Ring Ring Ring* One phone call to several ones? One boy, One girl- Friendship? Relationship? Love? Hate? What? Dig in to find out.. ---------------------------------------- Most impressive ranking- 10 in 'number' out of 104K stories 10 in 'short stories' out of 316K stories

~Completed~ #1 In the Ice Series!! "What has the spies found?" I ask James. The map in front of me is riddle with white and black pins. Aric's attacks have gotten worse these past few weeks. King Daniel and his army arrived just in time to help us defend my kingdom. The shape shifters are deeply wounded by the death of my father and was glad when I asked them to fight. "The forrest has been breached and all kinds of creatures have been turning up dead in town. Some of the spies in the castle said that they plan to invade in the upcoming week." Then we'll need extra help. The only people strong enough to keep them at bay are the originals. "Send a message to Dimitri and Macon. We'll need all the help we can get." ~~~°°°~~~ "This'll hurt, a lot. When your suppressed your nature, you damaged your soul. Also bringing it back would normally take a few months, but our queen needs us, so it'll have to take 3 days maximum, " Dimitri says "Alright, what do I have to do? The message from Azara seemed urgent." "I have to tell you something before we do this." "Shoot." "When you are a full fae again, you will feel an unimaginable pull towards Azara. She is your mate."

The facade of the lonely eyes, The silent lips of cowardice, The heart that never stops longing, And the mind that keeps remembering. "In the end, was it worth it?" A story of a lonely woman whose heart holds onto faded memories. Will she be able to hold on? Or will she finally learn to let go?

I looked up from my book as the boy returned from the restroom and made his way back to his seat, his gaze turned to me and his eyes locked with my own and I felt unable to pull away. His eyes were wide as they looked at me with a mixture of expressions I couldn't quite find the right word for. I took the time to take in his appearance. His shoulders were impressively broad and he sported a yellow hoodie and black cap with a denim jacket and jeans. His strong masculine jaw added a certain hardness to his expression. His eyes were a sweet almond shape, coloured in a warm rich chocolate brown with hints of a coppery golden hue only visible in direct light - his eyes whilst being youthful simultaneously held depth. The type of depth you'd see in the eyes of your grandparents or parents or teachers or veterans; Those with more experience in a world we know so little of. Those rich mahogany eyes shamelessly took me in, in a way that made me feel vulnerable. There was something about him that seemed familiar, like seeing an old friend for the first time after decades. Our eyes remain locked until he finally passed by me and he returned to his seat continuing with whatever he was doing before and I looked down and continued reading my book. ...................................................................................................................................................................... Meet Katherine. A headstrong 16 years old with a desire for excitement, a habit of getting into trouble and a tendency to point fingers as she refuses to take the blame for... well anything. Sounds like your average teenager right? But sometimes circumstance changes a person more than what was thought humanly possible. confused yet? I suppose you have no choice but to read on in order to understand.