Lahat ng Kabanata ng Torn Between Mates: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Jenna Last night I dreamt about my parents. I have told no one about them, but there is a reason I don't keep in touch with them. They thought consuming alcohol and screaming at each other day and night was more important than taking care of their daughter. On the outside, we looked like the exemplary family, wealthy with a beautiful house and a splendid garden, picture-perfect family members always smiling at the neighbors. Still, inside our walls, I was always unhappy. When other kids came to school with home-cooked meals or lunch money, I sat empty-handed with my eyes still on the floor, reminiscing about my parents sleeping on the floor, drunk and unconscious. Call me an idiot, but I never cried or dared tell anyone about my parents. I survived with a heavy heart, constantly crying, desperately begging for someone to notice me. The younger me needed a hug, help, or anything to make her feel alive. She was alone and lost to suffering. But t

JennaHannah is sleeping in my bed while I'm lying deathly still on a mattress on the floor. I'm staring at the fans in the ceiling. I watch them spin and spin and determine my emotions must move in the same manner, around and around in the same damn circle.Earlier, I broke up with Jake and endured him yelling at me. I couldn't stop him from calling me names. My heartless ass deserved to hear his anger, and then, when tears found his eyes, I felt like the most terrible person on earth. I didn't even cry...Though what really makes me wonder if I'm right in the head, now that we are officially over, I'm not sad; I'm finally free.Jake never loved me. I was easy to deal with; I did what he asked and never complained when he left the kitchen a mess or played his video games the entire day. There was no love in our relationship. Jake took me for granted, and I now realize that I want more. I crave love, adventure, passion, and everything they make fairytales

JennaDaylight is god’s evil creation. The aching in my skull throbs and flows like an inner tempest. I drank way too many tequilas yesterday, and now I’m paying the price. Bright sunlight catches my eyes, and I groan in bitterness at my phone vibrating in my pocket.“Who is it?” My voice is hoarse when I press my phone to my ear.“Jenna?” Hannah sounds worried. And so much happier than she should be. Damn morning people. Doesn’t she know Wednesday is the day of suffering? “Are you drunk?”“No, I’m not drunk... I’m one hundred percent hungover though,” I drag my left hand over my face, grunting at the climbing headache building up in my temples. “I’m not working today, and that’s precisely why I spent my entire night drinking tequila in my bathtub,”“Oh-my-god, where are you?”“I’m sitting on a park bench somewhere...

Jenna“We need to work faster! The customers are waiting for their food!”My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when I stride out of the locker room. Ariel is working in the kitchen like just another ordinary person. The sight of him wearing an apron while sweating behind a frying pan is peculiar enough to turn me into stone.“Faster!” Ariel orders. “The chicken needs to go into the pan!”I clamp my lips together when he glances at me, hating how my insides burn at the sight of him, loathing his good looks.“Jenna! Don’t just stand there! Start serving the customers their food!”Ariel’s commanding voice clears my thoughts. I swear the guy is louder than Gordon Ramsay, which is rather alarming.“Yes, chef!”Hastily, I lower myself to pick up the finished plates and catch my reflection in the glazed tiles over the counter—smoked eyes with determinat

JennaI can hear strange sounds coming from Ariel when I grab his mane made of scales. Never in my entire life did I imagine I would ride a dragon. Yet here I am, about to climb onto the back of the possibly most gigantic creature I’ve ever seen.“Should I just sit on your back then?”There isn’t a reply. Figures.“I’m guessing you can’t talk in your dragon form?”Blue, stormy eyes are silently studying mine. I stare back at the gigantic creature, noticing how its mouth seems to curl by the corners, almost as if Ariel is laughing at me. The awareness makes me blush.“I’ve never ridden a dragon before!” I openly complain and sigh dramatically to prove my frustration. “Should I climb up on your back like Daenerys when she rode Drogon in Game Of Thrones?”Without further ado, I heave myself onto the dragon. One leg stretch over its back while my hands grip the