Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural, Romance, mystery
Feline novel, could possible turn into a series.
Aria Franklin, forced into a life of unnatural abilities. The world she knew and cherished torn away from her the night her step brother beat her. That night changed more than she could ever imagine, one event led into a bloody snowball that never stops. Years pass her world evolving into something she never thought could ever exist. At a young age her adoptive parents place her in a government run program, one that trains operatives.
With her mate gone, family all dying she's left to bury herself into the one meaningful thing she has left, her career as an operator. All of it slams to a halt when one mission goes wrong, horribly wrong. Left marred in more ways than one, her career is ended, until one last case comes in that requires her abilities to solve.
Excerpt:
My shoulders ache, my backpack weighed down by three different textbooks, I don't understand school. Why do we need so many books to take home? I want to grumble, highschool sucks, I can't wait till this is over, till I've graduated. "Drop your bag." The strong masculine voice makes my heart jump even as the knots in my stomach settle. My arms slide back on their own accord, the straps of the bag slip off with ease as gravity steals the weight.
"I missed you, I haven't seen you around in a few days." His large silent form moves behind me, it amazes that a man of his size never makes sounds when he moves. Everything about him amazes me.
"I had to take care of some things." His simple, straight to the point answer, only drives my curiosity through the roof. A warm breeze dances over the street, ruffling the greenery and teasing the thin oversized jumper I wear. The beautiful weather doesn't call for the jumper, not in the slightest. If I behaved, Daniel wouldn't have to punish me. Daniel is my step-brother, my legal guardian, my tormentor. Like every other sibling in the world, he enjoys tormenting me. Maybe too much. I watch the sidewalk, stepping over the separation cracks for my own amusement.
Harsh sunlight beats down on the road and sidewalk, the heat waves intensify as the day extends. "What things?" The question slips out as I climb up onto the short, sturdy stonewall. A quaint residential community always leads me home, I wish I could say I lived in one of these two-story houses with a lush yard, fenced, for a pet for a family. Instead Daniel and I could only afford a small one-bedroom apartment out in the destitute part of town. Everyone refers to it as pleasure ally. The part of town that offers illegal activities.
"Cookie, don't worry about it." The nickname makes me smile secretly as I jump from the stone wall, my cheap knock-off converses, slap against the concrete. The monotone sound has a plaintive quality; the complete opposite of nature's dulcet songs.
"Reverse psychology doesn't work on me Illy." Killian grunts, and I want to chuckle, when we first met I couldn't pronounce his name without butchering it, Killy just sounded too sinister. Thus the name Illy came about, he only lets me call him that when we are alone.
"What have I told you about that damn name." A slight growl slips past his lips as I look both ways, a small red sedan drives on, the man lifts his nose as he glances our way. The sight of us disgusts him, this so-called friendly community isn't so welcoming to people who live in pleasure ally.
"Are you glaring at the man?" I don't like the stares, but I've grown to accept them; it's a part of the hassle.
"Does it matter?" Killian is a stoic man, quiet man that shares few if any words with someone; especially if he doesn't know you.
"It's considered rude to do that Illy." He snorts, his hand grabs my jumper as I trip over the curb and rights me with ease.
"It's considered rude to stick your nose in the air." I shake my head, a smile fights to overtake my features. He always has a comeback.
"Is it too much to ask of you to be the bigger person?" I glance back at him, his dark charcoal hair shines in the sun, violet eyes scan the surroundings, always on alert.
"Cookie, I am the bigger person, have you forgotten that?" The smile I had fought breaks out, stretching itself over my lips. Smart alec.
"I wasn't talking about physically and you know it." I'm only given a grunt in response, he is a man of few words.
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