Wings That Can't Fly
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  • LETTURE 1,744
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  • Tempo 3h 21m
In corso, pubblicata il giu 22, 2016
Delia Harp; the boring high school student that had no life other than doing homework and... well, just that. But no matter! She's happy with her uneventful life, happy family, and nice friends. Yeah, life was pretty damn good.

And then came Grayson Forrest. Hot, cocky, mysterious Grayson Forrest. The new guy in town. The guy that had the entire female population almost drooling. The guy that had, quite literally, fallen from heaven. She had hoped they would never meet again after the embarrassing first encounter, but I guess fate had something else in store for them. What do you know? He was a high-school student! And surprise, surprise: he attended the same school as her. 

As their friendship continued to develop into something more, a feeling inside Delia's gut told her something was off. Creepy notes, motherfriggin' stalkers, scary phone calls in the middle of the night, unexpected visits to the hospital. What else could possibly stir up her once-quiet little life?

Oh, but she had no idea that it was just getting started. And, believe me, she was in for the surprise of her life.
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I feel something slam into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. Only it is not the car that hits me; it is a person. He takes the brunt of the fall, rolling under me so that my face does not brush the street, but the force of the impact knocks me out of his arms and I skid across the asphalt into the grass. The car speeds past, flying down the road before disappearing on a turn. I wait in agony until my lungs finally work, and then I roll onto my back and gasp for air. "Are you okay?" Liam's voice is frantic as he crawls toward me. He cups my face in his hands and checks my body for injuries. This time I know I am not imagining things. There are dark wings coming out of his back. I sputter a few fragmented sentences before I can get the words out. "What are you?"