Kingdom of Hearts by Anonymous (motivational books for students .txt) 📕

were nothing. Something that wasn't meant to last. He prepared himself for it, planned it, Jake. He expected the day I would get married to a prince. I knew that we had to break it off. He wasn't prepared for that, so he joined the army, tried to push his class farther up the ladder. After we ended, he begged me not to, said he would do anything. Promised that if he was general, we could tell my father. We both knew he wasn't going to be general. He never gave up. Ever. That's when you and I started. He saw the happiness return to you after...and I was happy, he never thought it would happen. He just gave up, Jake. Just when I realized, I don't want him to.”
“Are you saying...you mean...you want him? Not me? After everything?” Jake had to step away.
“No. Jake. I don't, I just love him, too. I am asking you to be okay with that.”
“Another man to protect you, to love you, to be there to comfort you when I am not around. It sounds perfect. Just as long as I am the only one who holds you in his arms, the only one who sleeps in your bed, the only one you kiss and the only one you dream about at night. Can I get that promise?”
“Yes. I promise.” She lied. He crossed the room. Held her lips to his for a moment, let the feeling settle and pushed away.
“What time is the date? And where are we going?”
“I think it was seven and it's a surprise.”
“Hmm. Six fifty. We better get ready. I have a tuxedo down in room five, waiting most likely.”
“Jake. Don't expect me to be perfect.”
“Why would I want that?” He left.

“Emily? Have you been to your room lately?”
“No. I just got back from the hospital. Why?”
“I had a tuxedo dropped off, I'm supposed to have it here at the castle. Mind if we...?” He ushered her towards her room.
“Of course not.” They walked over and there it was, the tux from the store. He rushed back to his room with no more than a 'thank you' said over his shoulder. He placed it on his bed while he took a hot shower, by seven he was downstairs fully dressed. Not minutes after he stepped onto the first floor, Kaylee was stepping onto the stairs. Her dress was fantastic black, with makeup that accented her eyes and lips, and black heels that seemed to shimmer. If he hadn't been looking for it, he wouldn't have seen the locket, but it was there, hidden just behind her hair, long and straight. It seemed to belong there. They seemed like they had spent hours coordinating their outfits. It must have been fate. When she stepped down she noticed the same thing about him, he was wearing a black tuxedo with no tie and a simple button down shirt. He was handsome. And she felt a giddy sense of pleasure at that fact, he was all her's, he would always be.
“Well don't you look...” He shook his head. “...amazing, like always.”
“I could say the same thing. You are so handsome.”
“That's a good thing.” He turned to the guard on duty. “Where is the prince? I expect him to be here on time. I need you to call him and confirm it was at seven.”
“You should settle down. You haven't come as my guard.”
“Tell your father and prince Michael that, I might get thrown in jail.” He smiled. “I know. I just hate that this is supposed to be the man you marry and he's late to your first date. It's stupid on his part. He is supposed to win you over. Where's the appeal?”
“This is supposed to be an arranged marriage, not one for love, otherwise...I would be married to you.” He froze. What if she wanted to marry him? Could he do that? Trust her so completely to marry her? “Jake. Are you okay?”
“Of course.” He settled a little more. “Just a little nervous.”
“What is there, for you, to be nervous about? Come on. We can do this.”
“I know, I can.”
“Princess, the prince is here.”
“Ready?” She asked.
“Beyond ready.” He touched her lips. “I can deal with anything, as long as you are by my side.”
“Right now, I am. By the way, I think you might make him a little jealous with how wonderful you look, tonight.”
“I think you may have mentioned that already.”
“That just makes you double the amazing.” They walked onto the flat pavement. The sun setting, but the moon wouldn't be out for another hour.
“Princess. You need no protection. This is merely a date.” She first noticed his hair, it was blonde and somewhat short. She noticed his eyes, green with an inlaying blue-green. Then she noticed his teeth, the fangs she was looking for, weren't there. He noticed she was looking for them. He leaned in close. “I don't have fangs.” He whispered in her ear.
“I-I-I wasn't...looking.”
“It's fine. But as I have said before, you will need no protection.” He looked concerned.
“He wanted to join us, because he is a soldier and I don't think it's you I need protecting from, but I need it everywhere I go.”
“Everywhere? How do you live a normal life if you have guards everywhere you go?” I looked at him skeptically.
“I am a princess, and being a princess comes with the consequence of not being able to have a normal life.” She could tell he wanted to say, 'not your sister', but he didn't. He just opened the car door and motioned for the princess and Jakob to get in the limousine.
“Give up so easily, prince?”
