Novels by dasogoloff

CHAPTER FIVE“We can do this one of two ways,” my parents state.“Do what?”“Athena, you are a danger to this world and must be removed” My mom says. She is wearing a sad smile. “No,” I breathe.“We can either hold your head under the water until your brain loses oxygen and you pass away, or we can inject you with a liquid that will stop your heart.”I scream.I am shaken awake, and Apollo is kneeling beside me.“Are you okay?” he asks.No, I’m not okay. My parents tried to kill me when I was fifteen years old and I wish they had succeeded.“Yes,” I mutter. “I’m fine.”“You were screaming in your sleep”Am I really that messed up?“I’m sorry, I just had a nightmare.”“Okay, let me know if you need anything. And don’t be sorry. You have nothing to apologize for.”He smiles a warm, sincere smile that only an old friend would give. I’m momentarily disarmed. The man that tackled me not a day ago i

CHAPTER FOUR I open my eyes, and immediately hope that I’m in a nightmare. The room I lay in is an architectural masterpiece. Colors burst from the wall. I’m under plush silk blankets. Beautiful curtains cover the windows. I hate it. I want to throw up. This is blood money.Nobody deserves this luxury in the current state of our world.I wonder what they could have done with all of the money spent on just this room. Cleaned out an ocean, at least.Are there even oceans anymore?I don’t know. The bombs must have destroyed everything. World war three was a very short one, orchestrated primarily by the Kronos family. They were incredibly smart about the execution.All they did was drop bombs in areas of their choosing.The bombs had dropped seemingly out of nowhere. Nobody expected them, or detected them. The public had no protection. However some of these bombs were different. New. Unknown, and never before enginee

CHAPTER THREEIt feels like it takes me years to wake up. My arms and legs are still somewhat limp, but at least I can open my eyes. I try to sit up, but don’t have the strength to. After a few minutes I start to regain feeling and motor skills. I turn my head to look around, and immediately notice that there is an IV in my arm.I reach my hand over and pull the needle out of my arm before I have a panic attack.The monitor next to me starts beeping loudly, and the same man from before walks in, this time in a lab coat. His hands are carefully covered in leather gloves.Clever man.He glances at the needle now dangling near the floor.“You really shouldn’t do that.”“I don’t like needles.”He grimaces.“I’m well aware.”I ignore him, and take inventory of my surroundings.One bed, pillow and blanket graciously included. One bag of red liquid hooked up to an IV pole, presumably either painkiller or sedati

CHAPTER TWOI move my head side to side, reveling in the bliss of the warm bathwater I’m practically swimming in. Resting my head on the side of the tub, I watch the little ripples and patterns the water makes every time I shift.So fluid. Flexible. The water can work with and around anybody and anything. Nothing can stand in its way, and if it’s ever blocked off, it serenely goes into a different direction.Ever moving. Ever rippling. Ever changing. Ever flowing. I wish I was more like water.My dad walks in with tear stains evident on his prominent cheeks, my mom walking behind him. They have a strange, sad look on their faces. I pull my knees up to my chest and look up at them. I want to ask questions, but I already know why they’re here. And I’m ready to face them. I’m ready to face my fate. For months I’ve been dreaming of doing what they’re about to. They’re sparing me the effort.

CHAPTER ONEFour walls.I have been staring at four walls for 47 weeks. Four grey, moldy, sullen walls.Imagine being an 18 year old, doing nothing but staring at four walls.Most of time I like to examine the different shades. The grey ranges from a moldy greyish green to an almost black grey. If you look at it long enough its hypnotizing.A doctor tried to hypnotize me once. He sat me on a chair in his office and told me to listen to the ticking of his clock. He told me to do that for 30 minutes. Nothing happened. So instead he decided to get a team of doctors from around the world together, and had them poke and prod with needles until I wished I was dead.Actually, I did almost die. I was strapped down to a metal table, and they filled 15 tubes with my blood. They took so much that a few tubes overflowed. Then they left. And I got so, so dizzy. I was dizzy to the point where I could no longer see straight.I felt myself slow down,

Chapter Six“Amara”Ares POVIt’s been a week, and the only thing that gets her to follow orders is the threat of the belt or her sister. So I’ve made a difficult but necessary decision to eliminate her sister. I need her to only follow orders because of me and my threats. I don’t want her to have affection constantly extending to her sister, because she’s mine.“We’re going for a drive” I tell her after lunch. She somehow manages to stay neutral.“Okay.” Is her only response.Fuck, her lack of emotions frustrates the shit out of me! And her lack of response to me, as well. No matter, as soon as her sister’s out of the way, she’ll be all mine.I lead her to the car, and start driving to the warehouse where her sister is. It’s a short drive, about twenty minutes.Once we get there I help her out of the car, and watch her eyes flit around in confusion.You’ll know soon enough, love. And then it will be just you and me, for the rest

