Bella Mayfield was the most obnoxious girl on the planet. I should know. We went to prom together.
Even before Bella, I knew I wasn’t like other guys. I only pretended to like what my friends liked, who my friends liked, because I thought it was better than being different. Fitting in was all that mattered to me back then. I even bullied Gatlin, the guy I had a crush on then, just to look cool, but those days were over. I had Emerson now.
Emerson was the most beautiful man I had ever met. His hair was a warm ebony, and his skin was white, slightly translucent, with a slight blush. His smile put the stars to shame, and his strong, yet modest demeanor gives him mystery. He was more beautiful than any self-righteous girl could ever dream of, and he was mine.
He wasn't just a beauty, though. His kindness was what made him the most beautiful. His loyalty to his family was completely unwavering, well, nearly unwavering. I'm the only exception to this, because Gatlin's his brother. I saw him cry over his betrayal many times, and it tore me apart every time. When Emerson cries, my chest hurts, and I can't help but shed a few tears myself.
Last year, my English teacher asked me to think of what I wanted my life to be like in ten years. I didn't answer her, but it got me thinking. I knew I wanted a nice, suburban house with a white picket fence, a handsome husband, and a son named Oliver.
When I met Emerson, my view of my world in ten years changed and became more detailed. The plain suburban home turned into this very cottage where I had been staying for several months now. The handsome husband became Emerson, of course, and Oliver had Emerson's black hair and eyes, along with a little girl with the same features.
"What are you thinking about?" Emerson asked as he held me on the old, worn couch.
"You." I answered truthfully, "Us."
“Are you happy here?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Before Emerson could start his next sentence, Xanthe ran in, screaming until her lungs bled. She was literally bouncing off the walls. Emerson ran into her course and locked her into a firm, constricting embrace.
“It’s all coming true!” Xanthe exclaimed, laughing hysterically.
“What is it, Xanthe?” Emerson asked.
“Everything we’ve worked for, everything Elizabeth lived for, died for, is finally unfolding!”
“The Warrior has risen?”
“Nearly!” Xanthe exclaimed, “The Sworn shall arise as one.”
I tilted my head, pursing my lips. I couldn’t quite grasp what she was saying. Thank the Lord Emerson is there to help me.
“Gatlin and Samuel are engaged!” Emerson translated.
“Hey! I wanted to see how long it would take him to figure it out!” Xanthe protested, “I wanted it to sound...poetic.”
“More like Shakespearean!”
Suddenly, Emerson was jumping up and down with glee. I looked at him adoringly, admiring his ways. I didn’t want to interrupt when Emerson was so happy, but I just had to.
“Don’t you think they’re...?”
“Don’t. Even. Finish. That. Sentence!” Xanthe snapped, “It is written, so it must be!”
“Okay, then!” I surrendered, raising my arms defensively, “I was just pointing out the elephant in the room. You don’t have to bite my head off.”
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The Nightingale Code (Monsters Series #2) (COMPLETE)
Romance"The Nightingale Code, the rules for every Guardian to follow, and the list of important people in a Guardian’s life. There are many minor rules, such as never cross a threshold with a crucifix above it; it’s an omen of discovery. The one major rule...
