice flinched away from him when he raised his hand and reached for her. His fingers grazed her head where it throbbed. She sat stone still while he looked at her. Max rose to his feet and walked out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Justice got to her feet and ran to the door. She tried to pull it open but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. She sulked away from the door and cowered in the corner pulling her knees up to her chest.

What was going to happen to her? How long was he going to keep her locked up? She had so many questions running through her head. One of them being, why didn’t she let Brittany walk her home?


Angela stepped out of the car and found a young girl sitting on the steps to the apartment. She recognized her as one of the girls she saw with Justice. It took a moment before she saw an older woman standing on the porch.

“Can I help you?” Angela asked. The woman had a worried look on her face. The girl wore the same expression.

“Do you know where Justice is?’ the girl asked.

“Brittany don’t be rude,” the woman said calmly.

“Sorry,” Brittany apologized. “I’m Brittany, Justice’s friend.”

“Hi, Brittany. Justice should be inside.”

“I just wanted to be sure. I told her to email me when she got home but she didn’t,” Brittany said.

“I’m sorry. Brittany insisted that we come over here to make sure that Justice was okay.”

Angela didn’t understand why Brittany would be so worried. She invited them inside and headed into the apartment. The apartment was dark which wasn’t such a surprise if Justice was asleep, but Angela had gotten off work earlier and she expected to find Justice on the couch watching TV.

She turned on the light and made her way to Justice’s room, where she found it empty. Angela turned and walked back to the living room where Brittany and her mother waited.

“She not home.”

“Oh,” Brittany said softly.

“Brittany if you know something, you need to tell us,” her mother said.

“Justice gave her number to some kid she met online but it turned out to be some man, so she turned her phone off so he couldn’t contact her,” Brittany said in a rush.

“What was the man’s name?” Angela asked in a hushed tone.

“He told her his name was Max,” Brittany answered.

Angela quickly removed her phone and dialed a number. “Detective Horvath, this is Angela Novotny. He’s got here.” Angela turned away from Brittany’s bugged out eyes and her more wore a worried expression. She ended the call and rushed outside to wait on the porch. Brittany and her mother followed her.

“What’s going on,” Debbie asked.

“My ex, ” Angela started. “I started noticed that he had a little fascination with Justice. At first I thought it was harmless but I soon realized that it wasn’t, so I left him and moved me and Justice here to get him away from him.”

Angela was surprisingly calm. That was a lie. She wasn’t freaking out but she tried to remain calm. The important thing was to find Max and get Justice back. A thought hit her and she ran into the house and to Justice’s room. She grabbed her phone and powered it on.

By the time Angela made it back outside, Detective Horvath and several officers were pulling up to the house.

“There are over a hundred calls and texts on here from him,” she said shoving the phone into the detective’s hand.

Horvath went through the messages and then did what Angela was thinking of doing. He dialed the number and they waited with baited breath to see if Max would answer the phone.

Justice sat locked in that room for what felt like hours. Her stomach growled because she hadn’t eaten since lunch at school. Max didn’t come back to check on her. She had to use the bathroom but there was no where for her to go.

Was she ever going to get out?

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Film Friday – The Boss Baby

Hey Love-bugs,

A spoiler alert is in full effect, so if you haven’t yet seen this movie, exit stage right. You have been warned.

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This was a really cute movie. Tim thinks he has the perfect life. It’s just him and his parents. They dote on him and he doesn’t have to share their love with anyone. That is until they mention a little brother. Tim has a wild imagination and he believes that his new brother arrives in a taxi, wearing a full suit and carrying a briefcase. His parents stop spending much time with him because the baby demands all of their attention and then Tim learns that he can talk and comes from a big corporation where he was sent on assignment to stop a new breed of puppies from hitting the market.

Tim is struggling with the idea of sharing his parents because he doesn’t think that they will be able to love them both. Boss baby is trying to stop this new puppy from coming out because this puppy will take all of the parents love from the baby. The two ideas parallel each other.

I liked the fact that I couldn’t tell if everything was actually going on or it if was just all a part of Tim’s very vivid imagination. Especially at the end where we learn that Tim is sharing this story with his daughter because she has just become a new big sister. His daughter asks if the story is real and he says it’s how he remembers it.

As much as Tim and the baby (Ted) despised each other, they quickly bond over their shared interest in stopping the puppy. Ted doesn’t want to be “fired” and made to be a real baby and Tim wants Ted to go back to his job so he can go back to being an only child.

The overall message of the movie is that there is enough love to go around for all. Tim and Ted want to stay together at the end of the assignment and of course they do, with Ted being a normal baby and not the boss.

Just a really cute movie and good for kids to see. It teaches them about sharing and love. I also think adults should watch this as well. With the way this world is going, everyone can learn about love and sharing, lol. Seriously.

What did you guys think of this film? Let me know.

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