Chapter Five“First day of a new life”Eris POVMy eyes… Fuck, my eyesare so droopy. I know I need to get up even though it’s Saturday. Even thoughit’s sleep in day, I need to check up on Amara and plan out a fun day for us.I yawn.“Waking up, angel?”Three men, dead.My parents, traitorousbastards.My sister, withoutaffection.It all comes rushing backand I sit up, screaming like no other.“FUCK!” Ares exclaims,clapping a hand over my mouth.“Calm down, princess!You’re fine! You’re safe with me!”God, Amara. I’ll goinsane if she’s alone. I can’t leave her alone.She needs me. She needssome sort of motherly love.I try to lift my hands upto take Ares’s hand off of

Chapter Four“Kidnapped”Eris POVI check the clock to seethat it’s already 2am, and groan. I still have to finish writing a speech."Now, what are some universal fears? Well, as cnbc.com states, the top 8 biggest fears that holds one back from success are as follows. Fear of inadequacy, fear of the unknown, fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear of being left out, the +fear of change, fear of losing control, and fear of being judged. All of these fears are ones that everyone is able to relate to. These fears can manifest in day to day life, as well as potentially in life changing situations- such as when choosing a career. The one thing all of these fears have in common, is they make you second guess yourself. When functioning within the mindset of these fears you tend to set aside your values, because you think that they are invalid. And straying from your values along with falling into a negative

Chapter Three“You are mine”“Eris!”The annoyed voice of mymath teacher rings out. I look up from the book I’m reading instead of payingattention.“Since you’re comfortableenough to read in my class, I trust you will be able to solve this equation?”he says with a rude smile. I shut my book loudly, and stand- walking to thewhiteboard.In the fifteen seconds ittakes for me to get from my seat to the board, I’ve already solved theequation. I neatly write out the number 237.The teachers eyes widenand he pulls out his calculator, likely checking the answer. Then his faceturns red.I offer him a tight smileand walk back to my seat, opening “Dracula” again.Directly after classends, Ares breezes into the room to speak with the teacher. I vaguely hear himsay that he’s transferring into the class.Grea

Chapter Two“Introductions” Eris POVI stand, face to facewith the one being who can, perhaps, match my powers. Of course I don’t showany of the apprehension I’m feeling.“Good to know” I respondflatly. I step to the side but he matches me, blocking my way yet again.“And you are Eris Chaos,correct?”“I don’t like rhetoricalquestions” is my only response.So he knows who I am.But does he really knowmy name? My being the Don’s daughter? My being the most powerful pure bredwitch? And then there’s theissue of “The chosen”. If he is, in fact, a warlock- he’s going to be on thelookout for the girl he chooses to spend the rest of his life with. It’s aritual of sorts among warlocks.The way my fatherdescribed it was “You just know when you look into the eyes of the wo

Chapter One“Welcome, Mrs. Chaos.”Eris POVI walk into the halls ofmy new school in a somewhat agitated state. I most definitely did notwant to move to a whole new state, but I know better than to mistrust myparents. At the end of the day I believe that they will always have my bestinterest in mind.I’m not a particularlynice person in general, but I’m not mean either. When I’m anything other thanperfectly composed and neutral, it’s either for a good reason or if the personI’m showing emotions with has earned it. That’s how I was raised. I walk into my firstperiod English class just as the bell rings. The English teacher, a woman inher late forty’s, looks at me and smiles lightly.“Good morning, dear. Ipresume you’re Ms. Chaos, the new student?” I nod and maintain aneutral facial expression, as I almost a

CHAPTER SIXTwo uneventful weeks have passed since Trigger, Theo and I made it to Chicago. I’ve picked up the trail of a banshee that haunts an abandoned children’s playground, but haven’t yet gone out to kill it. Oak pulled some strings, and managed to enroll the three of us at Northwestern University. Trigger and I are both majoring in political science and minoring in English. Theo has no fucking idea what major he wants, and so he’s taking all generals. Trigger and I have all of our classes together.Despite my very best efforts to ignore him, my attraction to him has only grown exponentially, and it isn’t helpful that he flirts with me every chance he gets. Two days ago I even found myself flirting back before I snapped the hell out of it. “Ambrosia, care to take a stab at the answer?”I look up at my introduction to law professor from the book I’ve been reading under my desk. “Mens Rea is the Latin term that indicates criminal intent.”

