The Angelic Prison

The Angelic Prison

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**Excerpt** "Oh so you're taking me on a date?" I smirked at him in the backseat of the cab. He laughed and clutched my hand. "Yea... I guess I am." "Hmm." I stared at him for a moment. My eyes scanned his face falling on his lips. He noticed, wetting his lips a little with his tongue. I moved my head so that my lips where right next to his ear. "You never even asked if I wanted to go out with you." I whispered in his ear. A shiver swept down his spine as my warm breath hit his ear. I pretended I didn't notice but plastered a huge evil smile to my face. I knew what I was doing to him. I pull back away from him before he could do anything. "Oh you evil, evil woman." He said under his breath. I winked in return. **Synopsis** Alexandra was a normal seventeen year old girl. She was out with her friends celebrating her birthday when she meets a mysterious man who takes her to the keep. There she learns that she is apart of a race of earth angels. Yet, she is one of kind. A light and dark earth angel. Half of each. Aedon's friends convince her to stay and give their lifestyle a chance for a week. One week living at the light earth angel keep. That's all she has to do. But she'll have to stay alive long enough to make her decision. Will she help them retrieve the light sword and achieve peace between the two races of angels?
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"What is your name?" I asked, staring into her doe-like eyes. Almost immediately her face twisted in horror. Her eyes switched back and forth frantically like an exit would suddenly appear out of thin air. The sides of her lips turned downward like it was taking everything in her not to burst into a sob. Sure, she was scared--that much was expected-- but I could see the anger. I could see she was furious with me. Interesting. I thought to myself. As much as I wanted to explore how far I could push her until she retaliated; time was of the essence right now. I was staring at an unrecognizable girl. A mistake like this will get a lot of people killed. "I asked you a fucking question, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself." I growled as I grabbed her small face in my hand, making her eye shut in pain. "Harley. Harley Anderson," she spat softly like an angered kitten. Harley. I let her name roll over my tongue for a while. Every second that passed made my vision go black with anger. I looked away from her face before releasing the hold I had on her. I felt my jaw clench in anger and my fist flex in readiness as I stared off in the distance, trying to control my anger from making me lash out. However, I couldn't control myself. She is the wrong girl. We have the wrong girl. ------------ Harley Anderson was an average girl with an almost too simple life before being taken by the biggest cartel in New Mexico right in front of her best friend, Avery. Xander Sanchez, the leader of the Riot cartel has nothing else on his agenda besides making his ex-business partner pay for his wrongdoings. What happens when Avery is the center of the operation, but it all goes wrong, and now Harley finds herself in a situation she never dreamed of? What happens when Harley is taken and forced to work under the boss? Will Harley be able to survive working under this ruthless man? What happens when the boss finds himself falling for the girl he least expected to capture his heart?

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