First up, I got a few from the famously labeled Prologue! xD The first is a little gruesome, but it's a great way to start, in my oppinion . . .
Prologue
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“Her butt’s not
rumpled, it just looks that way because it’s small and she’s wearing baggy
jeans. I think her ass would look
wonderful in my bed.” The two boys laughed and walked off to get to their next
classes. Her barren black eyes were on them though, as they continued on with
their lives.
That night, they were
murdered mercilessly. Their skin completely shed from their bodies; it left their
beds soaked with blood. But their faces, which had been spared of the curse and
were still wrapped with a human’s outer layer, were twisted in horrific agony
as if they still wanted to scream but somehow couldn’t.
Before their murderer
leapt from their windowsill she turned to them and whispered, “This is what you
get for the sins you’ve committed.” And for the moon, she swept back her hair
to reveal a dark scarred tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a knot,
symbolizing that she was deeply tied to her own mistakes, but somehow she knew
she would get herself untangled from the horrible man who held her soul.
She looked up to the
stars and wished on one. Although her wish was more of a statement, her intent
was clear.
“I will find you.”
~andies:a short one~
“This is damn
scary—not to mention creepy . . .” Aaron muttered, daringly letting himself
become vulnerable in that cellar. And for a moment, he could see all of his
fears, all neatly laid out in a row. Each just as flauntingly rare as the one
before, he couldn’t bare to face any of them.
The unknown.
Attachment.
Fear. Fear of fear. Ironic, he knew,
but it was inevitable.
And
perhaps the scariest of all . . . love. ~andies: a comic relief. It's not all serious in the book, quite the opposite...lol reminds me of a conversation Jessica and I had earlier *pause on excerpts*
Jess: Where do the angels have a place in this?
Me: I have no idea . . . I don't think they do. Maybe Heaven burned out or something *chuckles*
Jess: Well it's a little disconcerning to think about demons defending us while angels, the ones who are SUPPOSED to be here, are just out gallavanting around the universe
Me: XD *snickers* it's actually quite funny that way . . .
Jess: It's disconcerning!
Me: Maybe they're on lunch break xD
I mean seriously?! How awesome is that? xD~
“We’ll get all
this sorted out tomorrow.” Jeremy cut in suddenly. “Dawn is almost upon us—and
the boss only gets crankier the more time he spends with people so I don’t
think you’d like to spend the day on a play date with him.”
“I think he’s just naturally like that
all the time.” William pointed out, smiling. “Perhaps it’s from lack of
coffee?”
“Coffee isn’t the answer to every
problem in the world, Will . . .” Aaron replied flippantly.
“Maybe not, but it sure helps.” Jeremy
agreed; the whole group started emptying towards the door.
“It’s a disgusting substance, I don’t
see how it could help with anything except maybe making me barf.” Aaron joked,
and watched Jeremy roll his eyes. Cora chuckled at the men, smoothing some hair
behind her ear as she watched them, amused.
“Well, men, I must be off, but you’ll
be hearing from me,” Cora goodbyed them and left after, walking through the
door Jeremy held open for her. Next William tipped his non-existent hat and
lifted his own coat from the coat rack.
“Same here; c’est la vie,” he called
annoyingly before disappearing into the night, which was quickly evaporating
into day. Aaron wished it would come fast enough to turn fragile Cora to
dust—but that was too much to hope for, wasn’t it?
“So, Jeremy, I need to sleep and I’d
assume you do too.” Aaron started.
“That I do.” Jeremy replied
“Is my bed made?”
“Like a king’s, boss.”
“Then I’m going to retire to my room
and you’re free for the day.”
~I swear, I love arguing about coffee :D The final one:~
“Gods, do I have to get up?” He whined to no one in
particular, not expecting an answer as he savored a few more moments in his
comfy, wonderful bed.
“Yes, Mr. King, you do.”
At the sound of the voice Aaron burst
straight up, eyes bulging, and met the eyes of his intruder. None other than
Coralina, her hair and clothing somehow even more extraordinary than that night
before. Her dark hair was curly today, the spirals pinned directly above her
ear, creating a side ponytail that only made her oval-shaped face look even
more angelic. Her attire was more casual than before—long light-colored jean
shorts that reached until they were right above her knees, a deep red collared
v-neck shirt with short sleeves covering her top, and a leather chord without a
charm resting on her collarbone.
Her eyes also seemed to soak into him
as he looked her over. He was shirtless—he knew—with nothing but black boxers
on the bottom, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable with her eyes pouring
into him, drinking every curved muscle that sculpted his tan chest. He wanted
to run away.
