Chapter three ~ theif in the night
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Roselyn's POV
I was awoke from my sleep by the cracking of the floor board.
"Hmm" I mutter sleepily but I don't get anything in reply. "mum? dad?" I whisper but again no answer.
I throw my covers off of me and swing my legs off the bed. Sleepily I stumble over to my balcony doors which I'm sure weren't open when I feel asleep and stand just before the doors. from where I'm standing you can only see the dark, navy blue sky with it's sparkling diamonds scattered across it.
"Beautiful" I say under my voice.
"Yes you are" I hear a very cocky voice from nowhere.
I didn't scream, all the air in my lungs vanished at the sudden surprise of the voice.
I look around for the voice but I can't see its owner.
I back out of the room slowly onto the balcony.
Bad idea.
I back into a tall, brick like wall of muscle. Before I can run inside and lock the doors behind me two large arms wrap around my waist.
This time I scream but one arm moves from my waist to let its hand cover my mouth. I try biting it, no use.
"Claim down, gorgeous" the voice whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. The arm around me grows tighter at this response.
"Don't struggle" he says quietly but firmly. I had no idea what he was on about but next minute I'm suddenly really sleepy. My eyes close and I feel my body drop as I lost my grip of the world.
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مغامرةRoselyn is a clique princess at the fine age of seventeen. Long, wavy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, every girl envies her. Every boy waits for the night of her eighteenth birthday. Sadly that day...