I'm Marrying A Halfblooded Vampire.

Hermione’s POV:

“Slow down K!” I yelled, as I rode on one of the many bikes in the garage. Despite Kaleb telling me to stay away from them, I couldn’t help myself. Plus, it was either I bike alongside, or no running at all for him. It was a tough choice for him, in the end, I gotten my way.

I was starting to feel the dirt in the air stick to my face and as much as I like the wind in my hair, I hated how oily and slick my face feels after every ride.

I smiled, as I see the huge brown-white wolf running ahead of me, filled with energy. He really was like a dog let out of his cage and I love how Kaleb’s vibes were coming back. It’s been long since I saw him this happy.

Only when we near the cliff, did Kaleb come to a halt. I had least expected him to come here, especially since the doctors had told him to take it slow, because he has only just started doing some exercises after therapy. Then again, Kaleb was always unexpected.

“Are we going to go for a dive?” I focused into the far horizon as Kaleb morphed back into human form and pull on something.

“Hey, I’ve got to let loose. I’m rid of every single type of brace and I’m finally able to control my every muscle!” He smiled and pulled me forward.

“Don’t come crying when it hurts,” I sneered, and walk to the edge.

“Oh, I won’t. Meet you down there,” He smiled, and just as I thought he was about to plunge, I felt a push and I was falling down.

Soon enough, my body was in contact with water and it greeted me like I was her best friend. Surrounding me, I couldn't help but feel so delighted. Only after swimming around a little, did I managed to force myself up.

I swung around to allow my hair to fall away from my face, before I open my eyes. And when I actually did, I was viewing Kaleb upfront. He’s face was millimeters away from mine, and I notice how flawless he actually looks. I could feel his legs trapping the water just beside mine and then I notice if I was just to move a little forward, our lips would touch.

We were silent for a few seconds, before I felt my face becoming red and I instantly push him away.

“Catch me!” I screamed before plunging my head in the water, and swimming towards shore.
With every stroke, I struggled to reach shore before he caught up. A thousand and one emotions swirling in me, I pondered just what this was turning out to be. I never had trouble with boys, I mean; we were always just chummy friends and all. So what’s happening now?

Tyanne’s POV:

“The pink is bad.” Lorraine sticks her nose in disgust, causing me to laugh.

“I agree, pink is bad, it’s like a silk pullover” Magdalia eyed the pink gown dirtily and threw it to one side.

Never have I dream, I would be choosing my wedding gown right here, right now, when I’m only eighteen. I didn’t even attend prom and here I was, choosing dresses for my wedding. Honestly, to say I’m not afraid, that would be a lie, but surprisingly, excitement bubbled in me. I amazingly, am ecstatic that I was here, looking at all these beautiful white gowns. A month ago, I would probably have dreaded this experience.

“Oh, what about this, I like the details on the silk,” Lorraine pulled out an extremely fluffy white tube gown. It was smooth with silver diamond beads all the way down the torso, and spreads largely from the corset. The skirt is bell shaped, and it was far too much volume for my liking.

“Too puff,” I shook.

“This is pretty,” Hermione smiled, completely in love with a cream/bronze mermaid silhouette gown. It had a ribbon fluff hem at the bust, and a sweet doll ribbon right below. The skirt then flows all the way down smoothly. Yet somehow, I didn’t like the smooth touch the skirt has.
It was then I realize I actually had something plan in my head, despite the fact I never really thought of my dream wedding since I’m 13.

“I have something else in mind actually,” I bit my lip and continued shoveling through the racks. There were actually hundreds and hundreds of beautiful gowns brought over by my very own dress designer, but it was just so tough to actually choose one.

And as I carried on, my eyes landed on one particular dress that laid, at the front of one of the racks.

“This one,”

As I allowed myself to sink into the soft cushions, I wondered how I survived the hour of poking and readjusting. Ruby, one of the ladies, sent in advance by my wedding planner, was measuring and taking away inches from the dress itself. I was actually very pleased with how she gave me an exact idea of how it’d be like.

“You look like a dead cat,” Wyatt’s voice boomed the room, and soon enough, he was beside me, looking exhausted himself.

“Try standing still for a whole hour.” I sighed.

“You’re not the only one, baby doll,” He pulled me into him and laid his tired head on my shoulder.

“How’s the suit coming?”

“Well, all I know, is the guy standing at the altar on that day, would definitely be a whole new Wyatt Hunter,” He laughs heartily before placing a kiss on my shoulder. It was so close to my neck, that it was actually scary. I must have trembled, because the next I know, he was turning me around and kissing my lips instead.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Wyatt made a low growl, but continued kissing me, it was as if he couldn’t get enough, but I like it too much to make him get it too.
The person at the door knocked once again, a couple of times, consecutively, till finally, I pulled away and motioned for Wyatt to get it.

With a grunt, Wyatt dragged his feet sulkily to the door and opened it with a sullen face that screamed he wasn’t happy because of the interruption. And I couldn’t help but only giggle at how Wyatt was acting.

“Prince Wyatt, there’s someone looking for you,” As I peered, I see a really anxious and serious looking maid.

“Fine, who is it?” Wyatt groaned and motioned for me to go down too.

When we finally got to the hallway, the whole group was there too. Their faces and stance don’t seem too happy. When Wyatt and I got to the door, I finally understood why.

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