Sadie Damon is an ordinary woman with an ordinary life. A married woman and mother, she is unsuspecting of the great adventure that awaits her. After a near death experience, Sadie finds herself ensnared in a life full of dangerous angels who want her dead or just want her. When she meets Ben Parker, it is under the worst of circumstances, and the thought that he could be the man of her dreams never crosses her mind. However, she soon discovers that there is much more to him than meets the eye. Could he be her salvation?
View MoreI had to grip my goblet. I felt as though I might drop it. That was the last thing I needed to do. Injure myself again. I sat the glass down firmly on the table and glared at Ben. “Why? Why would you say that? Why would you put that off on me? Stevie and Paulo were with Carrie way before...” “For about four months before you were sent to Yarber Heights.” Richard interjected. I whipped my head around to look at him. “About the time your parents had started to consider sending you there. Honey, we can project into the future within reason. However, sometimes humans can change their mind and throw the projection off course but not in this case. Your friend Carrie did have problems. She was a manic depressive and mildly schizophrenic. She had contemplated suicide. So, her parents had her placed there because they were afraid she would follow through with it. But it wasn’t until George and Sue decided to send you there that Stevie and Paulo attached themselves to Carrie.” I didn’t unders
“So, you have lived many times before? Do you remember any of those lives? Isn’t that kinda the same as reincarnation? But humans can be reincarnated too, can they not?” I knew I had just bombarded him with a host of questions, but there were a multitude of them coursing through my mind. I had just started with the simple ones. “Yes, I have lived many, many times before. I don’t know exactly how many. But we all live and die and are reborn. And we all have a way of finding each other. It’s like we’re linked somehow. This link does have its drawbacks. The Corrupt can find us just as easily as we can find each other and believe me, we don’t want to be found by them. Since the beginning of all of this and the separation of the Fallen angels, into the Virtuous and the Corrupt...” “We align ourselves with the Virtuous, by the way.” Richard interjected. Ben nodded and repeated. “We were divided into the Virtuous and the Corrupt. The Corrupt have determined to seek out the Virtuous and kil
Ben began. “Long ago, before man was ever created...” I squirmed a little. He had managed a sentence, and I was already uncomfortable with how this was starting.He sensed my discomfort. “Please, just hear me out. It is important that you hear this. I really shouldn’t be the one explaining this to you now...and at your age.” I backed away, slightly offended and wholly confused. “I’m only twenty-five!” I barked. “And what does any of this have do with me? What is happening to me?” He tightened his grip on my arm where his hand had rested. “I wasn’t saying you’re old.” He suppressed a laugh. “I will clarify. I am not the one who was supposed to be teaching you, um, explaining these things to you.” He looked over at Richard who was now looking at us but still smoking his pipe. “We all had this explained to us at a very early age. And unfortunately for you, I am not a very good teacher, but I will do my best to explain it to you as it was described to me.” I sighed. I didn’t understand.
I was shocked. Stevie. How did he know about Stevie? He could've read her mind. Although it was crazy, but not any crazier than anything I’d experienced this weekend. Deep down I knew he could read minds, and that was an insane thought. This whole situation, my life, had just became one insane thing after another. But I also remembered Stevie. I remembered how dark and scary Stevie was. Did I want to leave Carrie here alone, knowing that Stevie could do this to her? Knowing that there was a very real possibility that Stevie was actually real. “She will be fine. I promise.” Ben said as he forcefully lifted Carrie's head and lifted me from the swing at the same time. He carefully laid her on the swing and covered her up with the afghan. He then yanked my arm and started dragging me from the porch me to the car, walking in wide strides. I was staggering in pain, punching his arm all the way. Richard sat his coffee down and coolly strolled to the Jeep. I started crying. I couldn’t kee
Evie had fallen asleep in the backseat, so, Ben rolled down all the windows, and we decided to leave her there to sleep. It was a mild, early fall day, and Carrie’s front porch was less than ten feet away from his vehicle, so I felt she was safe. I got out of the car and waved at Carrie, and she came storming off of the porch towards me. I saw her jaw drop when she saw my injuries. “What the hell, Sadie?” she said looking at my foot and staring at the strangers who accompanied me. “You gotta lot of explaining to do.” She said as she eyed the two darkly handsome but unfamiliar men and turned to walk with me back to the porch of her house. It was chilly but sunny. Not so cold that one would need a coat. Leaves were all about the yard. Barney, her dog, came yapping around the corner of the house as Ben and Richard walked up to the porch behind us. I had already explained some of what had happened, at least enough to clarify the presence of Ben and Richard and the injuries on my leg.
