Awakening by Ashon Thadon (best books to read for self improvement TXT) 📕

Prologue

Dylan was marked, make that cursed. He was bitten by a malevolent creature that promised him riches and power. Instead she cursed him.

“I’ve blessed you,” she said with a wicked smile as red liquid dropped down her mouth.

Dylan held his neck and fell to the ground. The pain was excruciating but it felt pleasant at the same time. Dylan could feel his body tingling.

“You wanted this,” She informed. “You gave me permission. I gave you what you wanted.”

Dylan started to shake like he was cold but then he felt a warmness come over him at the same time.

“I…I…” Dylan tried to express words but they couldn’t come out.

“You will thank me,” she said. “I promise you.”

Dylan felt sleepy. He felt like his life was being drained away from his body.

“You made…you made me…”Dylan still tried to speak.

Blood was gushing out of his neck even he pressed his hand against it.

“No I’ve awakened you,” She stated with another smile.

Dylan fell asleep.

Chapter 1

She stood 5’ll, model type body with luscious brown hair wit auburn highlights. She had green eyes and a smile that could melt ice. She seemed like she was only there at the party for him which seemed weird.

Dylan didn’t even want to come to the party but his friends insisted that he come. He had just broken up his relationship with his current girlfriend because she was getting too needy. Dylan hated that. She was becoming more and more possessive and that was getting on Dylan’s nerves.

Dylan knew he was a popular guy and could have the pick of the litter when it came to the ladies but he stuck with Allison for how long for God knows why. Dylan was a 6’2, athletic built socialite that had chestnut eyes and gracious skin tone. He played basketball for his high school and ladies would damn near faint if he fell or got fouled.

Dylan planned after the dumping of his girlfriend to spend a nice night at home jerking off to Asian porn. That was another problem with his former girlfriend, she never satisfied him. Sure she let him have it missionary style but that was about as boring as a nun opera. Dylan wanted a freak in the bed but not like slutty Stacey. He didn’t want to have to hear his name called at the local clinic and he answering to it wearing a mask and dark sunglasses.

His buddies, Jeffrey and Walter, insisted he come to what they preferred to as the ‘party of the year’. They thought every party had that title according to Dylan. At first, Dylan declined. He really wanted to see Ming Lee Ho give a gracious hand job to a random penis. But after about the tenth plea, he agreed. Besides his friends only shined better if he was with them.

Dylan entered the party and all eyes were on him as always. His boys just got the scraps and they were very much happy with it. Dylan wore that night his dark leather jacket with his faded jeans with small holes torn on the side. He wore a black tee shirt that had the words Just Had Some, Thanks written across it. Girls stopped him and laughed at the message on the shirt and then asked him ‘did he want some more?’

Dylan just keep laughing with his two boys in tow. The party, was like many others, at some snob rich kid’s house. The rich kid in question this time, Lawrence Kline, was a student that went to his school and heavy on the debate team because his family was pushing him into politics. Kline’s father had some kind of seat in a high court somewhere and was running for Governor and his mother was damn near on the campaign trail for Senate. Kline’s parents were never at home, which was more like a mansion, due to their busy schedule. His parent, however, made sure to use any debate event he was in as a speaking point for their own campaign attributes. Kline only had friends because of what he had and he didn’t mind sharing to keep them. Dylan was a person Kline practically liked. Dylan was just cool for the sake of being cool and Kline wanted that so bad. He wanted to idolize that persona instead of being a rich spoiled nerd that needed to buy friends.

Kline had personally invited Dylan but he knew Dylan wasn’t the type to just go to any party. Kline had to convince, more like bribe, two of Dylan’s closest friends so that Dylan would show up and make an appearance.

“Hey, Dylan,” Kline said greeting Dylan in front of the patio of the house.

“What’s up, man,” Dylan simply said as he looked at the mini mansion that was Kline’s house.

Jeffrey and Walter took their cue and left from Dylan’s side.

“I need to talk to you,” Kline said as Dylan’s friends walked away from them.

“Hey, guys, where you going?” Dylan asked his deserting posse.

“Check out the bitches,” Jeffrey yelled back and continued on his voyage.

“Like I said ‘I need to talk to you’”, Kline repeated. “Can we talk in private? The party is too loud inside.”

“Yeah, so why you out here gazing in my eyes instead of in there hosting your own party?” Dylan inquired.