“Only when I know it's pointless to fight over it.” Jakob stepped in. It was roomy. He moved to one side of Kaylee, while Michael sat on the other side. Jake bent over to whisper in her ear. “If he sits any closer, I am going to rip his legs off.” She laughed.
“Don't kill him, my father will be even less pleased with you.”
“I don't think that's possible.” He looked into her eyes.
“So princess, do you like Italian food?”
“You don't have to keep calling me princess. You can call me Kaylee, and I do love Italian food.”
“Well, Kaylee, we are going to a wonderful Italian restaurant, I hope you love it, I know your...I mean I hope your going to love it.”
“I think you just said that.”
“He did.” Jakob said coldly.
“Sorry, I am a bit nervous.” Jakob laughed stiffly. “Do you have something to say to me, soldier.”
“I can tell you belong to titles, prince. I just have a feeling that every time you do something like that, you want to say that Lanie loved it, or Kaylee's sister had a normal life. You keep wanting to bring up princess Lanie. Have her dates grown on you, prince?”
“I can't say that I won't miss them, but I am a man of my word. Know things about that, do you, soldier?”
“Why don't we get over this little prince-soldier thing, my name is Jakob, and I know you are Michael.”
“I would prefer prince, but I can call you Jakob if you prefer.”
“I guess soldier isn't bad, just wanted to get over formality.”
“Sorry, but I prefer to stay in formality with the help.”
“I believe you two have forgotten about me.” Kaylee tried to break the fight.
“I don't think I could ever forget about you.” Michael stirred. “I have been sworn to protect you, Kaye, I can't forget about you. Just getting to know your husband-to-be. Seems like formalities remind him, marriage is for love, not for command, not for duty, and certainly not for country. As if he knows a thing about that, though. You can tell, through his eyes, he has fallen for a beautiful princess, but not the one in front of him right now. The one back at the castle, who is most likely crying at the thought of the prince she loves, not allowed to love her back. She was never allowed to love him, but she defied the rules for him, unlike he who hadn't.”
“You know that's not true! She...” He paused, then took on a tone of sadness. “She couldn't love me. I am...not for her. Why do you have a nickname for the princess?” He tried to change the subject.
“Me and her have known eachother all of our lives. Ever since I was two.”
“Interesting. How did the princess, beautiful and capable of great things, come into contact with a peasant? I mean how do royals, have peasant friends?”
“I am not a mere peasant. My biological father was a general, my adoptive father is brother of the king. My mother was a slut, and slept with the both of them. Now, enough about me, where did the prince, find it in his stone-cold body, to obey his father's order?”
“No offense, but us vampires can love. Do you know how to?”
“We wolves like to keep to a single mate.” He looked over at Kaylee. The prince just laughed.
“Wolves. I know that wolves traditionally like to stick to one mate, but the condition of human-wolf form change creates the lesser amount of mates, but humans don't tie down easy. So, no offense to your saying, but you werewolves stick to a low number of, but not just one, mates.”
“You seem to do a lot of research. Although, not all of your facts are right. Just as I can say you may be able to walk in sunlight, despite rumors. Honestly, I can say things that are rumors, but none of them may be true.”
“Why don't we clear this up then? I can walk in sunlight, I sleep in the normal bed, at the normal time of night, we live and die the same as humans, just longer time, we are born, not made. The only things separating us from regular humans is our capabilities of very long lives and our diet of strict animal blood.”
“So why do rumors say you burn in sunlight?”
“We don't like to socialize. So when we stick to ourselves, we tend to go out when not many people are around, at night. Also stringing along the rumor of drinking human blood. It all started when the first vampire didn't go out, because of our light skin, he got a sunburn. He told his neighbor, he didn't go out in the sunlight, because he burned easily. His neighbor passed it around that when he went out he burned. Therefore, the rumor. Most of our rumors are tied together in reason. When people don't see you die, they expect you are already dead and dead people can't die, they live forever. Dead people sleep in coffins. There's that reason.”
“I see.”
“The connection in drinking human blood is also stretched to animals having blood. There are some things that animals and humans have in common, one of them happens to be blood. When people understand you drink animal blood, it's not a far stretch to drinking human blood. Blood is blood, but we have an allergy to human blood. Our bodies die faster when we drink it.”
“Well, we don't die for a long time. We have a timeline of living a thousand years. After eighteen we stop aging, every hundred years we age one. We change in the full moon. If we stay inside away from it, we don't change. There isn't much rumors of werewolves. Oh, silver, affects us. Thanks a lot to your family.” Kaylee paled.
“Are you all right?”
“Fine.” Kaylee said. “Just remembering a terrible memory.”
“Maybe you