All Chapters of An Angels Betrayal : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Mother, can she hurt you?" She asked, confused, baffled by my response to her insults to that hateful creature."Yes, unfortunately, she can." I whispered back, reluctant to admit my weakness."How is that possible, Mother? Who...whom can't she hurt?"I was most definitely no mood to play teacher. To defend my pride, I decided to explain to her; "She can not hurt your grandmother because she is older. You know strength lies within age. Jessamy is a few decades older than I am...""Actually, a millennium dear..." I swirled around at the sound of her mocking voice. "... Have your mother not told you that I was your fathers first love before she came into the picture."I heard the mocking tone in her voice. She didn't have a shrill, high-pitched voice you would imagine if you looked at her for the first time but that husky - I have a secret, come hither - girls voice that drove men wild with lust. I hated that tone in her voice so much. "Really, mother, is that the truth?" I could

At last, I was home, I banged the door behind me and slid down to the floor. "How can I be so pathetic?" "Eric...what's wrong dear?" I saw Johanna hurrying towards me from the kitchen. Her face was as white as snow, worry written on every line. "Hey, Nanna, I'm sorry. It's nothing to worry about." I said, trying to reassure her. I laid my head upon my knees to hide the guilty feeling so very obviously coloring my face and neck. I felt her hands gripping my biceps, and she pulled me up. She didn't loosen her grip till I was seated on the couch. She gave me a look to say stay and then disappeared back into the kitchen. She entered the living room carrying two cups filled with a thick, scarlet substance. "Drink it will make you feel a little bit better. It's still fresh and hot. " I took a sip hesitantly before gulping half of it down. I didn’t realise I was that hungry until it touched my tongue. "Now, tell me what is wrong." I stared into those shimmering eyes. She always

It felt absolutely wonderful to ride again. It is absolute freedom, all things forgotten. No stress, no pressure, no nothing, just you and your magnificent partner galloping, wind flying. That moment when you and your horse become one is the most amazing feeling of unity and trust. A feeling you can get nowhere else, search high or low. I have forgotten just how I loved to ride. The one thing that kept me from enjoying it fully was my thoughts that kept returning to Eric. No matter how much I tried to fill my brain with nothing but my surroundings, he would just pop up out of nowhere. I haven't opened the box that he gave me. I could feel it burn against my thigh, inside my jeans pocket. I wanted to open it, but at the same time, I wanted to get rid of it. To toss it into the bushes or be a drama queen and very dramatically let it fall into the ocean, tears streaming from my eyes. I was too damned nosy, though, and my curiosity overpowered miss’s drama queen as per usual. A sa

"Daddy, no!" At first, it was only a whisper, but then it grew louder and louder, more incoherent as I became more hysterical. Tears were running down my cheeks. The one following the other without a break, like they were running a marathon. I couldn't stop them from escaping. The snot started dripping from my nose. Joining and mixing with my tears. As I licked my lips, without thinking, I could taste the saltiness from my tears and snot. I didn’t care, though. Only one word echoed through my brain and lips. "No, no, no, no!" I ran from one room to the other, at an inhumane speed, the grief fueling every step, not pausing to check the rooms properly. I didn't realize at the time how strange it was that I was running through a castle, staggering through door after door, but there was no one in sight. I heard Justine and William behind me. They were shouting something, probably trying to stop me or slow me down, but I only ran faster. I just couldn't stop. Even though I knew deep

We fell, slid, and rolled once, twice, three times. Glided another few meters before we came to a halt. When I opened my eyes, I saw this giant black wolf as big as a bear pinning me to the ground . The hatred burning in his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes were almost palpable. He growled, warning me. I let out a breath, I didn’t realise I was holding. I could see that he was out for blood. And that is when I relaxed in his grip. This was my chance, the easy way out without having to do it myself. Extending my neck, giving him better access to my throat, but my eyes never left his. Inviting him. I could see in his eyes that he was considering his choices; getting rid of me quickly or making a game out of it. I at least wanted to die quickly and as painlessly as possible. “Please do it as quickly as possible.” I tried not to sound so pathetic but failed. I closed my eyes and waited for the sting of theeth or claws ripping out my throat, but it didn’t come.... yet. I opened