Historias de Thequeenofspades

Greek gods, their children war and displacement.A search for victory,triumph,acceptance and love. Follow the children of the gods as they meet their actual parents and discover their talents. The impending war in Olympus forces them into a world of war where they struggle for survival and acceptance at the mercy of their true parents and their adversaries. 8n the City of Terracotta all is revealed but where and who is the mysterious mythical object of the legend of the Queen of Spades? Can they find out will she remain hidden?

Torah Roberts. Nerd. Freak. Loner. Weirdo. These are the words that are often whispered about her behind her back but close enough for her to hear. They surround her, choke her, rule her life. Although she does her best to ignore them, they get to her. Her family is poor and she's nearly a genius. She's hiding secrets from everyone behind her glasses, braids, and hoodies. Callum Wright. Sexy. Bad. Harsh. Those three words sum up Callum Wright, or at least what everyone else sees. He comes from a rich family and can have anything he wants. But when he gets the one thing he's wanted for along time, he rejects her. When Torah's family has gone bankrupt, her dad jumps on the last chance he has. And sells her to . . . The one and only Callum Wright.

I looked up at Miles, clutching my pendant and praying that it wouldn't act up again. "You should stay away from me," I said, an edge to my voice as I took a step back from him. He gave me his priceless, lopsided grin. "Why?" he asked, taking a step forward. I took one more back, trying to keep space between us. "I'm dangerous," I choked out after a few seconds of staring into his eyes. "You've seen my eye, you should know." My voice wavered slightly, the pendant felt heavy in my hand. "So just stay away from me." He took another step forward and I matched it with one back. "What if I told you I like danger?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes. "Then I would say you don't know what you're dealing with." My back hit the wall and as he stalked forward. I was trapped. He licked his lips. "And if I said I was really into mystery, too?" He was right in front of me now, hands placed on the wall and his lips brushing over my ear as he whispered to me. I flinched as he ran his tongue over my ear. "I w-w-would say y-you're r-really stupid," I whispered. He bit the top of my ear and tugged lightly. "Maybe I'm fine with that." And his lips crashed into mine, melting the rest of the wall I had worked so hard to build around myself.