Jenna
I'm holding my baby girl in my arms, smiling up at Ariel while he tries to soothe our crying boy. Blaze is trying to piece together a lamp we bought from IKEA. Everything seems right with the world.
I've finally accepted that I'm a vampire and that it's not a death sentence. I'm happy. I have the two most wonderful men for mates, and they get along with each other. Sex is great, and we have two beautiful children, soon three—what else could I ask for?
"You're such a little troublemaker, aren't you?" Ariel kisses Hayden's forehead. The two baby twins are pure-blooded vampires, and the father is Ariel.
I smile over at the vampire boy. We named the twins Hayley and Hayden. I guess it's a shout-out to Hannah. My heart misses her, even if she hasn't replied to any of my letters. She wants a war to unfold between our kingdoms while I seek peace.
I don't understand where her bloodthirst comes from—we are both mothers, war is the last thing we s
There you go, that was the last chapter. The sequel is called: "Magic Academy: Finding My Mate," which is about a witch named Raven. Daisy, Hayden, and Hayley appear in the story.
Jenna This is the most important day of my life—if I don't get this job, I won't be able to pay rent, which would be horrible. I don't want to ask my parents to send me more money. Big girls can handle themselves! And I can't wait to turn independent! But, first, I need to convince the CEO of this company that I'm worth the job, and then I won't have to depend on my parents. I walk inside the magnificent building with confidence but instantly lose my ability to breathe—stepping into the enormous hotel is like walking into another world, one where everyone wears top hats and fancy dresses. Did I walk into the wrong hotel? The walls are never-ending, and I swear to god, all the people inside are beautiful and tall as trees, exactly how I imagined snobs. "Wow," I whistle in amazement and spin around like a dancer. "This place is amazing..." I take in the room with great eyes; even the air feels different here, cleaner somehow.
Jenna Last night I dreamt about my parents. I have told no one about them, but there is a reason I don't keep in touch with them. They thought consuming alcohol and screaming at each other day and night was more important than taking care of their daughter. On the outside, we looked like the exemplary family, wealthy with a beautiful house and a splendid garden, picture-perfect family members always smiling at the neighbors. Still, inside our walls, I was always unhappy. When other kids came to school with home-cooked meals or lunch money, I sat empty-handed with my eyes still on the floor, reminiscing about my parents sleeping on the floor, drunk and unconscious. Call me an idiot, but I never cried or dared tell anyone about my parents. I survived with a heavy heart, constantly crying, desperately begging for someone to notice me. The younger me needed a hug, help, or anything to make her feel alive. She was alone and lost to suffering. But t
JennaBaking soda. Eggs. Milk. And some vanilla extract. I throw everything into a bowl and whisk the ingredients around while trying to ignore that sharp sting in my chest.Sad to say, I can't fight my brain.Images of Ariel with his arms wrapped around Catherine's body floods my mind, and my heart immediately feels like it's about to break."Not again..." I whisper and feel anger boil through me as I whisk faster than I probably should. "I shouldn't care about that guy. He is a stupid billionaire who I have developed an embarrassing crush on!"My door opens and closes, but I don't pay the sound of someone taking off their shoes any attention. I'm too busy baking in irritation."Hello?"I look up and see Hannah waltz into my kitchen. At first, she seems cheerful and confident, and then she flickers her eyes to my bowl and sighs in that knowing way."What's wrong, Jenna?"I pout at her. "Nothing...""You always ba
JennaHannah is sleeping in my bed while I'm lying deathly still on a mattress on the floor. I'm staring at the fans in the ceiling. I watch them spin and spin and determine my emotions must move in the same manner, around and around in the same damn circle.Earlier, I broke up with Jake and endured him yelling at me. I couldn't stop him from calling me names. My heartless ass deserved to hear his anger, and then, when tears found his eyes, I felt like the most terrible person on earth. I didn't even cry...Though what really makes me wonder if I'm right in the head, now that we are officially over, I'm not sad; I'm finally free.Jake never loved me. I was easy to deal with; I did what he asked and never complained when he left the kitchen a mess or played his video games the entire day. There was no love in our relationship. Jake took me for granted, and I now realize that I want more. I crave love, adventure, passion, and everything they make fairytales
JennaThe kitchen is rather hectic today. Pablo is barking orders at the chefs, and while it stresses everyone else that Linda isn't here yet, Pablo looked delighted when he found she had overslept. Now the miniature grizzly man is in charge, happier than ever to yell at people with his bizarre mustache.I'm lucky he hasn't noticed me yet. My chopping is slower than ever, but I can't help it.A thousand thoughts are running through my head. The shock from the vampire attack slotted right into my mind this morning, and now I'm working with this building anxiety. I haven't seen Dana today, but I'm terrified she might walk in whenever the door opens.Startled, my breath rushes out of me when someone enters through the door. Thankfully, it's not Dana, and instant relief floods me like water.I've never feared vampires before, but this weekend has changed my perception of the world. This morning on the news, there were reports of the police having found
JennaDaylight is god’s evil creation. The aching in my skull throbs and flows like an inner tempest. I drank way too many tequilas yesterday, and now I’m paying the price. Bright sunlight catches my eyes, and I groan in bitterness at my phone vibrating in my pocket.“Who is it?” My voice is hoarse when I press my phone to my ear.“Jenna?” Hannah sounds worried. And so much happier than she should be. Damn morning people. Doesn’t she know Wednesday is the day of suffering? “Are you drunk?”“No, I’m not drunk... I’m one hundred percent hungover though,” I drag my left hand over my face, grunting at the climbing headache building up in my temples. “I’m not working today, and that’s precisely why I spent my entire night drinking tequila in my bathtub,”“Oh-my-god, where are you?”“I’m sitting on a park bench somewhere...
JennaAfter my incident with Catherine, I end up on Hannah’s doorstep with my heart beating out of rhythm. My knocks on her door are urgent, desperately needing my best friend to help me survive this chaos that is currently wrecking my mind.“Hannah?!”The door opens rather slowly, revealing my best friend holding up a cross with a rather alarmed expression on her face. Her eyes are bugging out of her head, like someone expecting to find a burglar behind their door.She searches the hallway with darting eyes, breathing hard until she notices me. Beads of sweat are dripping from her forehead, telling me something is up.“Um,” I swallow thickly, eyeing her up and down. “Is there a reason you are looking like Buffy the Vampire Slayer?”Finally smiling, Hannah giggles at me. She hides the cross behind her back and bites her lower lips awkwardly.“Well...” There is a dreamy glint in her
Jenna“We need to work faster! The customers are waiting for their food!”My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when I stride out of the locker room. Ariel is working in the kitchen like just another ordinary person. The sight of him wearing an apron while sweating behind a frying pan is peculiar enough to turn me into stone.“Faster!” Ariel orders. “The chicken needs to go into the pan!”I clamp my lips together when he glances at me, hating how my insides burn at the sight of him, loathing his good looks.“Jenna! Don’t just stand there! Start serving the customers their food!”Ariel’s commanding voice clears my thoughts. I swear the guy is louder than Gordon Ramsay, which is rather alarming.“Yes, chef!”Hastily, I lower myself to pick up the finished plates and catch my reflection in the glazed tiles over the counter—smoked eyes with determinat