Archer Wild. Well, that was a lot of information. The knowledge that I came to know today is sailing in the waters in my head. I would have never thought that a father could do this to their child. And what is wrong with Oliver? Looking at the man in question, he has the same expression on his face that mirrors mine. Paison, on the other hand, is looking like he wants to punch the wall. “Paison, you have to tell me everything that happened from the moment you stepped out of your childhood home.” His face then loses color and he looks down at his shoes and starts talking. Paison’s POV “What are we going to do?” The pain in Maybells voice brings me to my knees. Being six and living on your own is not the ideal situation at all. How could he, the rage that flows through my veins is blinding. Making me see a scarlet shade of red. “What we are going to do is something that is going to hurt, but we need to move forward. We have to move on from the one home that we know.” Where ar
Maybell Smith I'm not as upset as upset in the morning as I was last night. And I definitely owe Paison an apology! Snuggling back into the pillow that has been framing my face, I wonder if it is even worth it to get out of bed today. Looking around, I make my way to the walk-in closet that I am starting to fall in love with. It's a natural brown color inside. The three shelfs make the closet seem bigger than it is. The best part though? The outfits that Asher bought me are sitting color coordinated and by size. I picked up the army, green crop, and the white jeans that fit my figure. I walk into the bathroom, and look at the person in the mirror that is staring back at me. If you told me five days ago that I would be standing in a mansion, staring into my own reflection, I would highly suggest that you go get your head checked. I pull my hair into a dancer's bun, and put the diamond hair accessory around the bun. I’m not sure when I became the person that would put on a face ful
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