It was a warm summer evening, and my mother had spared no expense to celebrate my birthday. The grand ballroom of our mansion was adorned with opulent decorations, and the chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. The air was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversations as the well-dressed crowd mingled.The party was a lavish affair, a spectacle designed to showcase our family's status and wealth. My mother had invited an array of influential people, and the mansion's gardens were transformed into a wonderland of twinkling lights, flower arrangements, and tables laden with gourmet delights.Despite the grandeur of the celebration, I found myself retreating from the crowd, excusing myself with a polite smile and a promise to return shortly. The truth was, I felt like a mere observer in this extravagant display. The faces around me were familiar but distant, and the smiles and well-wishes only served to remind me of the enigmatic wo
My mother's relentless pursuit of a marriage arrangement had reached a fevered pitch, and I found myself trapped in a web of expectations and obligations that threatened to smother me. The rich family boy she had chosen as my prospective groom came from a background as opulent as our own, and the alliance was deemed advantageous for our family business.It was an arrangement my mother had been working on diligently, convinced that it would offer me stability and security after the harrowing near-death experience that had marked my life. Her intentions were well-meaning, but the weight of her expectations pressed down on me, making me feel like a pawn in a game I had no desire to play.The news of this impending marriage was a suffocating revelation, and I couldn't bear the thought of a life mapped out for me, devoid of choice and autonomy. Panic gripped my heart, and I knew I needed an escape from the stifling confines of my world.I had heard about a crowded bar on the outskirts of t
The grey, almost black sky covered the beautiful field of lush looking flowers. The wind carrying the perfumed scent along. It was wild and beautiful and carried the scent of roses and tulips and wild berries plucked fresh out of the green trees.It was warm and innocent and and a lively atmosphere, full of naivety and heart's desires.Out there was a young beautiful girl, hopping along in her long skirt made from the finest of silk fabric that was the utmost soft to the touch--almost like velvety rose petals. Her dark long hair braided with flowers hung over her delicate, ivory skinned shoulders, begging to be admired. She went on collecting the tiny daisies and tulips and roses in her hands, all until they were full and she couldn't carry anymore. She was happy. Ecstatic. Warm and content. She'd always been happy around mother nature and her range of beauty starting from the delicate flowers in her hands and the huge, looming trees that stood all around her like a big, protective
• Ava's POV •"It's high time now, Ava." Zoe spoke up. "I think you should hook-up with some other guy."I inwardly cringed at her words, trying my best not to scrunch up my nose in the process as I moved along the busy cafeteria line, my lunch tray clutched in my hands."Honestly, I never knew you were a one night stand kind of person," Elliot spoke up behind me, "but there's this party tonight at Owen's–"I placed my lunch tray on our table and slumped down with a small groan. "Elliot, I'm not trying to hook-up with someone when I have a boyfriend."He frowned at me before sitting down across from me. Meanwhile, Zoe sat down beside me. The leather bands around her wrists thudding lightly against the table."Well, why are we talking about hook-ups then?" Elliot asked, running a hand through his dark blond hair, pushing them back. I glanced over his shoulder, not surprised to see two random girls giving him the candy looks.Since Elliot had the looks and all, girls swooned over him wa
• Ava's POV •We were all set for ditching the party.Until I realized about a big, major problem.Ian.How was I supposed to ditch him too? Especially now that we were having those relationship doubts all of a sudden.Were we?Whatever it was, I needed to let him know how I wouldn't be here at this party. And how he shouldn't come here either. Which was just plain stupid but I needed to tell him something before leaving."Hey." Answered an unfamiliar voice from the other end when I called Ian. Just hearing that voice, answering his call, made something churn inside my stomach.Oh Lord."Ian?" I asked in a small confused voice.I very much knew how that wasn't Ian. I knew how that was a girl's voice answering his phone. Not just any girl. That very much sounded like Charlotte.You know he's into that Charlotte chick."He is busy. Who are you?" She asked.I furrowed my brows at that. I didn't know whether I felt hurt or not. Not because of Charlotte not recognizing my voice. But becaus
• Ava's POV •"What?" I asked.Grandma ignored my sudden surprise and spoke up, "It is said to be formed in the Underworld." I refrained myself from groaning out loud when I heard her say that. "And stolen from there."I looked at her this time, instead of the black gemstone. "Who stole it?"The thought of somebody stealing something from the Underworld, more or less a human, was crazy."Nobody knows." She sounded very much genuine saying that. As if Underworld even existed. "Many believe it was formed by the dark Furies who went against Hades. They formed this stone for Persephone."I scrunched up my nose at that. It always intrigued me, the stories grandma believed in. But I could still never make myself believe in them."Right." I nodded slowly. "And who are the Furies?"A small smile tugged on her lips as she pulled the shawl closer against her. There was always this warm aura around her, something that made me feel at ease. More than any other family member of mine."The dark sou
Ava's POV:I couldn't move.For a whole wide second, I couldn't move. And then I jerked up, gasping for air. Everything rotated in front of my eyes. I had to blink several times before my vision readjusted.A small whimper escaped my lips. I couldn't feel the pain. But at the same time, I could. It felt extremely strange.Looking around, I realized how I had been laying down on the grass. We were surrounded by trees. And the sun was nowhere in sight.It was still night.Will.As if sudden realization hit me, I stood up immediately. Part of me wanted to wince out loud in pain. But there was no pain.When I was completely standing, I looked around for my car. I remembered the sudden crash. I remembered how I was inside that car.How come I was laying on the grass then?God, where was Will?It took me seconds before I spotted the car. The front was smashed against a tall tree trunk. That wasn't what bothered me."Will!" I heard my shout before I ran towards the passenger door. I couldn't
Ava's POV:It had been almost half an hour since I had woken up. I was in a room. A very big room. And that scared me so much that my legs had refused to get up.There was no window. Just a black door. This whole room would've been pitch black if it wouldn't have been the dark grey gloom coming from the ceiling. The transparent ceiling overlooking a stormy, grey sky.I once again found myself clutching the silk black sheet over me. The bed was huge. With a couch in the corner. And a glass table at the other corner. The walls were white. Almost grey.The only thing keeping me from screaming out loud were my clothes. At least, they were the same clothes I had worn in that party. The party at our house.Mom.I didn't even realize how I had started crying. Unclenching my hands from the sheets, I covered my face with them.This wasn't fine. This was wrong. I shouldn't be here. Where was I? Why was I in a room? What if that boy had kidnapped me?Oh my God, what was he going to do with me?A