CHAPTER FIVEI wake up to agitated and worried voices all around me.“Back the fuck off, I need to get the shards out” Moss’s voice could cut steel.“I’m not leaving. She’s like our older sister” I hear one of the boys say, accompanied by a chorus of agreements.That’s when I snap my eyes open and sit up, only to feel shooting pain go through my body, forcing me to lay back down. It’s a good sign, considering I don’t feel pain with my red lights on. I’m only wearing a bra and jeans, likely due to the glass shards sticking out of my whole torso.Moss smiles wide. “Glad to see you’re back. And don’t worry, your pretty face is intact.”Translation: Your eyes are back to green, your secret is still well kept. “Moss, get Oak in here.”“I’m right here, Ambrosia.”My uncle is on the other side of the medical table I’m laying on. “Perfect. I’m going to need you and Oak to put pressure on each wound once I get the glass out and di

CHAPTER FOURReality creeps into my mind bit by bit. The first thing I feel is that my hands and feet are both tied to a chair. My hands are tied behind my back, and my feet are tied to the legs of the chair.The second thing I realize is that the chair is metal, bolted to the ground, and I’m not tied by rope. No, I’m restrained in leather cuffs, which will make freeing myself a hell of a lot more difficult. Next I open my eyes, and see through blurred vision that I’m in a gorgeous house. Lavish furniture surrounds me, and a crystal chandelier hangs above me. Under other circumstances I would admire this house quite a bit. “Oh, you’re awake! That’s surprising. I only knocked you out about two hours ago, and the drug keeps a normal person out for at least eight hours, but most often ten. But then again you aren’t a normal person.” “You bastard” I mutter as the last of my haze lifts, and Arken comes into focus. He’s siting at the far end of the room, k

CHAPTER THREEWhen it’s time for dinner I put on a modest yet pretty dress, and throw an outfit to change into for the club in my car, along with my handbag.In the club I’m going to be wearing a black dress that reaches about mid thigh and has a V-neck that pretty much flaunts my cleavage. Moss and I carpool to the restaurant together, and my uncle takes Trigger with him. As I pull onto the highway, Moss gives me the tea. “So Trigger approached me after the fight and asked if you were single.”Oh no. I can’t have him after me. I won’t be able to resist. “And what did you tell him?”“That you’d kill anyone who ever hurt you in their sleep.”“And what was his response?”“That he just got turned on.”I groan. Moss smirks. “Are you into him?” He asks me.“Honestly, yeah. He’s hot as hell and the first guy in years that’s been able to pin me down. For some reason that’s a solid turn on. But you know I don’t date

CHAPTER TWOI don’t cry very often, but there is one day a year that I always do. December 5th, the day my mother died giving birth to me.Today is that grievous day, and I’m kneeling in front of her grave, in the snow, allowing tears to roll down my face.But I don’t just cry for her loss. I allow the tears that I don’t let slip the other 365 days a year to fall freely. I allow the pain of missing her and everyone else who I treasure to spill over. I allow myself to mourn, and feel all of the feelings that I pretend I don’t have. It’s my fault that my mother’s dead, but her fate is the fault of my father who raped her and left her for the nine months it took for me to be born. He assumed she would die, because no woman could ever survived giving birth to his child. Normally he kills women before they can give birth, but when he found out I was a girl- he was overjoyed. Turns out that even Lucifer himself has always wanted a little girl.That’s rig

CHAPTER ONE“So, Amara.”The Vampire whom I sit across from lets my fake name roll off his tongue in the most seductive way. I never give out my real name, Ambrosia, to the undead. Too risky.Judging by how his eyes are lazily traveling up and down my body, I can see how desperate he is. Yep, this one is looking for an easy screw. To him I’m a pretty brunette in suggestive clothing, in other words easy prey.What he doesn’t know is that I’m actually the most deadly assassin to the undead. An oxymoron, I know. But either way, my slutty appearance and flirtatious mask is putting him perfectly at ease. After all, he thinks he’s the only one in this bar who knows that creatures of nightmares actually exist, his race being one of the most common. But he’s wrong. I’m here, and I’m most certainly not alone. My best friend, Moss, is at the other end of the bar chatting up a pretty blonde next to him. Although he may look engrossed in the seduction game they are playi