Freaks Of A Feather Novels & Stories

However, they were truly amazed at her brazen words. Had she really scored 400 just to test and see if she could get the worst score possible by only writing her name and nothing else on purpose? Her courage was, for lack of a better word, amazing. Melinda's interview went viral online, and she actually gained fame for it. Everyone on the internet was making fun of her for what she said. "That can't be! Did someone really just use such a stupid way to prove themselves wrong?" "I checked her results, and she really did score just 400."

Freak. Once, it had hurt because I had believed it might be true. Now, it sounded tired. Small. A word Beverly had not outgrown because cruelty was the only crown she had ever managed to wear. I laughed. Beverly stiffened. “Have you looked in the mirror? Who is the freak now?” I smirked. “No wraith bargain will ever make you a match for me,” I told her. Her face changed. For the first time, fear flickered beneath her anger. Not much. Not enough. But I saw it. She had wanted me to be shocked by her. She had wanted me to feel threatened. She had wanted her red eyes and wrong power to make me shrink. Instead, I named what she was.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

Andrew sneered. Crystal snapped out of her state of shock. “Have you gone off your rocker, Silas? “You can’t just impersonate the heir of the Warburtons. “Trust me when—” Rachel cut her off by holding her up by the collar and shook her violently. “Quiet! Who are you to raise your voice at Silas?” Crystal went ballistic. Clutching her bruised eye, Crystal yelled furiously, “I bet you’re not his sister! “If anything, you look more like his side piece!”

I can sense warning in his voice. "Kj" Ayesha whispered. "Friends with the same feather," Cassandra whispered. "Two piece why?" I boldly replied to Xenoah and met his gaze. "Oh you will never wear that thing," he said while smirking. "Believe me I will, over my drop sexy gorgeous body I will," I said bravely. "Oh no," said by two of my friends at the same time which surprised me. The two looked at each other and shook at the same time.

I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back. Then a malicious voice rang out. "An animal should act like an animal. Crawl." I froze. Looking at Anna's expressionless face, I gritted my teeth and was about to crawl out as the grief and anger filled me. Anna suddenly roared, "Enough!"

His head snapped back with each impact, more blood spraying, his expensive suit getting ruined by the violence. "Cade! The jet!" Lee's voice cut through my rage. I looked up. Saw movement at the top of the stairs. A woman. Small. Wearing a silk dress that caught the lights. Her hair was dishevelled. Face pale with terror. Scarlett. She stood at the top of the stairs, swaying slightly, one hand gripping the railing like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her eyes found mine across the distance. "Cade?" My name came out broken, disbelieving.

"Yeah, I did. So back off. My husband wouldn't be cool with this." His face dropped. Like actually glitched. Just stood there, stunned. Dana, clutching her baby bump like it meant something, put on her soft, tragic voice. "Claire, you don't have to punish yourself by marrying a freak just because you're jealous I married Michael. I won't feel right about it if you do this." I frowned. Classic Dana—fake sweet with a side of snake. "What freak? My husband is not a freak." She stepped closer, eyes scanning my outfit. Her smile dropped, jaw tightened.

All it got her was his cold shoulder and his growing impatience, and then even more tenderness toward Florence. As if her pain was proof she was childish and worthless. Now, she was going to leave soon. The visa approval would come soon. None of this mattered anymore. Even arguing with him in the final moments felt pointless. The crowd pressed in as the photographer called for everyone to look at the camera. Boom! A deep, terrifying blast tore open above them. The crystal chandelier shook violently, then turned dark. The whole banquet hall started to shake. "Aaaah!" Screams, sobs, and the crashing sounds of falling objects swallowed everything around them in an instant.

"You weren't kidding. This really does smell awful. Although, to be fair, I think it's the dead fish and not the penguins. Look at them in their little tuxedos." "Those are their feathers, you know. They aren't wearing tuxedos," Jeremey laughs again. The brighter his spirit becomes, the more I enjoy his company. Then, finally, he takes his hoodie off. A layer of his true self reveals itself to me. Jeremy is like a plant that needs watering to bloom into something extraordinary. Has anyone ever believed in him before? I doubt it. He rolls up his sleeves, and I see all the scars-the old and new ones. The ugly truth reveals itself to me that somewhere within him, Jeremy Davis wants to die. The