My Unwanted Marriage by C.J.Munro (top rated books of all time TXT) 📕

Bryson between my legs. He was smiling up at me devishly, his eyes glowing yellow. Huh?!
"Get off of her!" The real Bryson says, pulling the imposter away form me. "Show yourself!" He yells. The..things blur,s twisting and shreiking. When it comes back into focus it's absolutly descusting! A troll maybe. It was greenand orange, fat and ugly, it was balding and its teeth were rotting. All of a sudden I felt like crying and my mind becamemy own again. What had this thing done to me? But before I could ask, it disapears. Brsyon looks down at me, horror and worry written all over his perfect face. I hastily put my clothes back on my cheeks flushing scarlet. "Are you alright?" he asks in almost a whisper.
"Yes..." I look down at my feet and back up at him. "What did he do to me to make me...want that?" I felt so dirty. I know I tried stuff with the REAL Bryson that one night while drunk but I cant deny my attraction to him. But this was so sudden, out of no where. One second I was ignoring him, and the nest I was begging him to pleasure me.
"I will talk to you about it tomorrow okay? It is a lot to take in, and it is almost midnight." Midnight? How is that possible...here was he all this time?
"Um, alright. I guess I will go take a shower, then go to bed..." I slowly walk up the stairs dazzed. When I walk into the bathroom I go right into the shower, the hot water peeling the grime off of me. Then a thought comes to mind.
I am not stupid. I know that creature must have been eaither a disformed human, and me being on crack to think he was Bryson? Or was it some formof a mythological creature? And how did Brsyson know about this? Because he obviously did, and by the look on his face it really bothered him. Was that because I was with someone or something else sexually? Was he simply jealous, or was it something else?
I finished showering andget out of the shower, drying myself off. I go to the closet and grab some pajamas. Just as I unwrap my towel, Bryson comes in. We stand there for a moment just looking into each other's eyes. But then I realize I am naked and put on my pj's.
We both clime into bed. It was big. King sized, the douvet was was soft at the touch and a beautiful midnight blue colour, a great contrast to the warm cream coloured walls. I rest my head on the pillow. Wishing that this night had never happened, I close my eyes to be met by blissful darkness.
Chapter FIVE - Prince

I woke up a few minutes before my alarm clock went off. I could hardly sleep last night knowing I would soon realize what the hell was going on. I turn over to my fiance, proping myself up on my elbow.
"Bryson." I whisper. His eye twitches, he doesn't wake. "Bryson." I say again, giving him a little shake. Still no response. I see I will have to do this the hard way. I roll Bryson over onto his back and staddel his hips. I bounce myself up and down. "Bryson! Wake up!" I felt I had done a very good job of trying to wake him up but apparently not, because the bastard was still asleep. "Fine, but this is a last resort." I reach my hand over to his face slightly pinching his nose. "Wake up." I whisper in his ear.
His eyes flash open, his mouth gasping for air. "What the hell are you doing?!" I pull my hand away.
"Sorry just trying to wake you." I grin at him happily. He looks at me like I have to heads. I assure you I do not.
"Ok why? And did you really have to try killing me to wake me up?!" His green eyes are wide he is still catching his breath.
"I wanted you to keep your promise. And yes is was the only way, I was even jumping on you, but you didnt wake up." His brow furrows.
"Sorry." he reply's.
"S'all good. Now tell me what this," I motion with my hand around us. "Is all about."
He runs a hand down his flawless face. "Well baisically, I am a prince of Virtutis. It means Good Power in Latin. Vorherrschaft is the oppisite side of this. It mean Domination in German. We are creatures, and supernatural beings. For example, my family is the most powerful of Virtutis, we are half Angel and half Fae, some have thought of us as Gods. Like in Greece, who they called Posiden was actually my great great grandfather Sabastian." He laughs a little. "Though all their powers are the same we are different then what they think we are. Yes Grandfather Sab could control the ocean, and the creatures in it, but we are not Gods we do not control life and death. Like my cousin Luke, also known as Hades does not rule over the dead, he actually helps them find peace. He is a total hippie."
"Stop!" I say. "Thats great and all but you can tell me that later. Tell me what YOU are and what that THING was last night."
Bryson scratches his forehead. "Alright. Well that THING was a Hobgobblin. Nasty little things, belong to Vorherrschaft. They can change their appearence for a few hours but if someone in a higher ranking tell them to show thenselves, their bodies obey and they change back to their horendously ugly selves. I on the other hand have a voriety of powers, my friend JonJon says I am a vampire on steroids. I have the extra strength, sent, sight, speed, but I also have other abilities. I can change people's thoughts, make them see their future because of their desicions and choices. I can even heal, though doing that wears me out a lot. Apparently there are some other things I should be able to do, but that will come with time." He looks at me from the corner of his eye. "So...Ya thats that. Im sure you can figure out some of it by yourelf."
"Wow. That a lot to take in. so why my? Why pick my to be your wife?" I fiddle with my hands picking at my cuticles.
"Well, every person in a royal family has an aranged marriage with a person believed to help them achieve power and to make a better kingsom for their people. We have Searchers that look for poeople like this, looking for adults to make suitable children. Most of the time those kids develope powers, become something more than human. Like you."
"And what am I exactly?" I ask scepticaly
"Well Victorria...You are one of the greateast creatures of all. You're a Dragon."

Chapter SIX - Some Kind of Love

"A dragon?" I laugh for a minute than stop. "Wait, are you saying I look like a dragon?!" I jump out of bed furiously.
"No! No! You are beautiful Victorria!" Bryson climbs out of bed and stands beside me. His hand bruching away my hair from my cheek. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." his hand slips behind my neck pulling me forward. Our lips touch. Mine are worried and scared, his excited and oh so soft. But I pull away.
"I'm not a dragon! This is all just rediculous!" I run my hands through my hair, turning away from him for a second. when I turn back his arms are crossed, a look of doubt on his face.
"Yes you do. You just dont want to believe it." I narrow my eyes at him , despising him for somehow reading my thoughts..
"Give me some proof then my Highness." I say, cocking my head.
"Fine!" He throughs his hands in the air. "When you are angry, do you feel a heat in you chest? A burning of fire so strong its almost pain full?" I watch him as he takes a seat on the edge of our bed placing his hands beside him. "Well? Answer honestly."
"Well...Yes. But that doesn't mean I am a dragon, or that you are some half Angel half Fairy friggin' Prince! Spred your wings my Lord! Shower me in your Power and Beauty!" I give him a slight bow. I said this all jokingly of course, trying to prove to him - myself? - thats he was just a crazy schizophrenic 21 year old. But than of course he had to go and prove me wrong by unleashing his wing from his bare back. The were huge! Taller then I am and I am 5'8! They were so beautiful I couldnt help but reach out to them. I brush my fingers across the soft arches. I am so caught up in the softness and beauty of his wings, I do not realize it when he places his hand over mine right away. But when I come to my eyes go straight to his face.
"Do you believe me now?" he asks. I give a slight nod. His hand is still holding mine, sending tingles up and down my arm.
"I believe you, but you must understand Bryson, I can't marry someone who doesnt love me. How could I do that to myself? To you?" I look at my feet, pretending to hand an amazing intrest in my newly painted toe nails. I dont care about them ofcourse, I just dont want him to see the tears in my eyes. My life has changed so much, so fast! I still havnt taken it all in.
* But is it really so terrible? A voice in my head says. I think about it, but all I can think of is my friends and my life now gone. *
* Look at him!