All Chapters of THE LYCAN PRINCE OF WESTSIDE EDEN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Isabella POVThe first thing I noticed was the air. It was nothing like where I was coming from. I dropped my pink suitcase in front of the dingy porch and took in a deep breath. My deep brown hair cascaded all around my back as I turned to take in the view.My father’s house, nestled in the middle of nowhere. I’d given my mother one school year. If I hated it here, I’d be gone. I didn’t care if her new boyfriend just got a new job coaching a football team up in Germany. They could leave me alone at home all year. I didn’t mind that.It was better than reconnecting with a father I never knew. Nothing moved as I dragged my suitcase along with me inside. The door was partially open, so I pushed it all the way, letting myself in.Urghh! It smelled like something died in here. And why the hell was it dark?I caught a lamp gleaming on a surface, off. I had just thought about heading there when suddenly, something thumped hard against my forehead. “Ouch!” I yelped, pushing back immediat

Isabella POV He had a sports car. A freaking sports car. I knew he was a nerd. He looked like one. Yet, he had to be the most stylish nerd in existence.I was in a cute little black dress with a pair of New Balance, sitting in his passenger seat. He rolled down the roof, even if it was dark and windy, before starting the car. Still in silence. I shifted uncomfortably in the leather seat, pulling at the seatbelt and doing everything other than cure the awkward silence in the air. He was leaning into his seat, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the window. “So what do you think about my baby brother?”I wasn’t expecting him to say anything, so hearing his voice was a shock; one that took a few seconds to recover. Under the dim street lights, I saw him roll his eyes. "A few hours in town and he already has you speechless?” he murmured, making a turn. “That’s a first.”I ignored him. "Why is football played here in the middle of the night?"He glances at me. “You’re jokin

Isabella POV “Red cup or blue cup?” Marv was asking, leaning into me so I could hear him above the music. I knew what he was trying to do. And it wasn’t working. I tried to like Westside Eden. The town was great. But I couldn’t help but remember that the minute this all ended, I would be back home with a father I hated. I would rather go home with a smile on my face and not fear that just an appearance was going to ruin it.Still, I answered Marv. “What’s the difference?”“Red, you’re single. The guys here are all going to try to hit on you.”“That’s if they find me attractive.”His face got red as he looked away sharply, muttering under his breath. "You are attractive."“And the blue cup?” I asked, clearing my throat and trying not to make this awkward. “You’re in a relationship. You’re taken. No one would bother you.”If I picked the blue cup, Marv would think one of two things. Either I had a boyfriend back at home waiting for me, or that there was a chance I wanted to be with h