Prolog;
The Gregindorf Prophecies


"Marinsa," Whispered Yanzo Jamleaf. "Where are tu hiding?" Yanzo was looking for his friend and leader Marinsa Jackson. She had been in hiding for so long that Yanzo didnt know where she might be.
Marisa had hair so white it looked like a cloud, and eyes so green it looked like a forest. She was small but was fierce.
Yanzo was the opposite; He had black shaggy hair, blue eyes that looked like electric and was tall.
Yanzo heard a crack of leaves and a twig. He turned and saw Marinsa walking towards him.
"Hello my old friend," She dicho with a small smile.
...

The siguiente day, everyone was surprised when Andrew stopped by. Reed looked at him; distrust in his eyes. Andrew stood there awkwardly, his hands behind his back and staring at the ground.

"No offense, but..." Nikolai began.

"Why're tu here?" Reed finished.

"Uh, I wanted to invite tu guys to dinner. I thought it was the least my family and I could do," Andrew replied. Everyone was silent. I had to be the one to answer.

"Sure. Thanks," I said. He smiled. Reed looked at me like I was crazy. I ignored him.

"Great," Andrew beamed.

He left a little while later, after meaningless conversation; mostly...

We went back to Alexander’s apartment after getting Lucy. Xander and Lucy had been sitting on the couch. He was fussing at her for running off.
    “I can’t believe tu didn’t tell me where tu were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think tu cared! tu aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about tu Lucy. I amor you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I amor you, too,” Xander...

Prologue:
When I Was Thirteen



“Chase!” Carrie Flinn yelled over the roar of music. A boy who looked uncannily like her— black hair, hazel eyes and a thin nose dusted with freckles— turned around.
“What?” he yelled back. “I'm trying to listen to the concert!” Carrie rolled her eyes and leaned her arms against the cool metal bar of the small balcony. She was with her brother, Chase, at a Metallic Lights concert, the band Chase loved and Carrie detested. They had quite amazing seats on a little metal balcony that hung just above the stage, so that anybody on stage could just reach...

    I awoke to the sound of doctors running rampant.
    “How did he near death?”
    “Why did he do it?”
    “Was it suicide?” All of these preguntas ran through my room. I opened my eyes, I was back in the mental institution. I looked over at my left arm. A cast ran from my wrist to my elbow. I remembered taking the meds, but I didn’t remember breaking my arm. I wonder how that happened.
    “Dr. Demidov, how are tu feeling?” A tall, thin man asked. He wore glasses, and he had...

I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to go somewhere. The fight with Grey had been bad. I didn’t feel guilty, and that bothered me. I always felt guilty after a fight, but this seemed to be an exception. I was…happy? No, that wasn’t the word, más overjoyed, I guess.
    I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times...

The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly más than I was.
    Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
    At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy dicho she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
    After the...

"Shiloh, I..." my mouth was dry, and I had no idea what to say. He smiled hopefully at me. I did amor him, but I'm only eighteen! "I... uh..." The door opened, and Sicily and Chance walked in. Sicily froze when she saw us; my face burning and Shiloh down on one knee. She mouthed "oops" and tip-toed out of the room, still holding Chance. I heard her giggle.

"Well...?" Shiloh prompted, thinking I'd forgotten the anterior conversation. I turned back to him, my mouth still gaping. Then, my corazón seemed to melt. I realized I loved him a lot; and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

"Yes."...

Yeah I know it sucks I was bored when I wrote this....so yeah.           [Chapter 1]
She stares at the rain in silence. Grieve over took her. She sat there still looking at the body lying cold, pale, still, and dead on the floor. She just stared not sharing a tear and droped the knife, she then looks at the lighting that was flowing in the sky. She then spares a tear, she sits still siguiente to the body crying for her lover. What had she done? He didn't deserve the pain she gave him. She gets up and comes back with another knife, a bottle of scottch, and a...

Jason: blonde spiky hair, green eyes, wearing his favorito! guitarra camisa, camiseta for almost three days straight, and he’s a teenager, but a rather short one. He has naranja braces that are spotted easily when he smiles. Jason has an arm that can oddly twist all the way around in a
perfect circle. One of the strangest things about him is a black thing in the shape of a flame on his left leg. People think it’s a poorly drawn drawing, but he was born with it, and as he got older it grew with him.

Jason was sitting por the fireplace watching the flames blow from side to side. His eyes liked to find themselves,...

