Alice in Wonderland, it's a tale we all know and grew up with. It's about a small girl that goes by the name Alice Liddell, who goes on silly little adventures with her imaginative friends in a world she made up. Having tea parties with The Mad Hatter, causing trouble with Cheshire Cat, and roaming Wonderland with the famous White Queen. But what if I told you that the stories you were once told weren't true? That everything you once knew, is a lie.
It starts off in London, England. A small girl named Alice Liddell was known for her creative imagination. She was teased as a small child and growing up with parents who barely cared can put a strain on the poor child. She always grew up with her head in the clouds, imagining things beyond this realm and into a place she called home, a place she called Wonderland.
This didn't sit well with her parents, thinking of her as nothing much a nusensce, a stain on their family name. They locked her away in the house, keeping her out of sight from the people around them. Her parents would abuse her, telling her she was nothing, making the poor girl go insane. Alice, the once sweet and bubbly girl, was now nothing but an empty shell.
Years have passed and day by day, Alice visited Wonderland less and less. Her friends were hurt, missing their sweet Alice. But slowly, the land around them slowly started to shift and turn, twisting everything and everyone into something different. The Wonderland we all knew... Was no more.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.