Admittedly, Alyssa had done well with creating a barrier between us and the grabby humans as we united with the four others. They were sitting in wooden chairs behind the rather extravagant, yet small, stage that had been prepared for the children. Smiles lightened their faces as they were ecstatic to see that I had made the decision (or rather pressured) to participate in the event. Unfortunately, there were only six chairs set up: mine, Demitri’s, Azalia’s, Ryker’s, Sisi’s, and even one for my mother, who would undoubtedly pass, but the humans could hope. “I see you picked up a pair of fresh faces,” Azalia whispered to me as I approached. “They are tagging along with me for the day. The woman is Alyssa and I let her accompany me today.” …show more content…
“The man is the ‘mysterious Nava’ that was visiting Haven. His name is Dalquin and he claims to have come from a halfway around the world just so he may meet us and experience Navadia in the city where our species’ thriving all began.” Dalquin cleared his throat and stepped closer to Azalia, his smile appearing more foolish that before as his large, rough hand ran through his smooth wood hair. “There is no need to converse in secrecy, especially when it is futile considering you are trying to hide your words from a creature with optimal hearing. As your kind friend, Aiden said, my name is Dalquin Maldem and I come from a town across the world named Uni. I will not go in the details, but I am sure Aiden can fill you in. You, oh beautiful and doughty Nava, must be Azalia Blackmon, descendant of Zephir. Am I correct?” Her face burned a bright tomato red, and a girly giggle voiced from her mouth. “You would be correct.” Demitri tapped his fingers forcefully on the table in front of him which supported the leftover goodies from the café atop it, evidently frustrated with the flattery from Dalquin. He quickly grabbed his wife’s hand and sent an annoyed glare towards him. “She is also the wife of Demitri, also known as me,” he
"I felt my face flush, and my vexation at blushing just made my cheeks and throat burn all the hotter."
“We tried. But she seems to know an awful lot about you. Says her name it Tabitha Couture.”
“Hey Taylor, Me and Sarah are outside waiting for you, we are giving you a ride to school.” Karina said.
Lawrence smiled broadly. “I’m glad you did.” He studied her face closely, noticing her brilliant blue eyes. “You look gorgeous. You’re even prettier now than you were then.”
“I just sent you texts with the pictures that I just took of her. The rangers are taking her to their HQ.”
“Hey, Ashley’s coming with us so I guess we can just ride with Camie or Blaise.” I told Josie.
She bit down on the stolen Pink Lady she got from my house and started to talk with a full mouth. “He’ll learn who Tiamara Moore is. One way or another. And why are you talking to him? I told you to stay away from him.”
“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”
“Will you shut the fuck up? This place is loud enough without you going on and on,” I yelled. His eyes focused on me for the first time and they softened slightly. I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach as his unusually dark eyes stared into mine. I stood, I just couldn't deal with this right now. “Thanks, Zarra, but I need to get away from all this.” I made a beeline for the door.
Inexplicable pain... It was unbearably sad that she could relate and understand what Lauren Brennen was going through. Innocent though just as guilty as Ian. But she didn't care. No one cared for her when she was in this situation. No one care if she lived or dead. So she sat there and she witnessed this young woman get battered and beaten by her handsome accomplice. The more she watched, the less her heart ached for Lauren. The less she felt sorry for herself anymore. This was her reality. "This is what I had to go through Ian. And you and your friends watched as this happened to me. You're just as much a rapist as Cole is." Taking a deep breath in through her nose the smile returned to her face. Watching Kyle pull off what he promised... "You said it yourself, honey. An eye for an eye. You should definitely rape her." But listening to Kyle defend Azairah and what she'd been fighting for, for so long, what was haunting her and terrorized her for months... It was relief. It was like a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. Smiling like a school girl as Kyle blew her a kiss, she stood then, Ian's eyes watching carefully as she moved around him. "More fun than
WHEN THYSTLE LEFT THE FALLEN Rose Inn, she told herself she just wanted a walk, some fresh air, and nothing more. She walked quickly, with her shoulders hunched inside her long, dark coat against the wind. She continued to pretend she had no destination in mind as her long legs carried her through Haven’s central square and market, both empty now. It was pure coincidence, a simple matter of geography, when a short time later she arrived on the other side of Haven, within a block of the Moulterwood Tavern.
“Unfuckingbelievable!” Azhair threw his arms cockeyed and paced back and forth, disgust curling his lip. “Can an Angel not catch a break?”
Smiling back and turning her body towards the older girl, a bright looking light shown in her red eyes. "Yea." The only words that she could form at the
“Me?” I lowered my hand a smiled at her, innocent and pure as the driven snow.
In a small village, far far way from here. There was a little girl named Azazel, who was going through the worst hair day you could ever imagine. As she brushes and brushes her hair more and more gets caught and tangled in her brush. So she flings it out her window in anger.