How To Draw Wings

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

Delphine isn’t sure how she ended up in this position- a song bird with clipped wings and a gilded cage. Where did everything go wrong? The answer is the man who commands her to sing.

Peace. Home. That's how Dyhein describes her. Devonce Devera. He sees Devi as an angel with black wings, he feels like she is the "Protector of mankind" but he is the one who will turns her into ashes.

Patricia Harrington, a town darling and a promising young woman. Sweet, kind-hearted, loving and God-fearing. She had the perfect princess life with a successful businessman as a father and a bright future ahead of her. She's like a majestic butterfly that is envied by many. But life always has a cruel punchline. How can a butterfly survive with its wings broken in pieces? Will Patricia find the strength to face what life has given her?

A young lady named Gwyneth Hope Gabriel have no wings to fly. But, is it really necessary to have wings in lrder to fly?Then, she met someone who changed her life-full-of-drama. A man who desires to become a lawyer because of his mother. Gwy said that the true artist is in the heart of a good lawyer. But, what if everything turns upside down? What if the man who promised her the world became someone she'll despise forever? But, what if he needed to be bad to fight for something good?

Winter is a rebellious 18-year-old werewolf who is destined to become the Luna Queen of the wolves. Her parents have arranged her marriage with another werewolf named Ryker, whom she has never met or knows anything about. Winter doesn't want to marry him; she feels she is too young to be married and wants the chance to find her true mate. Her two best friends, Elena the fairy and Lillie the witch, promise to help her escape her family. Elena was born without wings, something that has never happened in the fairy world, and Lillie struggles to control her powers. If she doesn't learn how to control them, they will be taken from her. Their friendship is forbidden by all their families. The story follows their friendship as they learn about their powers and try to protect each other from the dangers that lie ahead. Will Winter find her mate? Will Elena discover the secret behind why she doesn't have wings? Will Lillie ever gain control over her powers? And most importantly, will their forbidden friendship be able to withstand all the challenges it will face? Together with her friends, she defies expectations and embraces her destiny as not just a leader but as a fiercely independent woman who will shape her own fate.

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.

Karma is like a boomerang, what you give out would always come back to you. Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. Karma doesn't reciprocate what you give. She just gives. Indifferent to the consequence of her biased distributions. Why else would I be at the receiving end of a punishment I don't warrant? I've been beaten, belittled and my wings were clipped off by the person meant to teach me how to fly. And yet, I can't bring myself to hate those who have wronged me. For I'm nothing but a victim of ill fate and twisted vengeance. But would I ever get what I truly deserve? Or would karma keep being a bitch and forget that she owes me?

Jaida Carlson, a 17-year old girl, realizes from a chance encounter with a young guy named Arius that things are certainly not fairly what they seem. Arius is anything but normal, right down to his retractable claws, black wings, and penetrating red eyes. In interchange of her life, they form an improbable closeness as she tries to help him intermingle into the human world when Jaida finds him lifeless on her school's roof. However, when you're as mighty man as Arius, intermingling is anything but easy, especially with the look of a haughty "angel" known as Lucius. Just how is he related to Arius? Jaida is about to find out that her world is in risk, but can she really trusts Arius—a guy who's more likes an evil—to save it?

I'm a socially awkward omega. They are alphas who live in the spotlight. We are complete opposites, but for some reason they want me. I'm not going to deny it, there's something about them that pulls me closer, but things are complicated. I didn't want to burden them with all my baggage when they have the chance of finding an omega who suited their lifestyle. No matter how hard I try to push them away, they always find a way to draw me closer. And like they say, they aren't planning on stopping until they claim me as their omega. *** AN NON-SHIFTER REVERSE HAREM AGE GAP OMEGAVERSE NOVEL ***