All Chapters of Bound to Aidon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

"Don't come any closer." He takes a daunting step forward, lips stretching in a cruel, sadistic smile."I have sharp claws." His red orbs seem to gleam under the flickering orange bulbs. Before my very eyes, his left hand slashes forward exposing razor sharp claws. "So do I." He is taunting me now, a dark look in his irises as he corners me against the wall."I bite and scratch." I warn."You'll crawl and beg too."•••And so begins the tale!This book idea has been stuck in my head for a very long time, and although I had originally planned for Lucifer or Hades to be the main character, I changed my mind as the book progressed. And here we are. Warning;This book is rated R, mature audiences only, especially if younger readers ar

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

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

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