Elle and Mias Chapter 9"What is your name?"Elle and Mias Chapter 9 in General Fiction More Like This
"Do you need to know the name of your food?"
"Would you eat an unknown food presented to you?"
"So long as it didn't look weird or smell bad."
The ghoul leaned in and sniffed her.
Elle was annoyed. She crossed her arms. "It's not going to take long for some very demented and terrible people to come after me and find me. I would prefer to be dead when they arrive. I hate to rush you, but could you stop picking at your food?"
"Name?" The ghoul leaned back, raising an eyebrow.
Defeated, Elle plopped her head into her hand and rested her elbow upon her knee. "Elle."
The ghoul smiled, showing ghastly long, sharp teeth. "Nice to meet you Elle, my name is Leadbury. Galfridus Leadbury, but I prefer to be called Leadbury."
"Nice to meet you, Leadbury. Now, are you going to eat me or not?"
Leadbury looked her over once more, sniffing the air. He reached out a clawed paw. Elle closed her eyes. This was it. She would escape.
She felt a definitive poke, as the ghoul's paw pushe
Elle and Mias Chapter 5Elle would have never guessed that Mias had such a compassionate counterpart. It would seem that Mias, after all, subsisted as the evil twin and Elias coexisted as the wholesome one, constantly shadowed and undermined by the heinous actions of his brother. He had convictions passions and they did not revolve around chasing skirt.Elle and Mias Chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
It did not hurt that he was as devastatingly handsome as Mias, like a figure from an 1800s romance novel cover. He wore his hair long, neatly pulled back wearing a dark billowy shirt and nicely fitted pants that complimented his features.
"I am not from Ærworuld," she confessed, one morning during their daily get-together. "Mias came to my world and kidnapped me. I do not know how he managed to go through the portal. But he did and he can, which I understand to be thought an impossible feat."
Elias' mouth dropped open. "This is terrible news. No wonder he was able to recapture you, you could not escape... If I possessed the ability t
Elle and Mias Chapter 3Elle woke to a pounding in her head.Elle and Mias Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
Not again, she grumbled."Muuuunnngghhh."
She ruffled her brow. Dear god, please let this all have been a bad dream. Please. I'm just going to open my eyes and
Elle peeked at her surroundings. Slowly she raised her head and hoped that her 10x11 dorm room would greet her with its faded paint and dingy light.
Was there always this much green in our dorm? Maybe we have a mold problem. Please, be a mold problem. Please be a
As her eyes began to focus, it became more and more apparent to Elle that she was not in her dorm room. One-hundred foot tall trees towered over her. Leaves, dirt, moss, were everywhere she turned. Elle blinked. Was she in a forest?
Elle massaged her head. Well, a forest is much better than being trapped with that sex-crazed kidnapper.
"Oh good, you're awake." A tenor voice called out to her.
Elle stiffened. Would this nightmare never end? I thought I escaped!
Elle and Mias Chapter 10The days drifted one into another, each passing without much fanfare or pause. She lived with the ghoul, underground in a cave-like dwelling. They shared stories and discussed books they had readLeadbury was surprisingly well read knowing more about Aristotle and Plato than she. He never pried into her past and occasionally she gave him vague details of what had transpired in the lonely depths of the Ágend family castle. That part of her life was past her and she refused to be a victim of circumstance. She recognized that she had made several keys decisions that lead to her misfortune. How could one night of carelessness lead to such tragedy? Never again would she act without reason or out of her better judgment. Never again would she act out of loneliness or from an attempt to fit in. All the philosophers she had ever admired advised against the exact lifestyle she had tried to pursue.Elle and Mias Chapter 10 in General Fiction More Like This
Living in the forest with Leadbury had been a great healing to her broken soul. She had b
Elle and Mias Chapter 14Elle awoke before dawn, unable to sleep. She walked to the river and washed her face, cleaning off the residual tears from her night of depression—her moment of weakness.Elle and Mias Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Enough. She was done with this doubting, with crying, with feeling any of this pain. She had given everything she had to give. There were no more feelings she could feel.
There was very little movement in the camp. A few early risers like her prepared for the camp’s busy activities. The early risers moved methodically, following their routine.
It was time.
This was never supposed to be permanent. This is a temporary situation, a time for preparation.
A light glowed from a tent and she ventured towards it. No more doubts. No more waiting. No more hesitation.
It was time.
