Maybell Smith The dream that I had was weird. I swear, I just dreamed that my father showed up, and told me that he sold me out. Isn't that crazy. Blinking my eyes open, I stare at the ceiling and ponder what the hell happened. Especially because I have no clue how I got into this bed. Flinging myself upright, I look around at the familiar surroundings before me. The bedroom that Asher put me in when I got here, stund me into silence. I looked around, when all the memories came crashing back to me. Walking into the glorious mall. Smelling all the delicious smells in Bath and Body Works. Facing the person that had a hand in me being thrown out. Then, fighting the person that definitely did not have permission to touch me. All those things slap me in the face, when snoring brings me out of my head. Looking to my right, I see Asher sitting on a chair, with his top half on the bed. And this man is fast asleep. How the crap is he comfortable like this? Shaking him gently, he flings aw
Prologue Do you ever wonder what would happen if you changed one thing in your life? Year after year we make thousands of choices, and go down thousands of paths, only to end up in the same place, the dirt. So, why do we try? One choice after another, and suddenly I'm standing on the edge of a warehouse thinking about how it all started. Maybell Age 6 Walking past the door that would wake my parents up. I look towards the ceiling and make a silent prayer that the floor I'm walking on won’t squeak under my feet. Walking down the stairs of our sensible two story house was no picnic. Stair after stair squeaked when I stepped as lightly as I could. Making my way across the living room, I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. What to get, what to get. The decision was so obvious for me when my eyes landed on the chocolate ice cream sitting in the back, untouched, that my mother bought after work today. Grabbing it out of the fridge, I open the freezer and fill a cup with
Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze. HM, what bullshit. Slamming the book, I huff before pushing it away from me and stare at it while it joins the other books on the floor. I stand and stretch my legs that have been sitting under me for the past 2 hours. This library might be helpful at times, but comfort is definitely not one of its strong suites. Looking toward the entrance, I debate on breaking the promise I made Paison, and go out and get food by myself. Right as I think that, the devil himself walks in like he owns the damn place. Turning towards him, I get ready to scold him when I notice the face he is making. I almost think it’s a face he makes when he is c
Asher Wild Waking up with a blinding headache is not the way I wanted things to start this morning. I wake up most mornings early to let my beast roam the forest surrounding my house. However, something about today feels different. He is more on edge, like something is about to happen. That might be why it feels like there are multiple dragons pounding away in my head. Making my way to my bathroom, I make sure to drink a whole lot of water, to try and drown the assholes that have been stomping around in my brain. Brushing my teeth, I debate on whether I want to shower, or just put on extra deodorant and call it a day. Stomping down the hall, I walk into the room Oliver calls home, and get instantly disappointed that he is not there. Usually we meet here to work out in the gym downstairs together, but it seems like he decided to do that alone. Closing his door, I walk down the stairs. And debate on what I want for breakfast this morning. Deciding on simple toast, I grab the brea
Maybell Smith I move around in the cloud that I'm somehow laying in and slowly come to, as I figure out what happened, and where I am. Opening my eyes, the bright light stabs me. I look around and see the most beautiful bedroom I have ever found myself in. The bed that is in the middle of the space is a dark blue with wooden beams that come out of the corners. There is a dresser right on the end of the bed that is a light brown, with a hint of gold. The carpet is white, and looks like it could be the softest thing my feet have ever touched. Sliding off the king sized bed, my feet hit the carpet and confirmed my suspicions. It is in fact, the softest thing these feet have touched in their little life. Getting out of the bed, I make my way to the door and peek out. Standing at the end of the hall talking to the giant man, is my twin. “Look, I know you're nervous, but this is the safest place for her. Archer’s not a bad guy, he is just older than dirt and doesn't know anything”. Clicki
Archer WildInfuriating! How dare that woman speak to me like that? Doesn’t she know who I am?Pacing the space that I have been walking for at least an hour, smoke practically pours out of my nose when I think about what she said.I have to tell myself to calm down, or I will go raging down the hall and throw that insufferable girl over my shoulder! Maybe that will teach her a lesson! Me, Archer Wild, not desirable? Any woman in her right mind would throw herself at me! I could have any woman I wanted, and this is who the God paired me with? An absolute know-it-all?Walking to the door I get ready to slam it open when I hear knocking come from the other side. Opening it carefully so as not to show how angry I am, I come face to face with the one person I didn’t want to see tonight! My beast steadies in my mind and focuses on the beauty sanding in frount of me. “Paison told me what happened. Thank you for bringing me here, but I don’t want to stay here anymore. We’re leaving.” She tu
Maybell SmithBlinking my eyes open, I see nothing but darkness. Getting up fast, I look down to see my hand covered with something sticky, but I can't see exactly what. Suddenly, a spotlight shines down on me and I finally get to take a look at my surroundings. Jumping back in horror, I note the dead bodies that litter the room. Paison, Archer, Oliver, they are all there, covered in ice, looking at me like I was their downfall. Looking down I see my hand covered in blood, the same stuff that came out of my mother on that horrible night. I open my mouth to scream and nothing comes out. The door at the other end bursts open and a faceless person walks in."You should have just come to me when you got the chance." He lets out this laugh that makes my toes curl in fear."Maybell." I spring out of bed and look around. Sitting next to me, in the bed I went to sleep on, is Archer. Looking at me like I had just told him I'm going to kill him in his sleep."What are you doing here?" I cover
Archer WildBegging me for it? Where did that come from? Walking down the stairs, I make my way to the kitchen and make myself an espresso. What am I doing? I told myself when this war with Fletcher started, that I would not endanger anyone by showing them I care about them. Do I care about her? I have dreamed of having this same thing as a kid, but I don't want all that takenaway from me if something goes wrong. Isn't that what everyone is worried about? Getting their heart ripped right out of their chest? Is it worth it? Maybe Gia will know. Walking down the hall, right up to Gia's room, and froze. Has she been through something like this before? If she has, I'll kill anyone that dares to crush her heart. Now I'm not sure if I want to know. Walking away, I went right back to the kitchen, and finished the expresso I so eloquently made, downing it in one go, Oliver walks down and stares at me. "She kicked you out?" Looking at him, I try to figure out how in the hell he would know