Toxic by K.B. Torres (portable ebook reader .TXT) π
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"Roaming the night,
Waiting, Watching.
Intriguing the few males,
they see a goddess.
Dances with danger,
As the hell music becomes seductive and sure.
As Female, is clothed,
As goddess, Skyclad.
At Hell one way,
At Heaven another.
She: wants Mundane, Is Angelic, Will be Demonic.
This shall be the norm.
The Radiance surrounds strong,
pulls her own blood into bed.
This resurrected rose awaits her champions, her lovers, her mates.
In time her little ones shall come to be due."
Anastasia has no memory
prior to 14...Sound suspicious? Four nights now, Anastasia had seen the boy on her balcony. At first, she was afraid to tell her parents, thinking they'd assume she was seeing things, or worse, they'd worry about her. Who was this strange boy? Home-schooled and isolated, she soon finds herself in a new terror story: highschool. She soon meets Emmanuel, Juliet, And Luke, the sluts of the school. She suddenly is surrounded in the fiction she believed her whole life was fake...Vampires, Werewolves, Angels, Demons, Gods and Goddesses. Will she be able to find out exactly who she is, and make something out of her mixed up life? All Anastasia wanted
to do was get
married, and settle
down like any
normal mundie girl...But that's too hard when you've got about a thousand guys falling for you, and unwanted attention...
All Emmanuel could think about was Anastasia. He swore, her skin was so white and soft-looking, she could have been feathers rather than skin. Her curly hair, so red, just like flames, dancing in the wind. Her lips, they looked soft like a perfect pink shade of velvet. The most hypnotizing thing was her eyes. Those big, owl-like eyes. The first time he saw her, he wanted her. No, not for blood. he wanted her for...That was the part he wasn't sure about yet. The first time he saw her, Emmanuel almost went in the house. He wanted to kiss her that much. One thing for sure, if he couldn't have her, he'll protect her from any threat, even though the only notable threat is himself. Will they last long, or will anger, jealousy, and mistakes cause Anastasia to unveil her truth alone?
*Includes Foul Language*
Waiting, Watching.
Intriguing the few males,
they see a goddess.
Dances with danger,
As the hell music becomes seductive and sure.
As Female, is clothed,
As goddess, Skyclad.
At Hell one way,
At Heaven another.
She: wants Mundane, Is Angelic, Will be Demonic.
This shall be the norm.
The Radiance surrounds strong,
pulls her own blood into bed.
This resurrected rose awaits her champions, her lovers, her mates.
In time her little ones shall come to be due."
Anastasia has no memory
prior to 14...Sound suspicious? Four nights now, Anastasia had seen the boy on her balcony. At first, she was afraid to tell her parents, thinking they'd assume she was seeing things, or worse, they'd worry about her. Who was this strange boy? Home-schooled and isolated, she soon finds herself in a new terror story: highschool. She soon meets Emmanuel, Juliet, And Luke, the sluts of the school. She suddenly is surrounded in the fiction she believed her whole life was fake...Vampires, Werewolves, Angels, Demons, Gods and Goddesses. Will she be able to find out exactly who she is, and make something out of her mixed up life? All Anastasia wanted
to do was get
married, and settle
down like any
normal mundie girl...But that's too hard when you've got about a thousand guys falling for you, and unwanted attention...
All Emmanuel could think about was Anastasia. He swore, her skin was so white and soft-looking, she could have been feathers rather than skin. Her curly hair, so red, just like flames, dancing in the wind. Her lips, they looked soft like a perfect pink shade of velvet. The most hypnotizing thing was her eyes. Those big, owl-like eyes. The first time he saw her, he wanted her. No, not for blood. he wanted her for...That was the part he wasn't sure about yet. The first time he saw her, Emmanuel almost went in the house. He wanted to kiss her that much. One thing for sure, if he couldn't have her, he'll protect her from any threat, even though the only notable threat is himself. Will they last long, or will anger, jealousy, and mistakes cause Anastasia to unveil her truth alone?
*Includes Foul Language*
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than anywhere else."
I continued, dodging as much civilization as one can in the city.
Looming in front of my yellow eyes, was an abandoned hotel.
"Four Seasons, huh? I'll stay for a maximum of one, thank you very much." I said.
I slowed my pace and began walking into a place that would change my life forever.