Mias found that he was unable to actually sleep with Iedra. It wasn’t that she did not possess beauty or that he found himsel
Barbie"Why isn't Barbie a brunette?"Barbie in Short Stories More Like This
"Because it's Barbie, she's been blonde since the fifties."
I glanced at the row of highlighter pink plastic boxes as we looked through the Girl's aisle at Wal-Mart. The fluorescent lights beat down on us and the neon glare had begun to hurt my eyes.
"She has blue eyes too, just like you."
"My eyes aren't blue, they're gray."
I promised my little sister that I would pick her up a toy from Wal-Mart when I came down from college for the holiday season. I had to admit, her method of inquiry was beginning to grate on my nerves. I loved her, but it had been non-stop sister-sister time and I was ready for a little space again. Thank God the term would be starting up soon.
"I'm not blonde or blue eyed."
I turned to look at my sister. She was ten, with an olive skin tone, gorgeous dark brown hair, and mysterious dark brownalmost blackeyes. When she grows up, I knew she would be beautiful, especially compared to
1: Mias and Elle Meet AgainElle glanced around the wide expanse of the ballroom, suppressing a yawn with the back of her hand. It was just after eleven o'clock and she was eager for the night to end so she could go home and crawl into bed. She wasn't normally one for these types of parties, but she had promised her friends that she would attend this illustrious costume ball that they had been planning for the past several weeks.1: Mias and Elle Meet Again in Short Stories More Like This
She shifted from side to side, grateful that the long crimson skirt of her ball gown was long enough that she was at least able to wear her favorite pair of comfortable flats. Her friends had all opted for sexy high heels, but Elle knew that after an hour of that her feet would begin to feel like they were being twisted in a vice. The bodice of the gown, however, gave her nothing but trouble. It was so tight she could hardly breathe, with a neckline so low that she felt completely exposed. Her friends had assured her that she looked ravishing, but she felt ridiculous and more than a litt
5: Elias Finds ElleElle woke with a start. She opened her eyes slowly, unable to make out anything but blackness beyond the flicker of the candle which burned low on the table beside her. She could hear the creaking of floorboards near the window to her left, and she turned onto her side and stared wide eyed into the darkness.5: Elias Finds Elle in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She tried to scream when she saw a form coming towards her out of the shadows, but only managed a small squeak. She shot up in bed and scooted back until she was pressed against the headboard, bringing her knees to her chest.
When the figure became clearer thanks to the candlelight, Elle let out a shaky breath when she saw that it was only Mias.
"You scared the hell out of me," Elle breathed, pressing her hand against her chest.
Mias tilted his head as he watched her, a sly smile spreading across his lips. His eyes dragged over her face and down her neck to where she had the blanket tugged up over her knees, before his gaze met hers once more.
Elle shivered. He was looking at her a
2: Elle's EscapeMias stared at Elle's sleeping form beside him. She hadn't moved all nighthe knew because he hadn't moved all night either. He was still lying back against the headboard, watching her steady breathing and enjoying the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her lacy white bra. He had stripped her out of the gown she had been wearing, wanting her to be comfortable as she slept, confused as to why he cared about her comfort at all. His grin widened as her chest rose, deciding that caring about whether or not Elle was comfortable had to be the best damn idea he ever had.2: Elle's Escape in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sunlight poured through the open window, a slant of light cutting across the bed and Elle's creamy white legs. Mias adjusted himself on the bed, and Elle shifted slightly before going still once more.
She would be awake soon, and Mias was suddenly aware that he had been lying on the bed in his clothes. He tried to smooth the wrinkles in his slacks and shirt, sighing with frustration when he realized not only was he a w
7: Beauty and the BeastIt was nearly dawn when Edmund finally managed to get away from Mrs. Gibbs. The old cow certainly liked to talk, going on and on about her childhood as though Edmund cared in the least about who her parents were and where she had grown up. Mr. Gibbs was no better, prattling on about all manner of things, from horses to hunting to the weather.7: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After sitting through several grueling hours of their mindless blather, he had excused himself, saying that the exhaustion of his ordeal and the anxiety over his wife had given him a dreadful headache, and so he was going to retire to his room for a few hours to rest.
Edmund took the hallway towards the guest quarters, glancing back to be sure that Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs weren't following, then he turned and headed down another hall which led through the dining room and into the foyer.
He crept up the stairs, darting quickly into the darkness of the hallway for fear that he might be spotted. The wind howled outside, making the heavy windows rattle.
