Red Riding Hoods Beast : Erotic Fairy Tales Series #1

Chapter Five

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The sound of the droplets of rain woke me up. My eyes scanned out the window and notice the gray clouds and clicking sounds of the soft rain pouring upon the surroundings of the house. The abrupt winds brushed the trees back and forth, making leaves dance away with the wind and fly far away from where they had fallen. I rest deeper into my covers, hearing the roaring sounds of the thunders in the distance.

I try to close my eyes and think of anything that won't make me think about. . . that night. The night I had meet the beast and where everything once started.

I slowly get out of the covers and stand before the window. The small droplets of water sliding down the cold window, I keep scanning the wilderness outside. The trees and nature hiding inside the woods to get away from the now heavy rain. Suddenly, I feel depressed. Inside the house, it was warm. While outside everything seemed cold and off. . . Odd.

After some couple of minutes of staring outside, I drag myself out of the bedroom but before I turn towards the door. Something catching my attention. A piece of clothing. . . What. . .

While I approach the corner of my chamber, the clothing lays upon a small chair. Slowly, my hands touch it and I feel myself wrapped on an aromatic scent. . . his scent. The beast. Once the fabric rests in my hand, the sensation of sparkles rushing through me made me realize it was indeed his. It was a small piece of cloth. I kept smelling it, letting the scent of the woods captivate my nostrils.

-"kiss me"

-"kiss me"

-"kiss me. . ."

My cheeks slowly flushed at the thought of me saying that. . . the dream. That dream. The beast was full on human. I was mesmerized by his appearance, his features and his authoritarian aura. He is indeed intimidating to others, but for me. . . he's just . . . him. . . He doesn't hide his true self with me. He's been once the beast everybody feared, but for me, he's the beast that brings me the most indescribable warmth. . . safety and . . . happiness.

But, if he was here. . . oh god. . . grandmother!

Quickly I rushed out the door and down the hallway towards her chamber, once I stood in front of the door, the strong sound of her snores filled my ears. My adrenaline relaxed and my muscles calmed themselves. . . Why would he hurt her anyway? You never know what he will do to whoever is around you. Wait what? . . .

For the past days things have happened and not just the beast bothered my thoughts but, as well that silver eyes wolf. . . another beast? Could it be possible there is two hybrids? Hybrid. Is that what he is? Or is that what they are? Hybrids. . .

I'm not sure. But suddenly I feel bothered by the both beast that wonder around here. But there's only one beast for me. . .

Oh god. . . Stop. Stop. Seriously, there may be something inhumanly going on with me, but. I can't be with the beast. I know I can't, but. . . there may be a possibility.

Maybe.

After my thoughts dozed me off for some minutes I decided to prepare something for sleeping grandmother. I walked into the kitchen, still holding tightly against the piece of fabric. I should save this. . . I should.