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#sneakpeak #GenavinesMission #WIP #ComingSoon
Dante poked Alice in the arm. "You were once dead. Can you sense things?"
Alice growled, poking him back. "No, but I can go invisible, and God help those who enjoy poking me." She grinned, running her finger down Dante's arm.
Atticus laughed. "She's not a monster barometer, bro. Now, Gena might be. She has this mysterious darkness about her." He attempted to hold a straight face.
Gena rolled her eyes. "Shut up, brat face. Pay attention to our surroundings. I feel like something's going to jump out and eat us."
Atticus smirked. "Like I said Gena might."
Grabbing her hat, she went to greet their guest. "Can I help you?"
On the motorcycle sat a strapping man. His hair was short and chestnut brown. He was unshaven and clean. His shoulders were broad, fit to play football.
The man switched off his bike and sat looking at her. Lifting his helmet, he replied. "No, I'm here to help you."
Justice raised a brow, walking towards him, then it hit her; this was Raymond Storm. "Dammit," she muttered. She stared towards heaven. "Not fair God." Justice glanced at his feet. "Where are the chains?"
Storm growled beneath his breath. "What chains? Darling, I did my time. I'm a free man."
Justice snorted in a burst of laughter. "I find it hard to believe they let guys like you roam free."
She stood crying. Every part of her wanted to scream, but she was too afraid. Katie quickly scanned her surroundings, then ran into the house and put the flowers into the trash. She locked the door and pulled the curtains shut.
The poem she read had to be from her ex. It was what he wrote to her each time he was apologetic for what he did. It was a verse from her favourite author, Michael Turner. She fell in love with his books years ago.
Now reading that poem felt like a nightmare. Her ex turned the most beautiful thing into her own personal hell. She slid down the wall and cried. She tried to hold it in, hoping Eddie wouldn't hear her.
Akita was turning eighteen tomorrow; her plans comprised sitting on the couch, eating take out. Hopefully, she’d get to see the movie she had been waiting to see. Later that night, she’d read her favourite book, The Golden Compass. Akita must have read it a dozen times this year alone. She ordered a new novel last week, The Lord of the Rings. It was supposed to be here yesterday, but it hasn’t come.
Akita placed the groceries in the taxi’s trunk, then headed home. She thought about the reoccurring dream she was having. It was of her walking through the woods; the birds were chirping while the wind rustled in the trees. She was always smiling; a large black wolf was shadowing her. Oddly, it didn’t scare her until that wolf disappeared into a swirling black shadow; that same darkness came for her. Akita woke in a terrible sweat each time; she hated that dream.
The sky was dark; not a cloud was in sight. Soon the sun would rise with hope that the earth would warm; sunbathers would wake, rushing to the ocean side.
Not a minute past six, the alarm screeched. Debbie ran to her room, she had been up for hours but forgot to turn it o . Time was moving slow that morning. Excitement rolled around in stomach in the form of knots.
She sighed then mumbled beneath her breath while peering past the curtains. The moon still lingered among the stars. The sun was yet to
rise, but at least it wasn't raining.
Today was the beginning of a new adventure; three months ago, she signed up for a competition on Shark Island. A local gameshow network is celebrating its tenth anniversary by holding a special contest. A survival competition; the trick is to last for six months. If you manage to win, you'll be presented with one million dollars. She
really wanted that million dollars.
She stood by his body as he took his last breath. Something inside her felt sorry for the man, but this was a war; there wasn’t any time for sympathy. It was her life or his, at least that’s how she remembers it.
Her name is Genavine. She’s the leader of the underground revolution, also known as Gena. Nothing stood in her way; she was out for blood and willing to take it however she had to. She led hundreds of men, most prepared to die for the cause. Her conscience screamed, but a gut feeling told her to keep fighting for the little people who struggled to survive since the government abandoned them.
It had been five years since that day, and people from all over the world banded together. They took it among themselves to destroy anything that stood for the government or regulation.
Unfortunately, the government fled instead of fighting back, leaving an endless number of families to suffer through the unspeakable consequences of their actions.
Gena was never one for the rules, yet she believed the government kept their world in perspective; obviously, she was right. She never understood how come they didn’t standby them or why the army didn’t bulldoze their way through, ending it. Maybe they thought it wasn’t worth it, that the people were a lost cause; either way, here she was fighting to protect what she believed in.
My past is a scar I can't heal, but it doesn't control me. ~ Harley James
#GenavinesFaith #quotes
The clippety-clop of the horses’ hooves echoed beneath the night stars. The bright moon was full. Kelsey could feel the thin veil surround her. Lucy’s hand was intertwined with hers. He was a true gentleman and an old fashion romantic, both missing from this wretched world.
Kelsey smiled at Jennifer, who sat appearing a little nervous. “Are you okay?”
Jennifer nodded. “I just wish I knew what to expect.” She couldn’t help but think they were crazy for travelling down the long dark highway with two men they’ve only known for a short time.
Lucy pointed to the town’s welcome sign. “Ahh, here we are. In a few minutes, we’ll be entering the other realm.”
Jennifer’s eyes widened. “We’re leaving Salem?”
Lucy grinned. “No, it’s still Salem, it’s just the sinister half. Once we go through the portal, we’ll no longer be in the human realm.”
Reginald took Jennifer’s hand. “You’ll be okay. It’s not as scary as it sounds.”
#BookQuote
It was as if I was riding among the stars
Trailing the moon
It held a scent of spring
Flames rose in between
It tastes like chocolate melting in my mouth
Its brutal strength stole my breath
But I would kiss him again
