I was a little hesitant on uploading a second chapter but I decided to anyways. Enjoy~
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The alarm is loud. So obnoxiously loud. Groaning, I slap the snooze button on the alarm and bury my head under my pillow.
“Liana, it’s time to get up,” Angel’s voice muses through the room. I prefer to call my foster mom Angel because it the word ‘mom’ is strange in my tongue. It’s foreign. I can smell her shampoo from here.
“One more minute,” I groan from under my pillow. The weight of the pillow is gone when Angel lifts it up.
“Being lazy does no good to you,” she says again. This time she literally drags me out of the bed by my legs.
I struggle and cling to my bedframe. “I get my sleep if I’m lazy. Laziness makes me a healthier person!” I reply.
She stops pulling my legs and laughs. “It’s been proven that adults getting six hours of sleep live longer than does who don’t,” Angel says in a matter-of-fact voice.
I sit up on my bed. She has completed her mission: to wake me up. “I don’t consider myself an adult yet,” I counter. When I look at Angel, I feel as though I really see an angel. She took me in when no one else wanted to. Her ember colored eyes were warm. Her curly chestnut colored hair stopped short on her shoulder.
“You’re eighteen for God’s sake.”
“I’ll consider myself an adult when I’m twenty one. When I can drink.”
She shoots me a death glare. “If you even try drinking now, I’ll stuff you inside the kitchen cabinet and leave your body to rot there.”
I walk to her and hug her. Angel has always been good to me, even a bit too kind. I’ve learned to trust again thanks to her and I know enough to see that she would never, ever harm me. She doesn’t even dare harm a housefly. “I won’t ever drink, Angel. I’m just kidding,” I assure her. There are only two people in this world that I care about. First person is Angel, and the second one is Melanie, Angel’s other adopted daughter.
Her glare melts away and is replaced by a warm smile. She hugs me tightly and answers me, “I know you won’t. You’re a very sweet girl.” Even though Angel tells me Melanie and me are the two best things that have happened in her life, I still feel guilty of being adopted by Angel. Of all the girls she could have chosen, she chose me. She chose the blood-stained girl who growled at everyone. To add on to that, Angel works three jobs to keep us alive and happy. No matter how tired she was, or how irritated she was, she never expressed it.
“Do you need me to run some errands today? I can take Melanie with me,” I offer.
She beams. “Yes! I have dozens of errands. Wake Melanie and meet me downstairs.”
I throw on some random clothes and knock on Melanie’s bedroom door. No answer. I open the door and declare, “It’s time to wake up, beauty princess.”
I see strands of golden hair peeking from the covers. Walking to her bed, I pull away her blankets from her. Her blue eyes flash open, staring at me with ferocity. “What. Are. You. Doing?” she snaps, emphasizing each word.
“We are running errands for Angel today.”
She glares at me for a moment and then sits up. Her is golden, not blonde but golden. It is beautiful. Her naturally curly golden hair flows down her shoulders and her vibrant blue eyes regard me. Her features are soft, like an angel’s but hidden beneath that is a fierce tiger. “I was planning on getting my beauty sleep today,” she tells me.
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Blood Bond
ParanormalLiana is special. She has the power to control and manipulate blood. People want her alive. And people want her dead. When a group of vampires with blood manipulation abilities enter her life, she learns that she is destined for a life that she woul...
