Winslow
Shit shit shit where's my mini silver trophy?
I've been practicing on my waves recently and I had a little incident. I was in the practise room as usual when I hit my ankle on the fish tank and the wave went a bit too far. It broke the damn glass and spread into my room. Thank God it didn't make it far since I stopped it on time after cursing everyone I know because my ankle now hurts. Although it did make a mess on the table I have my trophies and medals on.
"Fucking hell" I stumble on the table's leg trying to find the one that's missing. The water mess is too much I almost slip but I catch a glimpse of the shining silver of the trophy in the process, so I grab it before I fall ass flat on the ground.
I stand up, hating my life and once I make sure I have all my precious medals and trophies, I head to my father's office to tell him about the mess, hoping it can be cleaned soon.
I make my way to his office door but I notice it's a bit cracked open and I can hear voices coming from behind it. Voices I've never heard before. I walk a little closer, trying to understand what they're saying but because of my very good luck today I leaned a bit too much on the door and it opened, leaving me tripping and falling in the room.
They all stop talking and three men turn their attention to me. One is my dad, the other two I have absolutely no idea.
I clear my throat and collect myself, "Excuse me," I close the door behind me and awkwardly walk towards my dad, "Uh, there's been an incident in the practise room."
"Winslow, didn't I tell you to knock?"
"Sorry dad, won't happen again." I awkwardly stand in the middle of his big ass office room with two men eyeing me up and down making me uncomfortable as fuck.
He sighs and stands up, "What happened?"
"I was practicing and hit the fish tank so I lost control and the wave broke the glass wall spreading into my room." I say all in one breath hoping he doesn't get mad.
"Are you hurt?" He worriedly asks.
What?
"My ankle hurts a bit but I'll survive. I was able to stop it after it got in my room but there's still a mess. I can clean it up if you-"
"Screw the mess Low, I'll have Nora clean it up, could you sit down a bit please?"
What the hell is going on. I sit down on one of his chairs opposite the men staring at me. One of them smiles at me and I narrow my eyes at him.
"Is this the daughter?" He asks my father and he smiles, sitting down.
"Yeah, beautiful huh?" He grimaces and I hold back a smile.
I love my dad.
"Mesmerising truly, but Ezekiel, how will she survive on the mission if she can't control her powers?"
What mission?
I'm being left behind here and I don't like it.
"An accident doesn't mean she can't control powers she had for twenty years."
I smile proudly at my dad and eye the man that just insulted me. "What mission?" I turn at dad.
"I'll explain everything sweetheart, don't worry." He sorts through some paper, "Do you know about Maverick Levan's business?"
"Who the heck is that?" I raise a brow.
"Is she always this cursive?" The man asks and I glare at him,
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The Enchanted Ones
Romance"I wish you had never trusted me." I mumble under my breath. I feel the bed squeak next to me but I don't look at him when I feel him sitting down, "You should have walked away when you had the chance. From the day we met, I knew I'd hurt you eventu...
