His Little Devil-Angel; The Life Of Ananielle L.J. Pandora (ON HOLD)

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

I huffed and blew it out to blow a curl of my red hair from my face. It vanished and I relaxed only to slump when it fell over my face again. ''Ugh...''I groaned. A small but sharp needle grazed over my skin near my leg and I stiffened. Hanna raised a brow and snorted, ''Oh shut up, Annie. It's just a hairstyle. After tonight, you'll never have to get it that style again. Now be still so I can finish with the embroider.''

I puffed my cheeks and tried to ignore the red ringlet that was framing my face. A month after the trip to the garden and Hanna was fully healed and Marcus was filling the atmosphere with gay joy as he chatted (more like talked us to death) about his new boyfriend.

''Please....''I started to beg, ''Shut up!'' Hanna finished with an angry shout. Marcus snorted and smirked, ''You just mad you ain't getting none!'' She began to blush and stammer heavily. She didn't have a comeback for that. I, however, did. ''Oh is that so? So you've already slept with a boy you've only known for four days?''

Marcus blushed, ''No...he wanted to yesterday but I told him we had to wait a little longer when we've gotten to know each other better.''

"Whore." Hanna leered.

He blushed some more and his face was really bringing out his hair.

LOL

''Wait...that's why I heard moans from across the hall?'' Hanna stopped on my hair to gape at Marcus. You were fucking?'' She gasped and Marcus looked up, embarrassment clear on his face. ''No, that was from the blowjob.''

''THE WHAT?!'' Hanna screamed and Marcus blushed harder. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing. I was losing my mind, trying to keep silent. ''The blowjob.'' Marcus repeated.'' You know where the uke or seme sucks the other off.'' he explained as if we were talking about pickles.

....

I can never eat pickles again.

''I know what it is, but who was...?'' She trailed off and Marcus said proudly, ''Oh! I get what you're going at! I was.'' Hanna blinked. ''You?''

''Yes. It was actually pretty good.'' Marcus beamed and cut off a stray thread. Hanna was still and silent then she let out a loud, ''EW!!!!!'' and shook her brother frantically.

She screamed, ''Are you okay? You don't have a disease do you? If he gave you a disease...'' she trailed off, growling and Marcus pushed her away with a raised eyebrow. ''I'm fine, second-mother.''

Hanna huffed and put the final touches on my hair. It was done up in elegant ringlets that framed my face with gold-tipped raven feathersin the band that kept most of my hair back. I had on beautiful, smooth make-up that made my skin seem to glow. My gold hoops and black studs clashed against my pale skin. My dress was amazing and I was happy to say I was keeping it even after my introduction to the kingdom.

It was a whitetaffeta strapless rouched bodice with a slim blackline. The bow was blood red and Marcus had added a golden sash to it. Dad's family crest was over my right breast and a thin black silky ribbon extended from it. My shoes were four-inch black and gold-heeled high peep-toes and I felt...beautiful.

''Amazing work, Hanna and Marcus. '' Hanna and Marcus looked from me to the doorway and bowed deeply. I looked over and saw Elisha. I smiled and waved, ''Hi Elli!''

Elisha froze and for a second, as memories flashed through her mind, the she smiled warmly and I saw bloody tears trail down her white face. I suddenly was worried, ''Elisha? Are you okay?''

Elisha nodded her head and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief that appeared form her blouse of blue ruffles. "Yes, yes...it's just that was your father's pet name for me before the Split Feather Massacre.