Novels by chocolateydaisy

REN'S POVA memory flashes in my head, no not the bad ones that I so desperately wish to forget. Rather, this one is one one of the very few peaceful memories I find hard to come by.I remember gazing out the window through the swollen eyes of my thirteen year old self, giddy with excitement as my finger subcounsiously bunched up the ends of my plaid skirt. The windows of the Mercedes car my father had bought that week was rolled down, allowing the crisp Sunday morning air slap wildly at my face.I remember the car skidding to a stop and my mother rushing over to my side to help me out, smiling gently at me as her nimble fingers worked to quickly brush back my wild strands of hair.I also remember sitting at the very front of the church, my smile never fading as I listened to the preacher's powerful voice booming loudly from the speakers.I remember his words that Sunda

REN'S POVMassive tendrils of unruly red mane fall around my face and block my sight of vision. Huffing, I begin to hurl myself from the concrete floor, only to stop when I realize that I am wiggling on the ground like an earthworm who has been sprinkled salt and is on the verge of death.For God's sake, couldn't he have uncuffed me first?Slowly, the realization of my situation and the oddity of everything occuring all at once hits me. My annoyance with the horse faced being now shoved in the back of my mind and leaving only a burning flame of curiosity and slight confusion as memories of his features consume my head. For a second I do not hear a sound, not even a pin drop,But then the sound of hushed voices all murmuring has my body freezing over with fear for the first time in a long while."She looks sick.""Small."A loud bang whi

REN'S POVI am ruffled awake by a burning sensation in my arms and wrists. There's a dull throb in my head as well, my first instinct is to rub the sore spot in feign relief, however my hands seem to be stuck. Fear grapples me and mid consciousness, my eyes flutter open, suddenly aware of the uncomfortable hardness prickling at my back and neck."What the fuck?" My voice echoes around me, giving the illusion that I'm in a cave of sorts. It's dark, so dark that I have to squint my eyes in order to clearly make out the bearings of my environment. The only source of lighting being the soft rays filing through a small hole above me.Was I kidnapped? Who would kidnap me anyways, I don't have any money... At least not since I went MIA four years ago.Grunting, I tug at the restraints, the heavy metal cuffs seeming to burn harsher against my skin at the action eliciting a pained whimper from

AÏDON'S POVLocation: The court of judgement"Why exactly are we here again?" My tone is clipped with mild anger as I direct the question to the brown eyed reaper standing beside me. Messy cropped black hair laying atop his head in disarray, lazy chocolate orbs observing the scene playing out before us as he noisily slurps on his milkshake.My presence in such gatherings, despite being with the higher ops, is highly unlikely of me. Normally, I'm neither demanded nor welcomed at such events, but seeing as the tiny devil was found in my territory, I -against their better judgement- am seemingly involved in the process."Magnus." I snap, irritated at the loud sound.He stops mid-sip and turns to me, wide eyes gleaming with mischief as he cocks his head to the side in mock confusion. "I'm sorry, what?""You should be burning in the depths of Tartarus at this ungo

REN'S POV194 hours earlier.November 1, 2001Roo's place, Earth.•••"Happy Halloween!" I yell after the grumpy lady as she yanks the doors open and steps out into the night, wavy dark hair swaying behind her with bag in hand. The smile splitting across my lips falters for a brief moment before I catch madame Vic's eyes on my from my peripheral vision and I slip it back on."Happy my ass." Is her half-assed reply as a familiar chime echoes at her departure.Yikes, I wonder what crawled up her ass.All Hallows Eve.My eyes follows the trail of the 'happy Halloween' poster running from one end of the lobby to the other, written in blood red paint and adorned with an assortment of spiders and web decorations in an attempt to appear scary.Tear drops of saline liquid pool at my forehead and trail down the curve o

AÏDON'S POV"Please!" Her tear striken face glistens under the moody blue rays of moonlight.Her feeble body thrashes around wildly, hands and feet flailing in a failed attempt to free herself from the burning red shadows encased around her arms.She screams again, this time sharper, piercing through the cloudy night. "I'll do anything, I promise."She's desperate now, begging to sell her tainted soul for another chance at life."Ain't my call kid." I drawl the words, my tone one of indifference.I've seen this long enough to know that she won't get the deal she's looking for.So I do her a favor