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In a world where Supernaturals exist, it is only right for them to stay under the radar but not anymore. Arabella is a girl with a heart of gold however, she is as fearless as she can get.
Chosen to be apart of the...
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A R A B E L L A
The minute Nereida said her powerful Nymph power can't work on my opened, bloodied wound, everyone fell silent as they scrutinised me with their sharp eyes. Nereida made a soft grunt as her dainty hands fell to her sides— as if she couldn't do anything anymore.
" This has never happened before, i've healed wolves, witches, vampires and mer's," Nereida spoke with a tinge of curiosity as well as disappointment lacing her soft, feathery voice. That is certainly true, a Forest Nymph's powers is extraordinary as they could heal anyone they want to, no matter the species.
Well, that's what I've read so far.
" Its fine, i'll just bandage it," I shrugged, shooting her a small reassuring, gentle smile and moved past them in search for a bathroom to wash my stinging palms.
" Where are you going?" Chrysaor asked, his deep voice made a whole garden of butterflies that I never knew existed in my stomach to burst and tickle my entire digestive system.
" The bathroom?" It came out as a question more than an answer as I turn to face his gorgeous yet annoying face.
" You're going the wrong way, little flame," He smirked and my breath hitched up in my throat as the nickname he gave me rolled out from his tongue. My gaze snapped to Hades, a small smirk adorning his flawless face and I so badly wanted to throw a chair to rearrange his features.
" Come on," Chrysaor's large and warm fingers gripped onto my thin wrist and my eyes widened as he literally drag me out from the room. Throughout our journey to the bathroom, which took us around five minutes until we stopped in front of a large, deep red coloured door, he had his long and thick fingers around my wrist. Sparks and sharp electricity traveled up my whole arm from the point where his fingers came in touch with my burning skin.
It was enough for me to say that I officially think he is packed with a whole lot of fire.
As I entered the huge room that wreaked of him, my whole body suddenly felt hot and bothered. Luckily, Chrysaor did not notice me discreetly sniffing his room— or so I thought. He just smells really nice, I wouldn't mind drowning in him honestly.
Shut up brain!
Chrysaor guided us towards a large, California king bed with a deep dark red coloured silk sheet that's draped across the soft mattress like a pool of blood- or perhaps a waterfall.
" Stay here," he grunted before stalking off towards another similar coloured door to my left and disappeared.
Letting my eyes wander, I finally came to realise that this is in-fact, Chrysaor's room. With large, long tinted glass window that's framed with shiny gold intricate frame as well as thick and long curtains similar to the colour of the night sky. The flooring is made of what looks like black marble that reflected off the shiny chandelier hanging above my head.
