Short Story

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

I was starting to worry, it is getting dark out.” She told me kissing my forehead. “Now come help me with dinner.’ Taking my hand and dragging me away, but not before I could see the smugness of my brother’s face. I sent him a glare before making it into the kitchen. The rest of the night went on, and rather like other nights when we’ve been together. We sat down, ate, and talked. Nothing particularly special about the rest of that night, excepting George’s visit. Still though, this was one of the few occasions we could actually all come together. At least one that was enjoyable. The next morning was one I was genuinely looking forward to. But when I woke up hearing Mum calling me. So I had gotten dressed, in a skirt this time, in an effort to silence her. I left my room expecting to see my mother making breakfast. But instead seeing two officers of sorts, waiting at the open door. With my mother and father standing in front of

Marinette slammed her cup plastic cup back onto the table, waiting for Alix (who seemed to gladly accept the position of bartender) to pour her another drink, the pinked-haired girl obliged seeming in awe at how fast Marinette had downed that first cup. Quite frankly, Marinette was surprised herself, she’d never been much of a drinker save for those night’s when she and Alya switched out ice cream for some wine Alya managed to sneak out of her house. Either way, she braved through the bitter taste of vodka, enjoying the warm feeling building in her stomach, at least now she could blame her flushed cheeks on the alcohol.

In the privacy of her bedroom, Kalyssa dropped the tough girl act and eased off her trench coat, grimacing when her shoulder protested. Man, she was glad Master Jian hadn't pushed to check her injuries, instead telling her to take care of it. With the adrenaline gone, every muscle in her body seemed on fire, the cut on her neck stung, her legs felt like noodles, and some bastard was bashing away at a drum kit inside her skull.

“Why was your phone on silent, Son?” Minjae asked his son, his back pressed against the alley wall, eyeing the few people that slip into his vision before returning his attention back at his son, who was busy chewing on his bottom lip. Namjoon wasn’t shocked about the question, he honestly expected it because Namjoon could fool many people with different race, different view of life, and different status, but someone he can never trick is his own father.

Every day since she arrived at the castle, Rosaline was prepped, polished and pushed into a tight dress. She could barely breathe as she sat waiting at the large dining table. There was a dozen other people at the table, all of them clearly knew the proper etiquette. They were visiting relatives, dukes and duchesses, lords and ladies – all fit in with the interior. Rosaline was a nobody and she never felt so small when she sat near the aristocrats. She felt like an imposter.

Both Mark and I both slammed the car doors and walked in opposite directions. One home perched over the glistening sands of Malibu housed a famous rocker who regularly hired my father for album covers.

"FIND HER! BRING HER HOME!!" an anonymous voice shouted as the sun raised. "Yes alpha we'll find her, we'll find your daughter" a voice replied. Their voices slightly bounced off the rocks in the mountains

His boots echoed throughout the halls, rushing past scribes and servitors without a word nor pausing to stop to one of the Guardians and salute him. He had to reach his destination with no distractions or detours. He climbed the stairwell at the end of the hall, taking the steps two at a time. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he slowed his pace down to a fast walk, his face devoid of all signs of emotion. Pushing open the large double mahogany doors and approached the desk and the figure that set behind it. He then instantly went down to one knee, bowing his head before speaking.

The electricity that crackled in the onyx sky was an aura full of ancient and regal blood; a storm brewing with every passing word shared between two opposing souls.

Although if anything ever were to happen, she would be a calm voice of reason, because she wisely understood that panicking wouldn’t help anyone, especially herself.

Robin and Jasmine just moved into the neighborhood. As they stepped outside there 2014 Toyota Camry, they stepped on the puddles from the rain from last night as the hot sun in Los Angeles California beamed on their heads. The previously hired a mover to bring them their furniture and set it up in the house.

Harry slowly opened the door and frowned immediately. For the past ten minutes he had been searching the house for Louis and he found the omega lying naked on his bed. Louis perked his head up and grinned at Harry.

It was a few hours before the arrival of the mysterious biker that the harsh blare ripped Olivia Young from sleep. It was the same blare that sounded every morning at six thirty, a blast of white noise filling the air of the dormitory room for ten seconds as the equally harsh, fluorescent white tube lights blinked into life over head. The room full of teenagers weren't exactly springing into life, Liv included. A moan slipped past the slender brunette's lips as she rolled over on to her front, burying her face in the single pillow as she pulled the thin duvet up around herself.

I can't say I'm elated this morning to spend the day with John. Nevertheless, I ordered myself out of bed and into the shower. Not wanting to entice John, I elected for a pair of jeans and a red hoodie, along with my leather coat, having tossed my pungent winter coat in the washing bin upon my return from the cafe last night. After my hair dried, I tied it back in a ponytail and inspected myself in the mirror. A plain Jane, just what I'd hoped for.