“Because I need to talk to you,” Kline said.

“Look, man, if you about to confess some kind of weird…”Dylan was about to say.

“Not exactly,” Kline said and he grabbed Dylan’s arm.

Dylan yanked his arm away from Kline.

“Look, gee, I know you used to getting what you want but your bread ain’t that long,” Dylan said aggravated.

“It’s not what you think,” Kline informed.

“Stop looking at me with those puppy dog eyes,” Dylan insulted. “I know you was a weirdo. Yo, I’m out. Because I think you getting a hard on right now and Dylan Knight ain’t about that laugh. And rather than be out here beating the shit out of you. I’m going to the party and try to forget this crying game episode we almost had. I’m mad I’m missing my Asian porn for this. Look, dude, stay away from me for the rest of your life and I won’t tell nobody you tried to give me an indecent proposal.”

Kline stepped closer to Dylan.

“Dude, you in my space,” Dylan warned. “I will fuck you up, no question asked.”

“You don’t get it,’ Kline started shaking his head. “I need to…”

Dylan pushed Kline to the ground.

“Look, dude, I don’t know what your problem is but…” Dylan said walking away. “…stay away from me.”

Dylan was so disgusting. He was going to go straight home so he continue what he started with Ming Lee Ho and his right hand but something caught his eye, or more like someone.

He saw her outside the house looking at him. He could tell right away she didn’t go to his school. He looked at her for a second and she smiled. He never a girl smile so lovely. It nearly caught him off guard. She winked at him then went in the house. Dylan didn’t know what he was doing but it felt like he was being drawn to her. He abandoned his original plan and apologized to his hand and walked into the house.

Dylan was in a trance walking around the huge house looking for the girl that caught his eye. He finally stopped for two seconds to listen to a song he liked that the DJ was playing when he heard a voice behind him.

“Looking for me?” the sweetest and sexiest voice he ever heard said.

Dylan turned around and saw his angel of beauty.

“I guess I am,” Dylan replied, shyly.

That was odd. Dylan never was shy around girls. But this female had him almost tongue-tied. She smiled and Dylan could actually hear his heart beating.

“You’re cuter in person,” she remarked with a wink.

“Thank you,” Dylan said. “I…I…”

Dylan couldn’t believe it. He was acting like those punk ass kids he’s used to teasing about being afraid to talk to girls.

She laughed and put her index finger on the tip of his lips.

“Shhhhh. Just be cute,” She smiled. “You want to go somewhere. This party is bullshit. I already got the sexiest guy here anyway.”

As the duo was about to exit the house, they bumped into Kline who was coming in the front door.

“Uh…uh,” Kline started stammering. “What’s…what’s…going on?”

“We leaving,” the girl said like she was disgusted.

“But…but…” Kline couldn’t get words out of his mouth either. It was like he was in a trance as well. “I thought…that…”

“I said we’re leaving,” She reiterated this time more sternly.

Dylan didn’t know if it was his imagination but he swear he saw her eyes change color from green to bright red. Kline backed up. Her eyes flashed back to the original green color.

“You promised,” Kline whispered.

She ignored Kline and just grabbed Dylan by the hand and walked out the house. Kline looked at them leave as a tear drop down his eyes.

“You promised,” Kline whispered again.

“Where’s your car?” Dylan’s companion asked looking around.

“How did you know I had a car,” Dylan inquired.

“Most guys like you usually do,” she answered back quickly. ‘So where is it?”

“Right there,” Dylan pointed to the Ford Mustang Grand Coupe. “It was my dad’s before he passed. He was heavy into cars.”

“I bet he was,” she eyed the car like it was on an auction block. “What year?”

“1971,” Dylan responded proudly. “I kept it in good shape too. It really means a lot to me.”

“I bet you this bad boy gets you a lot of pussy,” she stated abruptly.

Dylan was shock at her words. Before he could reply, she just grabbed his hand again and walked him to the car.

“Take me somewhere,” she whispered in his ear. “Somewhere you usually don’t take girls to.”

She giggled and walked over to the passenger side of the car and got in. Dylan paused for a second. He looked back at the house. Kline was still standing in front of the house with his mouth opened in disbelief. It looked like he was mouthing the words, “you promise”.

Dylan shook whatever crazy feeling he was having and got into his vehicle. His female companion was already getting nice and cozy in the leather upholstery she was sitting on.

“I don’t even