“What are you doing here? Didn’t it
just turn dark?” Aaron asked feebly. Her amber eyes met his, only making his
heart pound harder. Why was she so relaxed in the presence of an almost naked
man—one who could rip her apart if he so desired? Though that would take a lot
of self-control, which after his recent performances he would say he was
seriously lacking in.
“The sun set a little early today. It
is winter after all. Anyways, when it set I decided to come over and Jeremy
said I could wait for you to wake up and said you probably wouldn’t mind if I
waited for you here so I did.” She explained, that rhythmic thing in her voice
again. When Aaron didn’t reply, too breathless to even speak, she continued.
“You sleep weird. You do that weird thing that humans do.”
Finding this funny and letting the
thought entertain himself enough to comfort him, he stretched and let out a
small yawn. “It’s called snoring, darlin’, and every male on this planet does
it. Get used to it.” She frowned, crinkling her nose. Aaron didn’t like that
expression on her face.
“My last boyfriend didn’t do it . . .”
The word ‘boyfriend’ made his heart sweep. What was this? He hadn’t ever had
feelings like this before she took those stilettos that were on her feet and
stepped into this house—and suddenly he knew what having his heart have weight
dropped on it felt like? And how come all he wanted to do was sweep her up in
his arms and do dirty things with her ‘til the crack of dawn? And, most of all:
Was she feeling any of this too?
Pushing thoughts of her away, he
turned away. “Well then, maybe he’s the weird one.” He paused, a sigh reaching
his lips as he forced himself to say the next thing. “Now will you please get
out of my room? I’d like to get dressed.” Wordlessly, he heard her leave the
room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
Letting out a breath of release, Aaron
roughly shoved a hand through his long, messy blonde hair in efforts to calm
himself. But of course that didn’t work in any way, shape, or form. It just
made him more frustrated with the fact that he couldn’t get his mind off of
her. Granted, it might be hard since he could only imagine she was right
outside his door . . .
Okay, not helping, he snapped at his
mind.Cora just makes me laugh. Especially in this scene lol. Okay enough excerpts from this book--I'll move on to a few others before I shut down and go to sleep (I'm already in bed ;) ).
This is the beginning to a story I haven't touched in a while, but I completely love it now I that I go back and look at it. Btw, this one's called, "The End."
Chapter 1~
The First Day
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largest pain woke me that morning. It had hit me in my sleep too, but in my
groggy state I’d been able to keep it at bay. But it hadn’t left yet, and not
it was gonna have its full affect.
I bolt straight up right, the pain
tearing at all of me; my skin, my brain, my insides, my sanity. Momentarily the pain was subdued by the dizziness that came
with the quickness of my movement, but then I felt it searing through me again,
it’s slithering worse than that of a snake.
Of course, I’d felt this before, but
its effects had never been this strong, pulsing in a way that made my body
shake in huge tremors every time a beat came around. My breath was ragged as it
tried to swallow me whole, and the stars spinning through my mind made me wish
they would stop taunting me and really make me faint so I could escape this
Hell-hole.
And then, after a moment, it was
satisfied with my low groans and was gone, leaving me to remake my messed-up
bed, and before I could do that, un-knit my fingernails from the fabric of the
bed. It took a few seconds for my heart to restart itself, and after that I
wished it truly had swallow me so I didn’t have to suffer through the disaster
I knew today would be.
This was a great way to start my first
try of senior year high school.
* * *
An hour
later, after adeptly tossing out the breakfast my aunt tried to force down my
throat and easily evading her repeated attempts to brush my unmade hair, London
pulled up in her bright yellow convertible Mustang.
London wasn’t exactly as close as a normal
best friend would be to be, but if you take it to literal terms, she was the
best friend I had. She made living with my aunt a little more worth it. She was
a sweet popular prep, an overachiever
that lived on the leadership team. A complete opposite to me, but I enjoyed her
attention, though I would never admit to it, and she enjoyed mine.
I slipped into her car, not bothering
to take off my black shoulder bag as I clipped my seatbelt shut.
“Hey Cass,” she greeted me, a smile on
her cherry red lips. She looked just as good as ever, her gorgeous red hair
pulled into elegant curls in her ponytail, a tad of blue eye-shadow brimming
her blue eyes, and black mascara applied thickly to her lashes. A fringed jean
short-skirt tightened with a silken white belt wrapped her tan legs and her
tight red v-neck t-shirt went around her, not letting a curve hide itself from
the rest of the world. Sometimes, I sorta wished I could have such good natural
features that could be enhanced that way, but mostly I was happy with my dyed
black hair, black clothing, and metal spiked black combat boots.
