My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #44: Power ❤️❤️❤️

CHAPTER 1

"This will be good. We'll have a new start, new things, new clothes-I barely buy you new clothes, sweetheart. Check out more of the house, alright, baby?" My mother was an annoyance the second she stepped out of the car. Our house was surrounded by a fortress of clear cut and traditional houses that looked well-furnished, even if centuries old. Her new job enabled a new home, that looked more like a pathetically large mansion for a great deal on it. I glance over my shoulder when I feel eyes, pausing at the sight of older males, looking close to my Mother's age, stare over here, all surrounding a middle man of six foot three, his caramel eyes in shock at the sight of me.

"Perverts." I mutter under my breath, closing the boot of the car.

"Honey, don't close it!" Mom yells out.

"Too late! Where are the keys, Mom?" I call out to her, turning away, Mom trudges down in her heels and sighs, her blonde curls reigning down her pale shoulders while she grabs a small black box from the boot and closes it again, glancing over her shoulder at the sight of a crowd of males forming on the house over from us, the caramel-eyed male walks across the street.

"Hello." A deep voice echoes from him.

"Hello there, new neighbour." Mom says with a smile, I raise an eyebrow, glancing over and pausing when I see a silver eyed male standing next to a violet-eyed one, both eyeing me closely. I curl my lips in disgust.

"Mom, this neighbourhood is filled with paedophilic people." I whisper-yell.

She clamps a hand around my shoulder, "Honey, those two are around your age...and gosh, one of them has a jawline to die for." She whispers, giggling. Until we hear a snarl, it cuts off in the millisecond it's heard. I snap my eyes over while Mom furrows her brows.

"Is there a dog in the neighbourhood?" She asks, looking up at the muscular stranger who's looking weirdly at Mom and me. I sigh and turn away, strutting upstairs without looking back. Overhearing Mom introduce me as Evangeline, never Evie, or Ange, or Lani, or even Eva-I had a fair few nicknames.

I stare at the chandelier in the house, "This crap is honestly unnecessary." Living in London all my life was something I never wanted to change, until we lost a great deal, just over two years ago. Mom lost her husband, and I lost my Dad. British intelligence-and he was a specialty within their system. Until one mission and we lost him. Just like that. With no explanation but that his comrades witnesses it.

"Need any help?"

I jump at the feminine voice behind me on the doorstep. I snap my eyes over to four individuals, one female and three incredibly muscular males one of which was boring his silver eyes into mine, and the other-violet eyes was scrutinising me.

I stare back at silver eyes. I turn and blink, "Huh, I've never met someone else with the same eye colour as me." I comment, raising an eyebrow at the brown-haired male.

"Likewise," His deep voice murmurs. He actually looked like an exact replica of the male on the other side of the road, the one helping my Mom with our remaining boxes, he looks like his chest might explode, like he can't even breathe as they step in.

Mom smiles and points to the couch seat on the side, "Oh, Evangeline, you've already made friends." She giggles, seeing the others, silver eyes trails to look at her, and he stills like a statue in a museum. He snaps his eyes over to the muscled gentlemen who's surprisingly staring at me.

He lowers a box with my things in it. His words get stuck in his throat when Mom looks around the room, another older gentlemen steps in, eyes on me, he side glances my mother, he studies us both, "Hey, kid." He says to me.