Wattpad Block Party - Winter Edition III

winx1348 Presents: Cloak and Dagger - Sneak Peek

Cloak and Dagger – Sneak Peek

By: Emma Rose (winx1348)

ÞNote

I've been writing since I was 15, which was about when I found Wattpad five years ago. In that time, I've completed six full length novels, and I'd like to think that I've grown with every story I've written, though I've also found that I feel comfortable writing young adult and new adult contemporary stories.

However, over the past few months I've been wanting to write a more complex novel, and when the idea for a spy story popped into my head, I knew that's what my next novel would be. I've spent the last couple of months jotting down notes and gathering opinions on how to best craft a story of this caliber, and after an immense amount of planning, I'm finally ready to start writing it.

So, for my Wattpad Block Party post, I give you a sneak peek at my new story... Cloak and Dagger!

ÞPrologue – Twenty-One Years Previous

She held on to the new-born in her arms, her body weak and eyes filled with sadness knowing that it would be the last time she'd see her.

Her own daughter – and she would get no longer than ten minutes with her.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go, but there was no alternative.

This had to be done.

"I'm sorry," the nurse said, coming back into the hospital room after giving the young woman the allotted time allowed, "But the foster family would like to meet her."

As the woman laid in the hospital bed, wanting nothing more than to hold on to the bundle of joy in her arms, she sighed, knowing that this was for the best. She nodded reluctantly, kissing the crown of her daughter's head for the first and last time as she whispered, "I'm so sorry, but this is to keep you safe."

It was then that the nurse took the baby, and with one final glance at her daughter, the woman was left with tears running down her face, wishing that things could've been different.

ÞChapter 1 – Present Time

"Can I get another glass of water? Oh, and make sure there's lemon in it this time."

The pretentious undertone in her voice was one I'd fast become used to over the last year, working as a waitress at Crimson Oaks. The restaurant was one that drew in the richer residents in town, with a menu priced high and portions so incredibly small that they were considered worthy of five stars.

"Sure," I said politely, ignoring the snickers of the rest of the guests at the table as I grabbed the empty glasses, "I'll get that for you right away."

Making my way through the rows of tables and towards the kitchen, the soft murmur of the dining room was immediately drowned out as I pushed into the back room. The staff was hard at work – perfectly searing the meat, putting together the meals, and cleaning up as they went along. It was a well-orchestrated system back here, and with the chaos out front, I often found myself envying the people who didn't have to deal directly with the customers.

"Please tell me again why you decided not to book off the night of your birthday?" Lucia asked, sidling up to me with an exasperated look on her face as I leaned against the counter, grabbing a cold pitcher of water. She'd worked as a waitress for three years before being promoted to a kitchen manager, and once I'd started, she'd taken me under her wing – showing me the ropes and giving me a source of sanity during my daily shifts.

"It's not that big of a deal," I shrugged. "I didn't have any other plans, plus, I could use the extra tips from tonight if I want to start enrolling in classes come the fall. Every bit helps."