11:Elle's Wedding Day"Miss! Miss!" Thomas cried.11:Elle's Wedding Day in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle opened her eyes with a groan to find Thomas leaning over her, his little hands on her shoulder as he tried to shake her awake.
"What time is it?" She croaked.
Stretching, she turned onto her side and glanced at the porthole, frowning when she saw that it was still dark.
"It's just after dawn!" Thomas said, sitting beside her on the narrow bed.
Elle sighed, tugging the thin sheet more tightly around her shoulder. She had made it a habit to sleep as late as she could, not because she was depressed, she assured herself, but because it meant less time spent anywhere near Elias, and more time spent devising a plan.
"Why on Earth are you waking me up so early?" Elle asked, just as a deafening BOOM rocked the ship.
Elle shot up in the bed, grabbing Thomas protectively around the shoulders. "What the hell was that?" She shrieked.
Thomas laughed. "It's alright Miss, just a signal shot to let Tearny know we intend to make port."
Elle stood up and stretched
2: Beauty and the BeastBeth clung to Mr. Thorne's arm around her waist, her teeth chattering as icy rain trickled down her face. Her hair was glued to her cheeks and tangled around her neck, her cloak and gown soaked through to her skin. Her whole body was numb, her fingers and toes aching painfully from the cold.2: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're nearly there," Mr. Thorne shouted over the onslaught of rain. Beth nodded, unable to speak as droplets of rain hit her already numb face.
Beth leaned closer against Mr. Thorne, trying to soak up some of the warmth that seemed to roll off of him in waves. Though she shook violently against the cold, Mr. Thorne felt as though he was on fire, and she couldn't help but relish the warmth that his nearness offered.
He stiffened behind her as she held onto him, his grip around her waist tightening as his warm breath ghosted over her temple. She tilted her head and glanced up at him to find his hard unreadable eyes on her, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
There was something possessive in the way
10: Elle's RevengeElle ripped her arm free of the large sailor's grip as he hauled her up from the ladder and onto the deck. She nearly fell to the floor, feeling so detached and disoriented from the horror she had just witnessed that her whole body was numb.10: Elle's Revenge in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias is dead.
She felt a sharp twisting in her chest at the very thought, and she wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor and cry. She looked towards the island, only able to see the outline of the cliffs and the glimmer of waves as they drifted onto the shore. Elle wanted to hurl herself over the side of the ship, to swim back to Mias and hold him in her arms one last time. But she knew there would be no point in it, that all the wishing and crying, all the promises and kisses in the world would never bring him back. All she could do now was hope that Mias knew what she felt for him. That his love for her was matched by her love for him.
She watched as Elias climbed up the last few steps of the ladder with a wide grin on his face,
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse
4: Beauty and the BeastSunlight streamed through the large window and across the foot of the bed, and for a moment Beth forgot where she was. She turned onto her back, staring up through the canopy of drapes hanging across the four poster bed, her anxiety and frustration over her situation returning as the after effects of sleep wore away.4: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth hated how helpless she felt, trapped in a castle in the middle of a vicious storm that showed no signs of easing up. She sat up in bed and stretched her tired limbs, then scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket up around her shoulders against the biting cold of morning.
Since there was nothing she could do about her situation, she focused instead on the small things she could control, such as getting dressed and straightening her bed. She was certain that Fiona would be upset with her for cleaning up a bit, but Beth wasn't the type who expected others to wait on her.
Once the bed was as close to perfect as she could get it, Beth went to the armoire where
6: Beauty and the BeastWhen Beth woke she was afraid to move, uncertain of where she was or who might be with her. She opened her eyes only slightly, just enough to see that she was lying in her bed at Blackmoor Castle, the room warm and the walls aglow with shifting light from the fireplace.6: Beauty and the Beast in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had the distinct feeling that she was not alone, and when she shifted her head slightly to have a better view of the large wingback chair that was near the window, her heartbeat quickening when she realized that a figure sat there--and she knew with certainty that it was Mr. Thorne.
Beth squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep her breathing steady and even, willing Mr. Thorne to leave her alone so that she could assess her situation in peace and come up with a better means for escaping the castle and the mad creature that Mr. Thorne had transformed into.
"I know you're awake," he muttered. "So you may as well open your eyes and face me."
Her breath caught at the sound of his voice, which no longer sounded gravelly