It felt like I had been submerged under water. I was suffocating.
    “How could tu leave her?” I managed to get the pregunta out of my mouth.
    “Genette didn’t tell me she was pregnant. I didn’t even know about Lucy until she was five. por then I figured it was too late,” Alexander dicho a look of pain was in his face.
    “It’s never too late, Alexander,” I said, angered por the fact he would just give that magnificent child up.
    “It was at the time. I didn’t know where she was, and the...

"This is beautiful!" Aiko breathed. Elaine beamed and laughed, "I knew you'd amor it!" Elaine had called Aiko's apartment at five in the morning, telling her (well, más like yelling at her) to come to a spot in the park. In that spot was a bench facing a brilliant, crystal-clear waterfall that flowed around the bench like a sparkling moat. An authentic wooden bridge with white and blue rosas woven in the railings connected the park with the solitary bench.
"We're going to meet your brother in such a beautiful place?" Aiko gaped.
"Yeah!" Elaine exclaimed, flopping down on the bench and grinning...

“I can’t get tu out of my head either,” I said. Voices broke loose in my head, and I fought to push them all back.    
    “What are we going to do then?” he asked unaware of the chaos in my mind.
    “What do tu mean?” I asked confused.
    “We both have feelings for each other. We can’t just ignore it,” Alexander said.
    “I know,” I wanted to ignore it no matter what he said. That would be rude though.
    “We should take time together to explore...

Part two, obviously, of the first chapter. No warnings this time, unless tu count lying and subterfuge.

Inheritance

Part Two



    Harper, March & Fields wasn’t a law firm I’d ever heard of until a few months hace when I’d received a letter from them concerning my father’s will. It was strange that they’d waited until nine months after my 25th birthday to contact me — especially when the instructions had specifically stated alerting me on that day. Phyllis March wasn’t an entirely unpleasant woman to talk to, but she was fidgety and a little high strung. She...

    “Damien, that was years ago,” dicho Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
    “I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I dicho shaking my head slightly.
    “Do tu think it’s because you’re with Grey más often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
    “I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at...

"IDIOT!" the King screeched. Toyo flinched as if the King had struck him.
"DO tu KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" he continued to yell angrily.
"The Vampire Society figured out that Aiko was at X Aacademy," Toyo dicho quietly. "So I sent her away."
"Without the protection of other vampires," the King hissed. "Suppose they find out where she is now. Who will protect her? She's as good as dead now!" The King sighed irritably and strode towards the door.
"Inform the Society that I will not be available for the siguiente year," he dicho coldly. "And this time, don't mess it up." The King strode out of the...

I sat on a black, leather couch, starring at the deep blue walls. I was in Alexander’s office, for my appointment. I’d come here straight from the cathedral. My hair was tangled, and messy. I still wore plaid pajama bottoms, and an old, gray tee shirt.
    I came to a realization last night. Today, I would make my move. I have done enough to hold my own. Now I could be happy…Maybe.
    I debated whether, o not I should tell Alexander about Lucy. Dr. Anozi would’ve liked the idea, but I’m not sure about Dr. Laveney.
    I also...

I ran my hand through my tired hair. I fell asleep on the attic floor last night, after my outburst. I was tired, and ached everywhere. What a night it had been.
    I took my weight of the gurney I had been leaning on. I was at the hospital today, to help calm this schizophrenic man. I arrived here at seven this morning, and had to leave before noon. I couldn’t miss Lucy’s appointment at Social Services.
    It was eight-thirty now, and I was getting ready to meet my patient. He was in the emergency room, with the doctor. He’d had a nervous breakdown,...

Chapter 17




“Who killed them?!” Koda growled.
Iah was trying to keep Koda calm; from his few encounters with this one he knew anger was Koda’s worst enemy.
“I am not sure…” he replied softly.
“How can tu not know!?” he screamed, charging after Iah. He dug his fingers into Iah’s chest as they turned to claws, slamming him to the ground, his dark red eyes bored into Iah’s sending dark chills through his mind. “You know everything else but tu don’t know who killed them?”
Iah cringed in pain, trying to speak.
“I do not know but…I have a feeling who may have done…it”...

Today was my first día working for the mental institution. I woke around ten, and got a shower. I dressed in my black pants, shoes, and shirt. Over the camisa, camiseta was my white doctor’s jacket. The color white didn’t’ suite me, but it’s not like I hade a choice in wearing it.
    I walked to work. The asylum was only three blocks away. As I walked I worried over people criticizing me. Or, making fun of me. What if I treated the wrong patient? What if I messed something up? What if I got lost?
    My stomach started to tighten as I thought of the day...