He takes a step forward and stops. He shakes his head looking down at his feet "I can't kiss you, Analia."
Why does he have to say my name like that? The way he says it is so intoxicating. It sends chills throughout my body, every time it spills from out of his mouth.
"Why not, Ryder?" I say lifting his head with my hand and resting it on his cheek. He looks into my eyes with widen eyes, knowing that I have the same affect on him, that he has on me.
"Cause your kiss will be the death of me, Analia."
"At least you'll die happy," I say shrugging, looking up at him.
"Fuck it."
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Analia, meaning kindhearted and compassionate. Analia Rayne was both those things. Even when she was both those things, her life was not as smooth as it seemed. A list of things is what made it not so perfect. A change is what she wanted and a change is what she got, a drastic one. To be an assassin. Many things came along with being an assassin, but it never mentioned him.
Ryder, meaning warrior. Ryder Kingston was a hell of a warrior. He knew being an assassin too well, it is what he's been doing for years now. His past is the biggest why. Opening up was something he struggled with. But, never would he had thought that the girl with turquoise eyes, that once he looked into them he felt safe, with an obsession of baking, and sarcastic remarks would be someone he would confide in so easily.
As much as Ryder didn't know, Analia also didn't know how this guy with no filter, literally, and a smile that she adored, would become her endless addiction.
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
*Warning*
Very mature and things that might be triggering are included.
"I already killed your mother, Cam." As the words left my enemy's mouth like a mocking sneer, I growled under my breath at the mention of my old name. Memories started to boil up that I had been wanting to squash deep into my heart.
Bad memories.
"As you can guess, I'm here to finish the job." He continued with that ever-present sinister smirk on his face.
And in that moment, a sudden burst of confidence just appeared within me. Or blatant stupidity.
'I'll take either one.' I silently admitted to myself.
I rolled my eyes at his so-called 'threat', not really intimidated in the least.
"Yeah, like that went so well the first time. The first time, you fucked up enough to get caught by the police." I pointed out. "The second time, your grown-ass men got their asses handed to them by two teenagers."
I snorted at him. "Your odds aren't looking too good here, Berti."
~•~
Losing her father? Lovely.
Getting in a car accident with her aunt, uncle, and cousin and being the sole survivor? Fantastic.
Losing her mother because a deranged psychopath holds a grudge even better than The Grinch? Amazing.
Being ostracized from her own family save from her paternal grandparents, and getting the blame for her mother's death? Cherry on top of the cake.
Having to make sure three idiotic twats don't get themselves killed because they couldn't mind their own bloody business?
Bloody hell, that's an entire ice cream cake with ten pounds of gummy bears.
~•~
Join Grace Stanton as she faces her demons and the demons of her past all while trying not to commit murder against her three new friends.
Fun times.
(First book in the Gilded series)
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