Welcome to the Wattpad Block Party - Winter Edition III!
Round FIVE of this popular event is coming your way the entire month of February 2017 and it's going to be epic! The invites have started to roll out and everyone from your all time favo...
Hello, hello, readers old and new. I am Jo Lee Hunt (aka. Joflower), twice featured werewolf writer here to present a scene between two stubborn characters who don't even want to be here (and gave me a hard time to write as well—thanks, guys!). Yours truly had to drag our favourite goofball lycan (Alistair) from Heart of Stone kicking and screaming to this little shindig.
He agreed to come with the promise of strawberries.
*High-pitched girlish scream heard above the crowd of party-goers* STRAWBERRIES!!?? WHERE???
*Face-palm* Anyway... This scene is written in first-person POV from an unnamed mystery protagonist, who will make her debut appearance in the next book in the series.
*Gasp* I know, I know. First-person POV from some chick we don't even know yet? But isn't a bit of mystery fun? *Wiggles eyebrows*
Anyway, for those who don't know the premise of Heart of Stone:
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While it may look cliché and sound cliché, readers are happy to be called "Stoners" because it is addictive. We love to laugh, have our hearts ripped from our chests, and then thrust back in, patched up, and willing to try it all over again.
Before we begin, some foreign words you may want to know beforehand...
Foreign words:garçon = young male waiter (typically French for "boy") — Wunderbar = wonderful (German)
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A Mystery Date With Alistair
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'How would you like to spend Valentine's Day?'
Unfortunately for me, 'Lounging around the apartment, baby-free, in sweatpants, with a marathon of Supernatural, Teen Wolf, True Blood, and Vampire Diaries lined up,' wasn't one of the options listed on the questionnaire.
The hell?
Instead, there were two lame mushy options, a third dedicated to sports, and the fourth was the only one remotely close to the truth.
'A quiet evening at home with a special someone.'
Check.
Really, what was I thinking walking into this excuse of a "match-making" service?
It wasn't like I was interested in dating. My brother insisted I give it a try and meet someone new.
As if someone new could take my mind of him...
With a slight shake of my head, I walked up to the reception desk of the banquet hall to sign in.
I signed up for this match-making service a month ago when my brother shoved the pamphlet under my nose. I had to answer a series of multiple-choice questions on their website and submit it before the end of the week. Then, on Valentine's Day, the match-making service held a "date night" for all applicants to meet their top three matches, sit down with them for ten minutes, and enjoy complimentary drinks and appetizers before moving onto the next match for another ten minutes. At the end, if they were interested in any of their three matches, they could get his or her email address to further pursue communication on their own time.
