“Are you ready to go princess?” Jamira was standing against the cave entrance. I was going home… Or what I am supposed to call home. I told my father I would stay for a few years. I wanted to get to know him and mother. I wasn’t sure if we would get along. Jamira reminds me all the time that I am nothing like the demons in hell. She says my human nature stops my true potential. I laugh everytime she says that though, because Theodore says the opposite. He thinks my demon side gets in the way of my potential to be an angel. I am happy just being myself.
We are going through a cave, because I wanted to bring some of my belongings. JAmira says we can’t teleport a lot of objects. She tells me the cave entrance is a portal to hell. I find it interesting, because it is not an unknown cave. She says you must know the right words to say to be able to enter. No human can
The road led straight to the castle. It was narrow, and to the sides were balls of flames flying upwards from lava. I felt as if one wrong turn of the carriage would be our death. Could an immortal survive lava? Would our body's regenerate? Would we burn forever? The idea of it chilled me to my bones. Sanguinex must have noticed, because he squeezed my hand. His touch was calming. I could hear the screams of humans, but I could not see them. Once we got to the giant doors, my heart began to pound. I knew this was not my first time meeting my parents; I did not understand the skip of rhythm. Allie stopped at the big red doors. "Are you ready princess?" Jamira opened the carriage door, and stepped out. She turned, and reached out her hand towards me. I was hesitant, but I took it,
I am 24 years-old. I have been writing books since I was 13 years-old. I have written 7 books total, but lost 5 to a house fire, and did not have backups. I lost my desire to write after losing my first 5 books. It has been 9 years since then. This is my second book I have published. I am a mother of 1 daughter, trying for a second child. I want to make a living as an author, but also become a daycare teacher. I have a cp in early childcare. My passion is my child. I love and live for my family. They matter more than anything. I hope you liked my book. Please leave me comments if you think something is wrong or want something explained in the next book. Thank you for all your support. I want to give thanks to the people
My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe. We lived in a cottage that had 500 farm acres of strawberries and grapefruit behind it. My father was a winemaker, and my mother a baker. They had a building beside the cottage they used as a bakery. They sold their baked goods and wine to the neighboring people. We were not rich, but we were not poor. The bakery was a family business, so us kids helped out.
The day Damien brought me home was a joyful day. Isabell had just sold her first wedding cake. It was a 5 layer cake, with real flowers put on top of it. It was not easy to cook a cake, because she had to take a metal pan, heat it up evenly, and pull the cake out without messing it up. It was not easy. Once she laid each layer on top of each other, she would ground sugar into powder with a bowl and growder. She'd take the powdered sugar, and sprinkles it all over the cake. She’d take strawberries from the farm and place them on the outer rims of each layer. She had Damien pick wild flowers, and she'd put them on top of the cake. It was a masterpiece. The couple who ordered the cake had just left with their order when Damien walked through the door with me in his arms. I was naked when he found me, so he wrapped me up in his shirt. He
It was just another day. We were all working at our family business. Phebe was working in the back of the bakery with mom, while Isaiah and dad were bringing in the wild flowers that mom needed for her next cake order. Phebe had gotten so well at baking bread that mom let her do cakes now. She had made a few, and messed up alot. She had only made one cake correct out of her 7 tries. I was at the register, greeting people who came in to buy stuff. Even though I could cook and make wine, I was the only one in my family that was great at math, reading, and writing. My dad was okay at it, but he said I was better at it than him. I was standing there listening to mom and Phebe talk to each other, joking around about the cake they were fixing to make when a man dressed in all black walked into the bakery. He was wearing a cloak, so I could not see his face very well. He gave me a bad vibe, but I greeted him all the same.
Mr. Limer had a plate of cheese, bread, and bacon waiting for me when I came out of the room. I sat down at the table and tried to eat. I was starving, but had no desire to eat. It was still sinking in that I lost everything. That my family was gone. What should I do now? I am 20 years-old. I am supposed to be married, have kids, and already started my own business with my husband or be a at home mom. Our parents didn’t make us worry about what we were supposed to do. My sister put the bakery first, so she never found a man. My older brother was training to take over the winery. Once he was in charge, he could get any girl he wanted in just a few years of starting his own business. I was going to help Phebe with her bakery. She had always dreamed of expanding our family business to the capital. She wanted to give the queen her baked goods.
The merchandising guild was a stone building with two stories. When you entered the building there was an open space with tables and chairs, behind the open area were several desks with clerks behind them. There were stairs that led up to an open space with more tables and chairs. There was a bar behind those table and chairs. It was nice. People were talking to each other at the tables. It sounded like important conversions about how they ran their business. I walked up to one of the desks. Trying not to bring attention to myself. “Hello ma’am, my name is Wonda. How can I help you?” There was kindness in her voice. She looked me up and down. I wondered if she noticed my horns. “I’m new in the capital. I would like to purchase a building I can use as a home and a shop.” She turned around, and walked to a table full of maps.
“Hello!” The man spoke to me in a voice unlike any I had ever heard before. It was like a relaxing sound that melted all my troubles away. As he spoke, I could feel a calmness wash over me. I felt happy for the first time since my family died. “What are you?” I asked. He paused, and looked at me confused. “I am a customer?” He tilted his head, smiled, and showed his brilliant white teeth. “That’s not what I meant… What is that on your head and your back?” I pointed at the wings and halo. His eyebrow shot up. “You can see them?” I was confused now. Was I the only person that could see them? “Can’t everyone see them?”