Arian A Narrative Fiction

Her mind awakened before her eyes could opened and a thirst plagued her. Soft lips were licked and slender fingers laced through locks that rivaled the darkness of a black sky, as though her mind ached. Finally, a fan of thick lashes lifted and one thing remained: the fire in those eyes. Though Bella could not recall the last few details of her turning, she knew that she had been turned. Fingers and she felt a slight weakness and a burning hunger in the pit of her being, but the girl trudged on with her new found self. Isabella sat up. The girl propped up with her hands behind her, fine digits sunk into the luxurious surface of a very ornate bed as she scanned the room. Alistair, was indeed there, but she stared at a nearby lit candle. The fire was so mesmerizing. The light dancing in her eyes as hunger plagued her, but she paid it no mind, despite how indescribably weak she was feeling. With a sift sigh her support gave out once more and she laid upon her side and watched the dancing flame of the candle. "Alistair." The name a soft whisper upon her barely hued lips. Surprisingly enough a soft little laugh escaped her lips as

Her knees were wobbling, her hands were shaking and her mind was zooming through different thoughts at one hundred miles per hour. Claudia Croft was adored by everyone, she had golden blonde hair, sun kissed skin and deep blue eyes. She was always known for being the sweetest girl in our year with a voice of an angel. But there was one problem. She did not enjoy public speaking, I mean, sure no one did but it was different. Claudia hated it! How did I know this? Well, that’s easy because I was her best friend. I remember that it was the night of her big event where she spoke her thoughts to the school, there was a congregation of people waiting for Claudia in the auditorium.

They didn't know the me that happily skipped into her fairytale of dark allies and strange men.

I backtrack, I'm ready to meet the monster of the labyrinth for a new defeat.

“You almost done?” Tiara said, with her thick Mexican accent. Jenny sighed. She hadn’t even pushed herself into the shower yet. “No, you can go ahead and uh, shower.” Jenny muttered as she walked out the bathroom. Tiara frowned. She could see her friend was sad, because of the scenery. She knew this was all brand new for her. Tiara placed her hand on her shoulder and smiled. “You’ll get used to it.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “So, you’re saying Its normal to be scared to death every night?” Tiara sighed. “You don’t have to be scared. Just only focus on school and you’ll be fine.” “Yea, whatever Tee…” Jenny muttered then, walked pasted her sounding even more depressed. Tiara looked at her, then sighed. She sometimes wished, she could better this

“I’ll try it,” I say. Arnold smirks and then picks me up again as though he were picking up a bag of flour and not a human being that weighed much more. Sarah leads us down a hallway to an empty room that has candles lit around it. There are three brown leather chairs in a circle in the middle of the room, with ribbons of curtain hanging around the room in reds and burgundies. My first thought is that this place is a fire hazard, but once the calming scent of lemongrass hit my senses—the worry left my body. Sarah sat down first and immediately closed her eyes. Arnold placed me down in the chair closest to her.

On a bright sunny Saturday morning Oren woke up. He knew he had to finish his chores early so he could go fishing at lunch time. With the fastest speed known to man he got dressed and ran down the stairs.

He could tell he was wrapping up, and walked to his office door, which led out into the lecture hall. At 6'3" he was an imposing figure - but his broad, white smile often disarmed even the most intimidated of students. He was surveying this semester's class, sizing up the group when he heard the door open; he turned his head and couldn't help but raise a brow as a familiar face appeared. He recognized her in an instant. As an English major, she'd been in a few of his classes - and, if he remembered correctly, did quite well. He'd always remembered her to be a pretty girl - but his honor kept his eyes from lingering too long. Now, however, he didn't feel any guilt in letting his greyish blue eyes watch her as she bounced down the steps - even in her casual outfit, he appreciated her simple

In front of an old rocking chair stood Becca with wavy black hair neatly comb, smooth caramel color skin, the brightest brown eye I had ever seen. I could not believe what I was seeing. I could see so much of me in her, and her smile was breathtaking. Her her high cheekbones fit her face perfectly. It was almost like seeing my reflection in a mirror.

Liz was born in 1980.Her parents were desperate drug addicts.They lost all their money to drugs.Her mother died from aids in 1996.Her dad and her didn’t have a home.They had to live in a homeless shelter.She went all throughout high school not having

My reflection was pensive as I stared at the window. I found myself sitting in homeroom. The lights were dimmed with only the soft disturbance sound of scratching pencils and tapping rain. My notebook was opened, and on a page, I had sketched the house I had seen on Friday. The third door. I hadn’t seen Gemma since the experience. Aside from an early morning glimpse, afar, as she floated off toward class. She appeared exceptionally distraught after the last experience, though I couldn't blame her. But I had a suspicion she didn't want to see me, converse.

the pungent aroma of beer, drugs, smoke, sweat, and other questionable smells hit her as she stepped through the door frame, cringing slightly as her nose wrinkled. she instinctively pressed closer to ryan, eyes flitting nervously around the crowded room, flinching slightly at each loud shout, cry, or moan, uncomfortably tugging at the bottom of her shorts in an attempt to make them seem longer. her feet drug reluctantly on the carpet as she held her distance from the strangers, her arms crossed defensively around herself. her shoulders were slumped, clearly unsettle, much unlike her friends who were grinning and whooping from next to her. what with her tense posture and furrowed brows, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

A rush of adrenaline had made me conscious momentarily, vision still blurred and faded, it was a snapshot of Annika making out with this random stranger. Time stood still. My heart broke into two uneven pieces, shattering into a million pieces. He grabs her hand and they begin to walk out the door. I ran out the door but Kally stopped me halfway. “Pull yourself together. You should try your luck with Megan.” All I could think of was how she had turned her eyes from mine and looked at him instead. Now they’re going to bed. He’s taking off his shirt and she does the same. She’s Touching his chest. The rest of the night is a

After we grabbed various things it was about 2:00. We checked out and ran out to the car. When we got home we hurried off to my room.

Gwen locked up the bookstore a little after seven in the evening. It had been an extremely busy day, with sales through the roof, and she’d met with Arthur, so she expected to feel drained, but was instead oddly invigorated. She didn’t know if that undercurrent of energy resulted from a successful work day, her enjoyable hour with Arthur, or if it was linked to her anticipation about her date with