They came unexpectedly. It had been a hot summer night, much hotter than the ones before. Typically she didn't sleep in nothing but that night it was unbearable to wear anything at all. She did not see them coming or hear them for that matter. It was dark, darker than it should have been. The moon hid behind the clouds and the land was covered. Her sleep was restless and she had tossed until her sheets were discarded with only the thin veil of the canopy draping to hide her shapely form. Her skin was as pale as moonlight and her hair as dark as the night. She was a beauty just as her sisters were and her mother before them. She was the last one remaining in her family estate. The others had moved on and her mother had passed the winter before. Now it was just herself, her brother and her father. They had no idea what had come that night. No one did.
Now she lay in a low sagging hammock of silk rope. Left alone in a room filled with old furniture and dust. A room obviously unused by any and possibly unseen by most. She could not speak nor move as she lay there seemingly drugged. Her body felt heavy and her mind clouded as she tried to clear her sight and make sense of where she was and how she got there. Would no one realize she was gone? Were they killed or taken as well? Where was she and who brought her there? The moon-kissed lady thought she was alone, but was there someone else there? A dark shape sat in a corner of the room immobile and making no sound. Indiscernible features remained statuesque. Was it just a statue? A bit of old furniture playing tricks on her mind? Or was it someone watching?
She had a lithe enough body to pass for a boy... she knew she had to join the kings army to find her brother. He had joined the service a year before and no one had heard from him or knew where he was. It was up to her to find him. Their mother had made her swear to it on her death bed. Now she had no obligations, no one to stop her but herself. She cut her hair off short and tied it back to cover it with the uniform. She would find him if it took everything in her to do so. She only had to hope that the General didn't find her out. They didn't take well to females in the military unless they were nurses or some such.. but in her chosen position, it was forbidden. She would be punished severely, if he found out. But would he tell anyone else or keep it to himself and use it against her? For her own good she wouldn't be found out. Maybe she'd fall in love with one of the other men without them knowing it. She'd grow to care and then be stuck not knowing whether she should give herself up for a love that may not be returned or if she should continue on as she was. Either way she had told her "love" the story of finding her brother. He had vowed to help as friends would. After all family meant a lot to him as well and it made him proud to fight beside a "man" with such high family values.
True to history, with all the pillaging and raping of villages, akin to something like Erik the red. A viking Jarl's son, who is next to rule, would take many expeditions along the coasts of western Europe pillaging and claiming land, slaves and treasures for his family. He is betrothed to a young princess in a village along the coasts of the north. He would agree to said betrothal but instead turn against the King when he least expects it, taking over the village as he does with all other villages, capture the Princess for his own slave, and gain the kingdoms wealth in the process. The Princess being one of exceptional beauty of course, a bit of a spitfire, and stubborn to no end. The Viking is a fairly handsome man with great strength and respect. Since I am a hopeless romantic sap, by the end, my hopes would be that they would have fallen in love and she accepted his customs and ways of life, but anything can happen to change that.
A Hidden Gem
In another dimension of the typical story, the Wizard of Oz and Elphaba had gotten together (either a one night stand or whatever) and she had gotten pregnant. He wasn't there with her after the baby was born because he was ashamed to find out it was his. After all Elphaba turned out to be his daughter, and now his daughter was having his child. He fled Oz soon after he found out. Fiyero was disgusted by Elphaba's pregnancy by the Wizard and left her. She was now alone with only her baby to keep her company, to care for. Elphaba kept the baby girl trapped in her castle, only allowing her a view of Oz from the highest tower. The baby, Gemma, had never been out in the world or seen anything more than what passed through their castle. Leading a sheltered life she was left with no understanding of anything material or otherwise. Essentially innocent and naive in most things but she still had a stubborn streak and a strong independence for what she wanted. She lashed out many times defying her mothers wishes wanting nothing more than to find adventure and meet others. It was lonely in that castle and she only wanted to see more. See the world.
After Fiyero left Elphaba he went back to Glinda, who had seemingly changed and became a better person. He ended up marrying her and they had a child. A baby boy. He grew up to be as popular as his mother, with all the fame that came from being her child, and never wanted for anything. That is until he got a glimpse of a beautiful girl from a tower to the west when he was young. He had been practicing his levitating and spotted her there looking out as lonely as ever. He wanted to know why she was so sad and alone and most of all who she was. He was not allowed in that part of the kingdom. No one was. Mostly because of the wicked witch who would harm any who came her way. Years passed but he never forgot the dark haired girl in the tower. He grew up to be a strong wizard, much stronger than his mother ever was and once he was old enough to venture out on his own, he made a vow to seek out the girl he had seen all those years ago.
