The Curse of Seasons is a Trilogy The Curse of Summer: Cursed for as long as she can remember to spend most of each year asleep, Lana is doomed to never lead a normal life or experience the normal issues teenagers usually have to endure. That is until Rhett, the neighbour's delinquent son comes into the picture. *** The Curse Of Spring: Cole has spent the last six years hunting down the girl whom he fell in love with but has never met, their curse binding them to each other as much as the pages of the diary they shared as youths. Harley has no memory of a time before she was saved from death, but when her way of life is threatened, she must join in the fight or become a casualty. *** The Curse of Autumn: Nathan can feel the winds of change, knowing that the inevitable war between his kind and the organization who created them is on the horizon. There is only one barrier to his involvement - the General's daughter.
View MoreHarley"That's Junior!" Cole practically shouted as he grabbed the file and studied it more intently. "I spent most of the day with him… but he said his father was dead. He said he joined the Rebels in memory of his dead dad."I'd seen the guy Cole had been hanging out with but I guess I hadn't been paying that close attention to him - my focus being on Cole instead."Are you sure, kid?" Hank asked, scratching through his scraggly beard.Cole nodded, his eyes fixed on Jay. "I promise, if I'd known the full story I would have said something to him. I will see what I can do to break the news to him gently… try to get him to leave that group of criminals."
Cole"What the fuck is that on your back, Harley?" I asked again as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing like a demented goldfish."What do you mean?" She responded with a question of her own, feigning ignorance.I took a step toward her, noticing her taking a step backward in response. I wasn't trying to scare her, but I was struggling to contain the emotions bubbling up inside me."You know exactly what I mean, Harley," I stepped forward again, trapping her against the back of the sofa. "Why do you have that tattoo between your shoulder blades?"The tattoo of a tree covered in blossoms and surrounded by a tribal styled borde
HarleyYou know those events in life where you just know sticking around will end in disaster, but you do anyway? Well, this rally was like that.I was seriously regretting my outfit choice, and was pretty sure my backside would be bruised by the evening from all the slaps drunk old men had given it. As it turned out, it wasn't the "young bucks" Jay was so worried about that I needed to look out for - it was the creepy old men with wandering hands and boozy breath.Even Tanner's presence didn't seem to help, although I guess he didn't really look like he would be able to do much in a physical fight. He was a lover, not a fighter. The whole personal space thing really was lost on drunkards.
ColeI had woken up feeling like I had been hit with a freight train - which then reversed and ran over me again. It was probably thanks to the fact that I hadn't slept much that night, thoughts of Harley plaguing me whenever I shut my eyes.She, on the other hand, had looked as if she'd hadn't been affected at all by our kiss and my quick escape.Okay, she'd dressed as if she wanted someone to pay attention to her, with her hot as heck arse in those tight fake leather pants. I really had to stop myself from either grabbing her and kissing her again - because I hadn't learned my lesson the first time - or begging her to go and change. When Jay shook his head at me I knew it was pointless though, the chick had shown a stubborn side to her and she'd clearly just di
HarleyI watched in horror as Cole ran - literally ran - to get away from me. Was I THAT much of a freak that guys found the need to escape the moment things got slightly intimate. I mean, we were just making out.I swore under my breath and stared at myself in the reflection of the floor length mirror that Jay had hung up beside the coat rack by the front door. I wasn’t hideous. I mean, I wasn’t drop dead gorgeous either, but I wasn’t a monster. I was probably a bit curvier than the chicks Cole obviously attracted, my backside refusing to shrink from a size ten no matter how much dieting and exercise I put in. My blonde hair had a slight curl to it and, in some lights, looked as if it was shot through with golden threads - another reason Jay insisted on my nickname. Nothing about me stood out or screamed sexy
ColeI don't know what the hell came over me to make me kiss Harley. One moment I was laughing and launching water in her direction, the next our bodies were pressed together and my lips were glued to hers like velcro.I wanted to step back, I really did, I just couldn't. Okay, so maybe I didn't really want to pull away from her, but I knew I'd feel like shit once the fog of passion lifted.Harley wasn't April. And I knew April was my soulmate, the tattoo between my shoulder blades said as much.And yet I couldn't deny the pull I felt toward Harley. She was everything I could ever want in a girl; fun, clever, sexy as heck! But it was absolutely stupid to assume anything would ever come of it.
HarleyJay, Cole and I worked in silence in the garage on our separate projects, Dolly Parton's greatest hits playing on the old stereo in the background. My mind still found itself wondering why Cole had a picture of me from my younger years. It was disconcerting and part of me was glad that he hadn't recognized me.Jay had explained to me a few times that I'd been shot when he'd found me. He had heard gunshots moments before and put two and two together, drawing the conclusion that dangerous people - probably a gang - were after me. It's why he never took me to the hospital for treatment, and why he never reported finding me to the police. He wanted to keep me safe.So either Cole was telling the truth and we had been friends back then, or he was a part o
ColeAll that talk about my reasons for the way I travelled across the country created a pang in my chest that wouldn't go away all throughout dinner. I'd begun to truly enjoy myself for the first time in years, forgetting my curse. I got lost in the feeling of what I could only assume must be what it felt like to actually belong somewhere, to be part of a family.Harley's question had brought me crashing back to reality - my General father was still looking for me, there were still two others to find and the military research centre needed to be stopped and destroyed once and for all.I sat down on the sofa, my heart heavy for momentarily forgetting April. Sure, I'd fallen in love with the girl from my childhood through the words that we'd written to each other
HarleyWould you think bad of me if I admitted that I'd been slightly jealous of Emily, thinking she was this gorgeous hunk's girlfriend? Probably not.The way he chatted to Jay, including me in the conversation every now and then - it felt as if he belonged in our home, like we'd all been friends for years. It was strange, but in a nice way.It's not like I had many friends. The girls in the town were prissy princesses who didn't get their nails dirty, and the guys were threatened by me. I knew more about mechanics than they did, and I was a good shot with the pistol Jay insisted I learn to shoot. He wasn't allowed to own a gun, the whole 'spending time in jail' thing against his name, so I'm not so sure where he got the weapon, but it's not something I wa
LANASummer seriously is the best time of the year, in my opinion at least. I mean, what is there not to love? Sitting in the sun on a deck-chair, soaking up the sun with a cola in one hand and a book in the other... sheer bliss.Drip! Drip! Drip!I shrieked and launched myself at my oldest brother who had just ruined my perfect morning of tanning, the jerk!"Daniel! You're such a freak!" I growled in frustration, wiping away the water he had dripped all over me before sitting back down.He grinned evilly at me for a split second before he pulled on his "innocent" face and looked down at me with those big blue eyes which so many girls have fallen hopelessly in love with.Daniel is probably the perfect combination of our parents with our mother's blue eyes and flawless skin and our father's dark hair and broad shoulders. He could have been classed as tall, dark and handsome if he were just a few inches taller. Instead he has to settle for medium height, dark and handsome – not that the...
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