Novels by Austin

*Come And Catch Me, If You Can...*I look at them all, wondering what is going on."You guys converted someone?" Peering over their shoulders, I squint atthe words. Maybe I missed something.But instead it just clarifies the obvious."Uh, nothing!" Wes quickly moves to block the screen, "they are talkingabout another pack!""I'm not stupid," I glare at him, pushing him aside. I glance at the screenintently, looking at the words on the screen. Understanding dawns upon me,enlighteningmythoughts,myquestions."Thenwhyisitemailedtorayisbeast4ever@gmail.com?"They all look sheepishly at the floor."Xavier," I put my hands on my hips, "tell me NOW." He looks up at me withhis spectacular green eyes, not even the hint of a grin at the corner of hismouth."It seems as if the Council has tracked you as a recent convert, when youare actually not fully converted,"

*People Are Like Ants... They Always Follow Their Queen*A purple sun is cast over dark, blood red waters, whispers of screams stillclamoring to leave the horizon. A castle like a shadow lays at the edge of thelake, the color of the night. True terror is in the air, mixed with fear, pain, andlonging.A man paces back and forth in a dingy room, muttering words that shouldnot be repeated. Bookcases stretch across each wall, a single door creatingthe only gap. Soft chairs as soft as silk are lying about, and a minuscule coffeetable is set in the middle of it all. Only one other person is in the room, listeningattentively to every sentence he spits out after a string of expletives."I can't believe this has happened..." the man, face unknown, turns to hiscompanion, "I made a huge mistake.""Everyone makes mistakes," the slightly gray-haired, stubby man the size ofa dwa

**Party Time**"Just go ahead and try," I laugh, "try and steal me from him."I point as a huffing and puffing Xavier stands in the doorway. He is staringat our linked hands with barely veiled disgust. I smirk, willing to play a littlegame of my own."I thought you were gone for the day!" I exclaim, ripping my hands from hiswith so much force that I nearly spin, and rushing to him, "I'm so glad you'reback!" I give him one of his own bone-crushing hugs, and out of the corner ofmy eye, I see him slightly wince. "Act lovey-dovey," I hiss in his ear whilstdelving for a kiss on his neck. It burns when I touch him with my soft lips,tingling with passion that is about to break from its collar. Xavier is bewilderedfor a minute, then he joins in, his arms wrapping around my form. For a minute,there is no place I would rather be. I subconsciously close my eyes, drowningin his int

*Betrayal*~ Xavier ~"You really think I should?" I ask, peering into Jake's deadly serious eyes."Well, we don't want your fans to boycott the club just because you aren'tthere anymore," he replies plainly, "this way, you can deal with them yourself.""Fine," I huff, "but you better not auction me off in secret while I'm there. Iknow you... you'll do anything for a bit of extra cash." Jake is our moneyman,business-like with a wild side. I have absolutely no idea why the girls like him.Obviously they can tell that the green wads of paper in their hands appealmore to him than they do."Don't worry, I'm not inhuman enough to do that... but that's a great thoughtthough. Imagine! We'd make 100,000 bucks off you for your last auction.They'd all be bidding like crazy," Jake dreamily says, brushing a hand throughhis short, crystal white hair.Without

**The Trophy Men**"Get up!" I throw my pillow at the mop of blue hair that never ceases to irkme. If I could, I would hit his face, but he has that and the rest of his bodyburied under a mountain of covers.A groan emerges from the lifeless bundle, then silence."Don't make me have to say it twice," I narrow my eyes, crossing over to hisside. I stare at the glittering blue that always manages to distract me, blinkingannoyingly when it almost blinds me with its light.He turns slightly, and I can now see his forehead and abnormally longeyelashes. Jealousy sears through me as I gaze at the portion of his facerevealed. Isn't the girl supposed to be the pretty one?On a whim, I reach towards him and punch the bundle as hard as I can.There are wretched moans as the man emerges like a butterfly from a cocoon,holding his arm in indignation."You could have just use

Good Thing?*The afternoon air is crisp and cold, dancing along a tiny girl's bareshoulders as she rolls down the windows. She shivers slightly as the air turnsinto a rushing wind, slapping at her cheeks. Angered by its sudden force, sherolls up the window quickly, lunging at her beautiful mother for comfort."Now, now, sweet child, calm down," the goddess says, the words meltinglike butter through her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green asa meadow on a bright summer day. Her daughter has the same features,sharing almost no likeness with her dad. However, the girl is blessed with herfather's enchanting, hearty laugh and quiet personality.The girl is sniffling in the woman's embrace, reveling in the warmth the ladygives. Now she is not crying because of the ferocious wind, but because of theforeboding laced through the air, the foreboding only she can sense. I