When Country Comes Home
Anabeth grew up on a cattle farm in Montana. It was a simple life filled full of adventures and good times. When things got rough her parents had to sell the farm but stayed on to work there under her mothers Father, who luckily agreed to buy it from them. At the age of 12, Beth was sent to Atlanta to live with her aunt. Keeping the business in the family was important to them all but her grandfather wasn't so nice about things and refused to give out any loans to people who couldn't keep their finances up. He was a distastefully hateful man to say the least.
It's been five years since that day and her grandfather has passed away. She has graduated from high school and was going to go to college but her parents have called her home to help with the farm once again. With the death of her mother's father, being the only child, the farm fell to her as an inheritance. However, it was hard work to keep up such an establishment and they didn't really have the funding to hire more help. Her father was getting older and her mother wasn't quite as spry as she once was either. The years had taken their toll and had not been kind to them. Beth was more than happy to come home to help but she wasn't so sure she had what it took to handle cattle and ride a horse all day. It was time for another adventure it seemed.
What she didn't bargain for was a handsome foreman who had joined the team not a year after she had left for Atlanta. He was a few years older than her but knew what he was doing. He wasn't afraid to tell her what to do, either. Left under his instruction, she had to follow orders no matter if it meant she had to do the dirtiest jobs in the field. He wasn't going to take it easy on her, no matter if she was a female, and especially not because she was the bosses daughter. He treated all of his workers equally and she'd get it just as hard as the rest.
He had joined the crew in his early twenties and had worked hard the last five years to get to where he was now. He earned his spot as much as the rest of the crew had, so when the former foreman had that fatal accident earlier that year, it was only natural he take up the position. What he didn't see coming was the fiery redhead who would join his team. He had been told of Anabeth Carter, but he didn't know that she would be so beautiful. A southern girl who used to round up cattle with her daddy, he was told. She certainly turned heads and he knew if he didn't keep a tight reign on that girl, his men would see the weakness. She would be a distraction he didn't need, no matter how much he wanted her. Who knows what kind of tension that would be between them.
Either way it goes, they would likely butt heads, fight a bit, and eventually end up entangled in a web of heated desire during a late night on the Montana plains.
She was a Princess. The youngest of four. One night she was taken by the Kings enemies for ransom or maybe even payback. Sometime durinng the night the small ship capsized and the crew swam for their lives in the shark infested waters of the Mediterranean. She was washed ashore or found by a fisherman, but either way she was naked save for a single bracelet around her wrist. In a foreign unknown country how could she survive and would her captors come find her?
The Magic Of Time
The story takes place in modern times. The city and country could be anywhere. The story begins with a woman, shes a collector of sorts. She finds an old piece of art at an auction online and upon receiving it, she notices odd things happening around her. Her life was always in seclusion, always a hermit. She was lovely but awkward, clumsy even. She loved her computer and even more so online shopping. When she found the art piece it dated back to Medieval times, where the knights and kings of old roamed the old country. This particular piece was of a Knight. A noble and handsome man, who swooned the 'hearts o' many a lass' and was poisoned (according to history) to death by a jealous widowed noblewoman who had thought to keep him for herself. The leading lady of this story read the tale of the Knight and wept over the painting. The painting held magical properties of dimensional time travel. The lady would wake up in Medieval England ((or we could reverse it and the Knight would wake up in Modern times.. either works for me)) and have to face the new trials of a place so unknown and foreign. The story can go many different directions and like all my stories I like to let them go as they will.
She worked everyday. It was her life. It was her joy. The shop had been given to her by her grandfather. He left it filled with books from around the world, books that would pour in once a month ready for the shelves. It was never told who sent them. They just arrived. Old books, new books, books that had not seen daylight in decades and books that were so well loved and used they resonated with the joy they brought. Her shop brought in the most interesting of people.
It was why she did it really. The people. Watching them. Seeing what they chose. Wondering just what they saw. People watching was what gave her the focus to get out of bed those early mornings and open the shop with fresh coffee, tea, and pastries out for those who wanted to wander in. The Old Bookstore. That it was. It had experience in its walls. It had love and mystery. Stories to tell. And never a single home for many of the books as they were always moving from place to place. Person to person. It seemed that she would forever be lost in the wilds of her books. The pages of creation surrounding her, camouflaging her, so that he would never see.
You see, he came into the shop every week. Looking for something specific but never finding it and not having time to spend the day there, only minutes. He'd get coffee and browse. Not speaking. Not glancing at any person who he passed or noticed. Just the stacks of time worn pages met his interest and he had met hers. She didn't think he ever saw her, ever noticed. But maybe he did. Maybe he knew and was waiting for the right moment.