I hopped into the window. I found myself in a room that seemed to be completely bird themed. I sat there, dropping my bag on the floor. No dust rose up. No creaking noise. Just...Silence. It was then I realized two things: This place wasn't abandoned, and that this was a girl's room. I noticed the many brassieres in the room. That turned me on. Yes, I'm only a teenage boy, I can't help it. I stalked over to the nearest brassiere and grabbed it, fingering the lace exterior.
"I told you, Emmanuel, I'm getting the last of my things and leaving. We're not dating anymore, remember? Here, help me." A female voice said, it sounding thick and rich, like ambrosia, but also gentle and sweet, like candy.
The doorknob turned, and I stood by the bed, paralyzed.
The door swung open, and there stood a girl, her hair cherry red, her eyes yellow like mine. She was smaller than me, but still tall for a girl. She was pale.
Her eyes locked on me.
They pulsed a red.
"Who are you?" She snapped, her voice worse than venom.
"Er...I-I..." I stuttered, embarrassed.
I turned and bolted past her.
"Emmanuel! Get him!" She yelled.
I looked back at her.
She looked angry, and confused, and...
Wait.
Why does she look familiar?
I thought back to the girl with the apple or pomegranite.
That was her, yelling at a boy to stop me.
I. Was. So. Going. To. Die.
An arm swept out and clothes-lined me.
I dropped to the ground, gasping.
"Thanks." The girl said to the guy, Emmanuel.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.
"First, I'll take my bra back, then I'll figure it out from there." The girl said, snatching the brassiere back. "Get up."
She pulled me up, her hands warm.
"Come with me, you have some explaining to do..." She paused, a question mark look on her face.
Your Name.
She wants to know your name.
"Anakin. Anakin James Swan." I said.
"Yes, of course. Anakin come with me." She said, sounding regal and distant.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I asked, following her.
I looked down at her butt as she walked.
"Anastasia. Anastasia Gray." She said, not looking at me.
Yep, I think I knew her...
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I continued, dodging as much civilization as one can in the city.
Looming in front of my yellow eyes, was an abandoned hotel.
"Four Seasons, huh? I'll stay for a maximum of one, thank you very much." I said.
I slowed my pace and began walking into a place that would change my life forever.
I hopped into the window. I found myself in a room that seemed to be completely bird themed. I sat there, dropping my bag on the floor. No dust rose up. No creaking noise. Just...Silence. It was then I realized two things: This place wasn't abandoned, and that this was a girl's room. I noticed the many brassieres in the room. That turned me on. Yes, I'm only a teenage boy, I can't help it. I stalked over to the nearest brassiere and grabbed it, fingering the lace exterior.
"I told you, Emmanuel, I'm getting the last of my things and leaving. We're not dating anymore, remember? Here, help me." A female voice said, it sounding thick and rich, like ambrosia, but also gentle and sweet, like candy.
The doorknob turned, and I stood by the bed, paralyzed.
The door swung open, and there stood a girl, her hair cherry red, her eyes yellow like mine. She was smaller than me, but still tall for a girl. She was pale.
Her eyes locked on me.
They pulsed a red.
"Who are you?" She snapped, her voice worse than venom.
"Er...I-I..." I stuttered, embarrassed.
I turned and bolted past her.
"Emmanuel! Get him!" She yelled.
I looked back at her.
She looked angry, and confused, and...
Wait.
Why does she look familiar?
I thought back to the girl with the apple or pomegranite.
That was her, yelling at a boy to stop me.
I. Was. So. Going. To. Die.
An arm swept out and clothes-lined me.
I dropped to the ground, gasping.
"Thanks." The girl said to the guy, Emmanuel.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.
"First, I'll take my bra back, then I'll figure it out from there." The girl said, snatching the brassiere back. "Get up."
She pulled me up, her hands warm.
"Come with me, you have some explaining to do..." She paused, a question mark look on her face.
Your Name.
She wants to know your name.
"Anakin. Anakin James Swan." I said.
"Yes, of course. Anakin come with me." She said, sounding regal and distant.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" I asked, following her.
I looked down at her butt as she walked.
"Anastasia. Anastasia Gray." She said, not looking at me.
Yep, I think I knew her...
Baneful: Book two in the Toxic Series
Coming out soon!
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Publication Date: 02-26-2012
All Rights Reserved
Dedication:
I dedicate this book to my good friends Zavi, and Catlin, who inspired some of my humorous scenes. And Catlin, thank you for the art of Nothing. I finally learned Nothing!!!
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