When I was six years old, my mother was brutally murdered by our king in front of me because the queen wanted my twin siblings as her own, and I was taken as a slave for being half human. Since then, I have vowed to get revenge on the Royal family by any means possible and take back my family!

"Oh, Mrs. Larson, I have to get going. My uncle is expecting me." He said, suddenly. He can't have seen me though, because I'm standing behind a wall. "Of course not! You're staying, for dinner, and that's final." My mom ordered. Shit, what is she doing? I walked past them, and I started to walk up the stairs, when he called my name. "Ryan!" That sent chills down my spine, but I kept walking up the stairs,slowly. I was shaking. Why does he have this effect on me? "Ryan! Wait!" I took a deep breath, and told myself to keep walking. I heard him run up the steps, so I quickened my pace. How are the stairs this long?! "Ryan! Just wait! Please!" He begged. To be honest, I feel kinda bad, for treating him like this... Before I could react, I felt his hands on my shoulders, and then he spun me around. My skin felt like it was on fire, and I was paralyzed, unable to move. We were face to face. My heart was beating hard, like a drum, and then he said it. "Ryan, I love you." *** Ryan is an ordinary teenage girl, with problems of her own. Problems ranging from her dad's death, to her mom possibly falling in love again. But she's in for a major problem when she meets This Guy. **** DONT READ IF YOU HATE SHITTY BOOKS, BC I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 11 OR 12 {SORRY BEFOREHAND} TBH IDEK HOW I GOT ALL THESE VOTES AND VIEWS BUT THANKS EVERYONE