“It’s Cassidy and you know it.” I
replied, absentmindedly casting a smile in her direction as well. I saw her eye
my boots and outfit disapprovingly, and I knew what was coming next.
“You know, you should let me dress you
sometime.” She suggested, and I snorted.
“Ha-ha very funny.”
“You know, I still hold a claim on you
for prom night,” she told me, and I half-groaned.
“I’m only going if I get a date—you
know that.” I replied, and she lightly punched my shoulder.
“I’ll find you a date. And then I’ll
make you more beautiful than Cinderella,” she said, winking in my direction.
Another groan. “Oh come on, there are plenty of guys who’d go with you.” The
unwritten line in her plan was that any guy would go with me—if she bribed
them. Last year that was how I got good dates to all of the dance, and for some
reason I didn’t want that this year. If I was going stag, or not at all, so be
it. I was fine with that, as long as I didn’t feel as if I were cheating the
whole thing.
“No guy would be caught dead with me,
especially at prom. So stop being so delusional. If some guy can ask me without
having to be bribed, I will give him some serious thought, but I promise
nothing else. I doubt anyone will, though.” I stated, and watched as a
mysterious grin washed over her features.
“There’s still the rest of the year to
win over ‘some guy’s’ heart.” True, very true . . .
For some reason I just really like London. I wish the rest of what I had planned would work out. Maybe though I could work it out differently . . .One more, this one's called The Hunted (if I ever get to it the sequels will be called The Gifted and The Taken. I really have good ideas for these :) I even used to have a synopsis . . .but idk where it went so now you get this)
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hat stalker truly had no idea what was
coming to him if he didn’t leave me alone. He’d been following me in his cherry
red truck for the last fifteen minutes as I walked home from work. It had
started off with a casual, “Hey, do you
need a ride?” and quickly changed to, “ALICE GET IN THE CAR!” when I ignored
him.
Of
course, that was when I started running. Any guy who knew my real name was bad
news.
As
soon as I broke into a sprint the block came to an end. And he pulled out in
front of me. I had lightning quick reflexes, so I stopped myself before I could
because the sidewalk paint, but I still bumped into his truck. When I didn’t
succeed in getting the heck out of there, he plucked me up at my waist with
strong hands and brought me in, closing the door behind me.
”Nice of you to join me, Miss Alice.”
“LET
ME OUT!” I shrieked repeatedly,
fighting the arms that somehow managed to restrain me and drive at the same
time. I needed to get away. This man, no matter how old or young, was bad.
And
I always get what I want.
The
first question wasn’t how I was gonna get out. It was how am I gonna get out
alive? The car was moving at a very fast pace, meaning if I even somehow got
out of his tentacles and out the door I’d still be sidewalk paint. That meant I
would have to wait until we got to where he was taking me, where there would
most likely be more men like him. And I didn’t like the sounds of that.
But
the knowledge having to wait didn’t keep me from making this man’s life as complicated
as I could. I thrashed around the truck as much as I could, but making sure the
door was off limits. Accidents are possible,
and that was not one I would appreciate.
I screamed when he shoved the nose of a
gun to my forehead. I froze.
“Now,
Alice, I just want to talk to you. We have two ways to do that. I can force
you, though I certainly don’t want to kill you, or you can come willingly.” I
remained still. If he was telling the truth, he truly had no wants to kill me,
but if I gave him any reason for his finger to slip on the trigger, I would be
dead. That was also an accident I didn’t want to happen.
When
I remained still he took back the gun. I then noticed the car was stopped
fully, but I didn’t dare glance outside. Who knows what he’d do to me in the
time it took me to look away. I did, however, avert my eyes from his.
“Alice?”
He asked, his voice demanding that I look back at him. I didn’t listen. “Alice,
look at me.” I noticed he wasn’t touching me skin-to-skin at all. When he had
grabbed me and restrained me, he’d been holding onto my clothing, and I’d been
fighting arms that had long sleeves covering them. And he wasn’t touching me
now, not forcing me to look at him. Even when he pointed the gun at me, the
cool metal had been pressed to my forehead. Either there was something wrong
with him, or something wrong with me.
And
I was guessing it was the latter.
Hope you enjoyed that, have a nice day!
~C~
