What's Next?

Pain Turned Bliss

Genre: Romance, Drama

Myrabella, is an 18 year old mystery to the group of bikers in the town of Rochester, Iowa. Myrabella has lived there all of her life. What makes her such a mystery is the fact that they always find her walking home late at night. No one really knows who she is, or what she does. But what they do know is that tragedy will strike very close to her one night, only they can save her.

Ethan is a former nomad, what drew him in to this MC. Was the beautiful mystery known as Myrabella. Ethan watches from afar, almost every night. Seeing the young, innocent beauty minding her own business. Only one night he is forced to step up to protect her from the evil that has decided to stalk her. The tragedy that strikes her leaves her shaken, scared and more alone than she was before.

Her world almost stops, her family turns away when she needs them most. Shunning her for the rest of her life. Myrabella is forced to turn to strangers, the ones who have watched out for her. More than her family ever has.

Excerpt:

Sitting on the bleachers at practice, I listen to my coaches long winded rant - on some topic or another. I stopped paying attention after hearing her repeat everything the second time. My eyes follow her quick, jerky movements as she stomps up and down the padded floor. Her face bright red, the vein in her neck looking like it could pop at any moment. My fingers continually pull on the hair tie resting on my wrist and snap it repetitively, not enough to hurt, just to occupy my fingers. I always heard that it was a form of anxiety.

My nails lightly scrape at my skin, creating a tingling sensation - pulling the band back, and then releasing it. A slight stinging sensation dances across my wrist. Turning my head slightly my ears pick up the annoyed scream of my coach. Making me worry slightly for not only her sanity but for whatever punishment she thinks we have earned. "Why can't you guys place first huh!? I promise it isn't that hard to do! Myrabella I know that you can do it! I've seen it happen. Lyndsey we have practiced for HOURS on your routine, but could you do it? NO, because it was too HARD." I turn my head watching as she shouts some nonsense, jerking her hands through her hair.

I've known her for eight years, having known her for so long gives me a slight inclination that tonight's practice is going to be bad. When I say bad, I don't mean to go over routines the whole time. I mean going over routines, conditioning, going over routines again, and then of course whatever punishment she deems appropriate for not placing higher than third. Practices normally get out at nine at night - not awful. But tonight, we probably won't be getting out until close to midnight, and that's if we are lucky.

I look at the clock on the wall and internally groan it's only 4 in the afternoon. Looking back at my coach I just snap the hair tie again becoming slightly anxious. I have faced her wrath many times - from the looks of it, this won't be pleasant at all. I feel my shoulders slump as her attention is brought back on the team. I know every other girl on the team is expecting this night to be one of the worst we have had yet.

"Since no one can get their routines perfect, we are going to be practicing them, WITH weights!" I wince at that, basically what she means is for us to attach ankle and arm weights to our limbs and go through the routine. Which wouldn't be too bad, if we were just going to be going through it just once. I highly doubt that is the case - no matter how much I wish it so. "For two hours. THEN three hours of conditioning! On top of that, we will be doing twelve complete sets of your exercises, and a four mile run!"

I feel my heart stop as everyone looks from one another. There is a sudden silence as no one dares to move, almost wishing that this is just some weird joke. "DID I STUTTER!?!" Those simple words alone seem to be the catalyst of the night. The events from then on just seem to blur together. By the end of it my legs are shaking worse than a newborn deer. Looking at the other girls I can see that they are suffering the same fate.