Justine's Mate: A Narrative Fiction

The second person perspective of “Until Gwen” offers in-depth detail and description of flashbacks and thoughts, as well as providing the story, thoughts, and actions which engages the reader. This causes the story to seem more personal and captivating through a connection to both the characters and their storyline, making it more personal. The use of second person allows for further character development and connections to characters that the reader can piece together, and relate with.

The other girls all fear him and are ‘strangely titillated’. This might mean that they all think of him as very handsome, and are fascinated by him and want to stay on his good side.

Sawyer Justine Curry Was Born on August 1995 a Saturday at St. Fiacre Hospital At 3:57 PM. Curry's Mother Janine Raven Eversbock, Disowned him at age 2, to his grandparents and now legal guardians Linda And James Tatum. Curry Attended Los Santos High Where he met the love of his life Elaine Howard, They went on to marry each other, but then sadly May of 2015 Elaine Crashed her car on Interstate 1 Senora Way, Flipping her car exactly 7 times and was announced not only dead but 7 months pregnant with twins Ellie and Allie, the cause of the crash was simply a failed hit and run. Curry Went through several months of depression leading up attempted suicide Which failed Because the rope was not strong enough to hold his weight. After coming out of

Mattie and Ethan never follow their love due to Ethan's morals and the respect he has for his marriage to Zeena. He wants Zeena to be well and he takes care of her when she is ill. Frome’s feelings for Mattie never oscillate and he wants to be with this woman who is not his wife. Even though Ethan only had one night with Mattie alone, he cannot help but think of what he has done as he sits in the kitchen. Mattie presents minority, beauty, and good health- all of which Zeena does not possess. It seems he favors the more hip, young, and beautiful women than dull, boring, and unattractive women.

This year, I have three superb friends. They inspire me to do by best at just about everything. Audrey is inspiring when it comes to Cross Country, something she’s not the best at. Katie motivating when it comes to my writing, and C.j. encourages me to do my best, and always learn more.

Still desperate to win Maxine’s affection, Craig goes and confronts Maxine. Maxine says to Craig, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have two people look at you with total lust and devotion through the same pair of eyes? No I don’t suppose you would, it’s quite a thrill Craigie.” Instead of giving up Craig has become more desperate for Maxine. Maxine has showed us through this statement that she isn’t just desperate for attention, but also control. She has now showed us a peak underneath of her hard exterior and her superficial shell. Maxine ultimately deep down feels scared of the unknown and as if she isn’t good

Carole and I were fleeing with urgency down the steep driveway, arms and legs pumping with fear. Which way to go? Down the reedy river path with potential snakes and the risk of being seen or the creepy drainage ditch? Looking back toward the house with rapid fire beats in our hearts, fear drove us forward. We searched to see how far ahead we were. Not far. Not as far as we needed to be, but he hadn’t appeared yet. The only logical way was through the rusty damp and dark pipes so we wouldn’t be seen. Our noses wrinkled with the disgust upon entry, filling our nostrils with a strong smell of mold and crud collected from storms.

Logan hadn’t noticed. Looking back now, he was mildly embarrassed he hadn’t seen it coming. Ever since summer vacation ended, Eliza had been acting different. She seemed happier, and had the air that she knew something everybody else didn’t. Not in a snobby, “I know something you don’t know and now I’m going to rub it in your face” kind of superiority. It was entrancing, like if you got close enough to her, you would know it to.

Elise Davenport was not having a good night. Just the day before she put her whole career on the line thanks to a few glasses of champagne. Loose lips can sink ships, and they can obliterate your social status. So here she was, stumbling through Fairhaven Park in pitch blackness, looking for the cabin she rented. She'd just hung up the phone with her agent when she heard the rumbling growl come from beside her. Not a good night at all...

Luna Christopher mumbles incoherent profanities under her breath, sinking into the edge of her torn motel bed.

As you know, things are not going as Margot and have played out. I things are little rough. I just got a message from work and they want me to go to Texas for week, May 9th -13th.

I'm not your ordinary college student, I don't go out and party, I don't go out and do drugs. I have one goal and that's to finish college before getting my first STD. Most people would think I'm stupid for wanting to do this, but really, I just don't have time for people. I major in Astronomy, and I work all night in a Diner across the city. It was the best paying job for my kind of age. Being 19 does not help in the state of Washington, take note on that.

I would like to start this presentation by asking you and myself something; what is a real life? I would like you to think for a few seconds, what is a real life for you, is it something subjective or objective, is it something easy or difficult to answer. Maybe, if we go beyond, I can ask you, what is real for you? Indeed, this is a difficult question, but I think that the writer of this story that we are discussing now, made a very close attempt to answer this huge question and she did it just by telling us the story of a simple and ordinary family.

With both twins now asleep Rae and Will laid them in their bassinets. Will was smiling down on Shimmer’s sleeping face. “I hope my labor and delivery is as stress-free as yours.” Rae reached over taking Will’s arm directing her back to the settee. “I found out that as a Mate all my labors and deliveries will be tranquil, River has theorized that it is because Saint Valentine had created the Mate specifically to have the Vampire’s babies, in order for his creation to prosper.” Rae patted Will’s hand, “besides four of my grandmothers are mid-wives. Please don’t be apprehensive; besides your immortal.” Will started laughing, she kept forgetting that little detail it was hard getting used to the idea she could not die, harder than a person could

“I’m worried what if I’m not good at spreading my time between the two of you and someone gets hurt feelings? All because I wasn’t paying attention; after all I’m just a man and not good with all this touchy-feely stuff. That is if you Georgia agree to be our Mate.” Georgia smiled, “See you just said OUR Mate that tells me you are going to handle both of us splendidly.” She walked up to Keen and smiled up into his face. “Yes, I will be yours’s and Shaylin’s Mate.” Keen smiled and bent down and marked her. In his mind he did it so fast because he was worried she might change her mind. Then he glanced at Shaylin with worry. “Does it bother you to see me kiss Georgia? If it does I will not ever kiss her in front of you again.” Both girls laughed and Shaylin explained. “No it doesn’t bother me. My love for you is more like that of a best friend,… stronger really, but not like a lover.” Georgia added. “It’s no different than if she were a male Servant, Shaylin and I will love each other we will have inside jokes, share secrets, and shop together; while you and I will love each other, make the rules, and have babies. All three of us will raise them together. Furthermore, the two of you will share that sacred bond between Vampire and Servant, --- We all