Dedication: Naquita H and Kamarley kê Lexa's POV Yes, I was staring at something in Wendy's house. But what was I staring at? Anyone curious would want to know. I could see Rica's room all the way from my room clearly. The door was closed but not locked, and I was sure that it had all the answers to my hundred and one questions. Wendy had been called at her office, she said it was a fashion emergency. According to her, a major French actress, I didn't know of, wanted a dress made for an award show she wanted to attend. And if that was true, then that was meant to be a big deal for them. Wendy was called to manage the celebrity's dress, since she was a top designer, and she didn't think twice before cutting her leave short and rushing to her office. Ana accompanied her because she wanted to make a report on it, or something like that. Rica had been out since yesterday. She said she went to meet with some old friends of her and the last I saw of her was her disappearing into
Hey guys, this is not a chapter so mind me naming this as chapter 46. I can't make this an additional note chapter because my editors will not accept it. So here I go.Goodnovel had a nice start and I'm still very connected to it and you, but I've decided to look elsewhere since it seems it's incompatible with me. I know I've been unfair to you guys but I've been quite unfair to myself as well.I went ahead and took the pain to publish on other sites. So far, I've tried it on eleven different sites. It's still under review for comtract, but from now, I will be only be posting chapters on those sites.It really hurts me because my best readers are here but what can I do. My editor is very unresponsive and they're not to giving me what I've worked so hard for. If you want to get the rest of Marked by the Devil, that's what I'm calling it on other sites, and also my new Pen Name is Beth Miller, not Evie Brooks.It has a new cover but the blurb is the same. You can find it on these listed
He pulled a stick off the branch of an old ancient tree and chewed it up with the wickedest smile. “They tchink they know everything bout their ancestors. They scientists of the so-called modern world,” the old man dragged scientist with his false but rotten teeth. “They know nothing!”“Why so?” a curious lad enquired.“They talk about magic… dragons, fairies, ogres… blah! They never questioned where they got those silly crazy ideas from.”“But they are all real,” a redhead who had been silent for hours spoke.“Yes, but they don’t know that. They think itch’s all a myth.” The children laughed and rubbed their bellies. “Enough of thatch. It’s thicme for a tale.” The children adjusted themselves on the ground with happiness. “It’s thrue. The modern world no know of our magic and our creatchures and our lifestyle, but there is one thing som
There Is Information I Have To Pass To The Wonderful And Amazing Readers Of This Tale.This Tale Is A Mixture Of First Person And Third Person. Suitable For All Ages. Third Person Is Used When These Separated Lovers Are Together And There Is So Much Need For Them To Express Their Mixed And Burning Feelings… Together, At The Same Time.First Person Is The Real Person For This Enchanted Tale.Sorry for the interruption. I just wanted to pass this though. Continue…Heartfelt Thanks – Evie BrooksI hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it.
1459, The Seven Nations, Halton, The Palace of JabsAlexa giggled, running around the jasmine garden like a wanted criminal.“Alexandra! Alexandra!” Till now, the five year old always thought that Miss Rica was playing knight and thief with her. “Alexandra, come here this instant!” That was enough for today, Alexa thought. She gave the old woman a break. “I’m just forty. Why do you want me dead so early, huh?”She giggled again. Miss Rica rubbed her own forehead and sighed.“Sorry, Miss Rica.”Miss Rica couldn’t be mad at that face. She was the cutest and most beautiful damsel in the palace. Her sisters envied her greatly.They neither played with her nor gave her any prior attention. The palace was always full but still, Alexa was always alone. Miss Rica had seen her cry plenty of times. Miss Rica was all she had.“I forgive you darling.”“Five more minutes
1471, The Seven Nations, Halton, The Palace of Jabs Alexa ran into her chamber and locked it shut. She held her tears for longer than they could take. She ran towards the sink and washed her tears away.“No, Alexa. Queens don’t shed. Queens don’t shed tears,” she repeated with shaky hands.The chamber was cloaked in darkness. She could see not a thing. Alexa splashed more water on her face, using it to cover up the tears dropping from her eyes.She breathed heavily. Her mind was filled with negativity. She couldn’t clear her mind out to think of a solution. It was impossible.She looked around her enormous chamber and caught a glimmer. She ran towards the ray of hope and met with… a mirror.Why was there a mirror there? She broke all the mirrors. Alexa never wanted to see a mirror but there was one here. She screamed.Alexa removed her heels and threw it towards the mirror. The heels bounced back. She was shocked. 'What sorcery is this?' She wondered,
Wind whizzed and whirled in the room. A whirlwind was formed and it carried everything in sight to join the whirl.Alexa held on to the window. She would die if she joined the whirlwind that had taken her chairs, beds and broken pieces of mirror.Alexa screamed. Her scream caused the wind to disappear. Everything crashed down. She was shaken. But with all that happened, the golden statue was still in her hands.She heard a clap behind her. She jumped and turned to see… him.He was beautiful. She had never seen such unworldly beauty in her life. Not even a vampire’s handsomeness could match with his beauty.His lips were like no other. Looking at them alone could enchant her into kissing him. His glassy red eyes were like never before. She’s never seen anything with red eyes before. His hair was dark… darker than black.His figure was dangerously unique and exquisite. He wore a white prince shirt and free black pantaloons. If this was the devil, then was the storybo
2018, USA, California, OliaLexa’s POVI walked out of the house. My mum would kill me if she caught me out of home. She was very protective ever since my accident. I was tired of sitting on a wheelchair.Moreover, my legs were okay. The doctor said so too. Well, mom didn’t believe that.She was a late sleeper so I had an hour to myself. If she did catch me, I’d tell her the doctor told me to exercise it.I was happy. I hadn’t moved my legs in a while. I knew that I was such an adventurer. You can’t imagine how the past three months have been for me. Being on a phone is just not the same with actually being in town.There was one place I had to visit. I had not been there in a while.I left a letter on the table for mom, with some cookies too. Just incase she woke up before I reached home.I removed my phone and checked for any missed calls or texts. Nothing. Perfect, just perfect. I took another ste