The raindrops splattered on the windshield, preventing me from seeing where I was headed.
I drove with caution, squinting my eyes, until a silhouette appeared in the thunderstorm.
It was her.
I scrambled out of the car, drenched in seconds.
"Kelsey, please, get in the car!" I shouted, trying to make myself heard over the thunder, as I approached her.
"Stay away from me!" She screamed avoiding my touch. "I know what you did!"
Guilt flashed through me, "Kelsey, I can explain-"
"How can you possibly explain to me how you just killed a man?!"
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Grey eyes.
For most people, that would mean nothing, but not for Ryder.
For him, it's a sign that you're not human, but a descendant of a Fallen Angel.
So what if I told you that the new girl, Kelsey Simmers, shocks Ryder with her grey eyes. And Ryder is not easily shocked.
Now add demons and angels to the equation. That will give you an idea of how messed up this is going to get.
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Kelsey Simmers thought that moving to Wethermills was going to help her deal with her parents' death. What she wasn't aware of, was the fact that meeting Ryder Collins would inmerse her in a world of angels and demons . A world she was oblivious to. Until now.
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"Please say something?" I whispered, hoping she'll have something to say after my confession.
"I want to see them, " she cleared her throat.
"What?" I whispered in confusion.
"I want to see your wings, " she sounded more convinced than before. "Please."
Nodding my head, I took off my shirt, revealing my bare chest to her. Closing my eyes, I began to concentrate, trying to suppress a groan as I felt the pain shooting down my spine, as well as the sound of my bones cracking.
"Oh my God, " I heard her whisper.
Crossfire - a sizzling slow burn with supernatural powers
39 parts Ongoing Mature
39 parts
Ongoing
Mature
"I... I didn't see anything." I tried, not knowing where to look. I was curious enough to take glances at him. His dark hair was flopped into his face to obscure his chiseled jaw. He laughed out loud.
"What exactly didn't you see, Harper?" He said my name as if tasting it. He sauntered over to me and stood a little too close. I pushed back against the kitchen counter. He guided my chin, so that we saw eye to eye. His eyes were the color of thunder showers.
"That's what I thought. You saw everything." He seemed glum about it and let my chin go. He guided me to the kitchen table and sat me down.
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Harper Scott is as ordinary as high school seniors come. She has no idea of the world she lives in.
Brandt Duncan is anything but ordinary. He yields the power of lightning and inhabits a world where a fight is to the death.
Walking home from school, Harper witnesses a duel of sorts, where the weapon is a strike of blue lightning.
The yielder of lightning is Brandt. He tries to erase Harper's memory with a zap of electricity, but it doesn't work. He pulls her from her ordinary life into a world of supernatural powers, power struggles and a sizzling connection that leaves them both breathless.
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Maturity:
This story isn't erotically explicit. It does include fight scenes and displays of affection.