Her Darkest Desires

Chapter 1

The unmistakable scent of rain and pine fills my nose, a comforting yet unfamiliar aroma, as I step onto the driveway of my new home. I grab my luggage from the cab's trunk and tip the driver despite his refusal, saying everything was handled. I start to make my way up to the front door longing for a hot shower and to meet my so-called father, who couldn't even pick me up from the airport. It has only been a week since my mother passed and only a few hours since her funeral. As soon as the service ended, two men made their way to me, telling me that it was time for me to head to my father per some agreement made at my birth. I was on a plane in less then 30 minutes with nothing and not knowing what was happening.

 I knock on the door, hoping that my father is not the one that opens it. When the door opened, I was met by an old man with a bright smile that slightly improved this already horrible day. "Miss Locklynn, I'm pleased you made it here safely. Your father is in a meeting, and your stepmother and brothers are out but will be back by dinner. Please come in and let me show you around." I took a second, realizing that everything I thought I knew about my father was about to change, along with my entire life. Fuck. I step inside, dragging my luggage behind me, "Please call me Nova; I'm only 17. Being called miss is weird," I say quietly, and the old man nods understandingly, letting me know he will do as I asked.

 He shut the door, and a young girl came and took my bags despite my tight grip. "she is just going to take your things to your room while I show you around, Nova." the old man spoke with slight amusement at my disapproval of someone taking my things. "Please be careful; some of my mother's things in there mean the world to me," I spoke more angrily than anticipated. She nodded and made her way to the stairs. 

The old man touched my shoulder, guiding me through the enormous home as I made mental notes. When we made it to the library, I was in complete amazement; books filled two stories with chairs, tables, art, and what looked to be a desk with gifts littered all over. I walked around, admiring the beautiful room, when the old man spoke again, "Nova, this desk is yours; your father got you a few things that you might need. I will have Lydia take them to your room so that you may open them on your own time." I was shocked. "thank you, and what is your name if you don't mind me asking?" he smiled. "Gideon." For some reason, the name was fitting for him. 

He made his way out and showed me the rest of the downstairs area and the large backyard. As we got to the top of the stairs, I noticed that it was different from the rest of the house; the feeling was almost dark compared to the white walls and decore that was held within the home, "The three doors on this wall are your stepbrothers and yours is this one" he said pointing to a pair of double doors that stood on the wall alone. I smiled and made my way to open the door, where I was met with the most unforgettable scent of caramel and pistachio and a white room with black decor and bedding. Despite the contrast, it was beautiful and fit me well. I thanked Gideon for the tour before he returned downstairs, leaving me to unpack.