Jazzy: Yup, two uploads in one night! .... I'll be honest... these two chapters have been finished for a while *guilty face*.
Dont hit me! -uses joy as a shield-
Anyways, heres chapter 8, it switches around a lot, and I hate some parts... which are utterly and completely neccessary, but there is one part that I LOVE <3 after this, the real drama starts -teary eyed-
Recap!
Me, with a werewolf? I must be crazy to think we could go anywhere, what I’m feeling must be lust, it has to be. I’ll meet my adour one day, the one made for me, and then these feelings will go away. It couldn’t be him anyways, it’s impossible… right?
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Joyia POV.
“Then cook, lazy!” Yorin called back to Ally, who was in the kitchen looking for something to eat.
“No!” Geovanni and I both yelled.
Who in their right mind would let Ally cook?! I mean, we’re talking about Ally, she can barely walk without running into a wall when she’s not in mission mode. “You’re insane… but I guess it must run in the family.” I whispered fiercely and whacked Yorin over the back of the head but flinched back immediately –as a reflex.
Ever since we were kids whenever Yorin and I met, we somehow ended up in an all-out brawl. Even if he was five years older than me, he never backed down for a fight. It was probably Uncle Thomas who taught him that- Yorin has a lot of Illien ways, even if he doesn’t live with us. I half expected him to tackle me right out of the chair after I hit him. But he didn’t, and it was probably because Geovanni was there.
I relaxed from my defensive position only when I heard him mumbling about how she couldn’t be “that bad”. Hah, she’s worse.
Thirty minutes passed slowly, very slowly, but I spent the time mentally drawing out an escape plan. If there’s a fire, I could probably make it out of the window… If there was an explosion… well, if I live, I could make it out of the window, too. My thought process was only interrupted by Yorin, who had sat quietly by my side.
“What are you guys so panicked about? Come on, its Ally here, Annalee, the girl who can do it all, she takes down four bad guys at once, can turn invisible, gets followed home by animals… ring any bells?”
I laughed at my cousin’s naiveté, just because someone is good at fighting and magic, doesn’t mean she can cook. “Hah! All that is out of the window when Ally is in the kitchen-“
Ally’s shrieks cut me off as she darted through the den and back into her room. I began to wonder if something caught fire, could she have run away to safety and left us here to burn? I wouldn’t put it passed her… That cow!
Just as I was about to get up, hunt my friend down, and strangle her senseless, she came walking out of the room covered in anti-grease gear; a pink hoodie, black gloves, a light blue hospital mask, and grey sweatpants. Oh dear, she and I came up with anti-grease gear about two years ago when we were trying to make sausages. It worked fine, but it got a little too hot.
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War Cry
ActionAnnalee Sullivan lost her parents in a fire when she was a child. She remembers that night with great clarity, but nothing else. Her grandparents took her in and raised her in her mothers footsteps - to be a fine Illian woman, and a strong leader of...
