Oh, this is going to be good :).
And it's so frustrating! Half of you want Derek, and the other half wants Drake! But, I've already got the outcome, I just can't tell you how it ends. You're going to have to read to find out.
Oh, and yayz, HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!
Sparks Fly – Taylor Swift
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The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless that should
Send me running but
I kinda know that I won't get far
And you stood there in front of me
Just close enough to touch
Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinking of
Get me with those green eyes baby
As the lights go down
My mind forgets to remind me
Your a bad idea
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you
I know it's no good
Chapter Twenty – Two – Celeste
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Simple and beautiful was the only way to put it.
The dress was a soft dusty pink. Silky ruffles cascaded on the front from top to bottom. It was a dress from a dream, but here it was, and I was wearing it. How could something so beautiful exist?
Grabbing a brush from my desk, I tugged it through all the layers of my hair, then set the brush down. Gathering my hair together, I placed it over my left shoulder.
Hair the color of milk chocolate and two blue eyes stared back at me, the color of blue that you saw after starting into a light and then glancing away. Unimaginable.
Maybe the mirror was lying to me. I couldn't possibly look like that. It was definitely lying.
But there wasn't really any more time to tell myself about what was true and what was a lie, because Drake was already knocking at my door.
It was time for the Winter party.
I turned towards the door, and throwing a last glance at the mirror, I unlocked it, and let it swing open.
Drake was standing before me, dressed in a snug white cashmere shirt, making his eyes stand out like the Sun on a rainy day. He was holding a bouquet of red roses. He was looking at me with wide eyes.
“You look beautiful,” he said, and then cracked a smile. He handed me the flowers, and I took them gratefully. “For a knight, you clean up really nice.”
“You too,” I responded dumbly. I didn't know what to say. Something about his presence was making my throat go numb, like I was unworthy. He caught my emotions and held out an arm.
“Shall we?” he asked. I laughed, a genuine laugh, and took his arm.
“We shall.”
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Cloaked Beauty
RomanceLorendian, a small country north of Russia, is under attack by Radeskian, a neighboring country with which Lorendian coexists peacefully only by immense effort. Radeskian is mad with thirst for power, perhaps even going so far as to plant a spy with...