Peter looked momentarily frightened as he dropped the rake and backed away. “No. Peter is my ex-husband.” I stated. His expression softened as I got out of the car. No sooner had my foot hit the ground, I heard the beautiful high-pitched squeal of my sweet girl. She came peeling out the front door letting it carelessly slam behind her. “Mama!” she screamed as she came running to me and crushed her body into mine. I yanked her up and held her tight. It had seemed like an eternity since I'd last seen her. I wanted to just hold her forever. To take her, hop in the car, and yell to Ben, “Drive!” But I knew I couldn't do that. I could feel her tiny tears rolling down my neck. She missed me too. “Where have you been? You haven’t called me.” She was hurt. And I was mad. Mad as hell at Peter. “I did call, Honey.” I cooed, gently pushing a loose strand of hair behind her tiny ear. “Daddy just forgot to tell you.” Fucking douche bag. Evie stared at the car that pulled in behind us. My car.
I called Carrie from the car. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t called her the whole time I’d been in the hospital. She’d had called several times, but I knew of her tendency to overreact, so I hadn't answered to keep from alarming her. This seemed counterproductive, I knew at once when she answered her phone in a complete frenzy. “Oh my God, Sadie. How could you vanish off up into the mountains without so much as a call all weekend to let me know you at least arrived there okay? Amy has been burning up my phone, too!” But I had called Amy, but only twice. I’d been so exhausted, I hadn’t bothered calling anyone much except Peter, to tell him what happened – leaving out certain details, of course – and to talk to Evie. Not surprisingly, he never answered his phone, so I wound up calling and telling his voicemail to relay to Evie that I loved her. I realized at this point I had completely tuned Carrie out. She was now shouting through the phone, and I held it away from my head to k
It just hung there as though it were suspended on an invisible thread, peering at me in its reflection, either blind to my reaction or indifferent to it. I don’t know how long I lay there, watching it. It did not move. It didn’t appear to breathe. It wasn’t the same thing I saw that night on the deck, but it was similar, same cloudy appearance, winged with piercing red eyes. And though its eyes were the same color, something in its eyes was different. I just knew I wasn’t looking at the same monster that had tried to attack me the night before. I wanted to face it but was frightened of what would happen this time. There was no barrier separating this being from me like there had been last night. I couldn’t be sure if it would attempt to pounce at me like whatever I’d seen the previous night did. I took a teeny bit of comfort in the fact that it had made no indication that it would leap out at me so far. It just hung there, examining me from its distance. I was terrified to turn and lo
I had awakened several times during those wee hours of the morning with my IV neatly pulled from my flesh. The nurse scolded me as if I’d done it on purpose. Yeah, sure, as if I enjoyed the excruciating pain of having it reinserted time and time again. When I woke for the final time, I had worked up the nerve to call into work. In fact, it took all the energy left in my reserve to muster up the courage in me to make that call. Of course, no one would be at the school on the weekend, so, I had to call Mr. Thomas, the principal, at his home to inform him that I had been injured on my trip to the mountains and would be unable to be at work Tuesday. I don't know. I may be ready to go back before Tuesday, but any excuse to stay out of work at this point in my life I was going to take it. He was displeased to say the least. Geez, as though I’d done it on purpose. Mr. Thomas was probably in his late fifties, though he could’ve been younger. I wasn’t sure. He was tall and large. Not fat but j
I never realized how lovely grass smelled, nor had I ever savored the musty scent of the rich dirt just beneath it. My legs were numb and so were my arms. I couldn't lift my head, hell, I couldn't move an inch of any part of my body, so I just continued to lie there, on the ground, letting the delicious smells of the earth violate my senses. It was dark, and though I could not see the sky above, I knew there was no light from the heavens breaching the blackness of this night...yet. I tried to look up, but my face was paralyzed, forever staring at the pitch-dark shadows of the grass surrounding me. I was almost face down in what appeared to be a ditch, my eyes fixed on the blackness surrounding me, threatening to engulf me. It hurt to breathe, and my jaw ached from my mouth being frozen in this open position for only God knows how long. How long had I been here? Where was here? How did I end up here? The grass lit up in a brilliant radiance followed by the ground trembling as the sky
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