People watching could be dangerous. Be careful of what you leave open, you never know what might crawl in.
She was betrothed to another. A man who was both cruel and selfish. She was to be married in a few months time but before then her mother had planned a trip to London. They had grand balls and wondrous dress shops. It was a getaway that they both needed. Her great aunt would look after her while her mother remained behind to complete the wedding week. It would be a week long celebration with more guests than the estate had seen in decades.
It was in London she ran into him. He was devastatingly handsome and had a charm unmet by any other. Could she resist him? And would she realize he was the brother of her betrothed once she saw him at her own home in the following months?
Secretly she wished he was really hers not the twisted awful man she met just days before her nuptials. Sometimes fate has other plans. Sometimes you make your own fate.
It was a hot summer day and she was working long hours as a waitress at the local watering hole. The place was all but empty by now and then he walks in. Was it the heat? Was it the sun? Maybe it was that look in his eyes... the way his hair fell down over his brow... the tautness of muscle and glistening sweat off his body... or maybe there was more there? It could be the way he holds her.. the way he kisses her... how he takes control and puts her up on that bar top so he can stand between her legs and feel their bodies pressed as close as possible without being naked. However it happened... it did. He was a stranger in town... he came in and left as mysteriously as he arrived. Would she ever see him again? Did it matter?
A Trip of a Lifetime
It was the late train. She never took the late train. Normally she would have taken a cab but she hadn't thought to bring any cash with her. She had nothing but her wallet with her ID, train pass, and a few business cards. He was a cad. A complete ass and she wasn't going to continue being in the same room as him let alone share a ride home. So the train was the last viable option. She wasn't exactly dressed for the environment and had there been more people around she likely wouldn't have gotten so much attention as she was now. Too frazzled and upset to notice she sat staring out of the window across the aisle from her. She didn't even notice. Normally she would have, but tonight, she didn't. She didn't see the danger. She didn't see him. The stranger. He was handsome and likely charming, and would probably take her places she had never been. Maybe she didn't want to go. Maybe she didn't care. Or maybe.. just maybe.. He didn't care what she thought. It was happening. There was no stopping now. She had no choice in this itinerary. It was going to be a trip of a lifetime. One that changed her forever.
She was a nobody from nowhere. He was somebody and everything to many people. When she stepped into his life, or rather fell into his lap that day her life changed completely. He wanted her. He always got what he wanted. There was not a time in his life he didn't achieve all he desired or win it in some fashion. She had no idea who she was, where she was from, or where she was going. He saw the potential in her and the need to find something she was missing. He had plans. He had ideas. She would be his. She really had no choice.
And so she went with him. Promises to help her to find herself and whoever may be looking for her were given. Whether he meant to keep those promises or not, he still spoke them in earnest. She soon became everything he needed and wanted in a woman. An escort to the many functions he attended. The warm body in his bed at night. The lover he desired in moments of stress and tension. She would learn to cook for him, keep his home clean and above all else please him. Be what he needed when he needed her. She was his and she soon learned that without him she was nothing.
She had no life. Only a name. A single given name.
A Knight between Two Beauties
He was a knight for the Kingsguard. She was the daughter of a nobleman and the Princess' best friend. It had been easy to see the flames ignite when they looked at one another, but it was a forbidden love. A love that could not be. The Princess had told her friend how she had longed for the knight and that it would break her heart to see him wed to another. What could she do? She could not confess to her best friend how the two of them had shared a glance. A glance so heated she could feel it searing through her dress. It wouldn't be until she was set to go across country with the Princess on a trip to London and the Knight was to go along as a guard, at the request of the Princess of course. On such roads where bandits and thieves often robbed carriages of nobles, they could never tell what they might come across or who the might fall victim to. Would he protect them both should the time arise? Would he choose the Princess over his hearts desire? Would the Princess find out how her Knight wanted her friend instead or would it remain a well hidden secret that could never be told to the powerful royal who was still beautiful in her own rights?
She was ill and her days were numbered until he came along. He was there for her. He took care of her. He was her savior. That piece of miracle that made it all better. He did things that would baffle the medical staff, an illness that was fatal had now turned and hope was on the horizon. Only what did she do to gain his attention?what arrangement did she make for his help? Or did he have plans that he hadn't told her about? There was only one certainty. She was his and they would get through the worst of it. Together.
An ex Marine who has some issues from PTSD/shell shock.. maybe she's a nurse at the VA or some girl he met for a one night stand that turned out to be more than he bargained for. She found out he was more than she thought he was and now they are tangled in this web of passion and drama together.
She didn't seem like she'd ever find love. She was cursed. Every man she ever loved left her in one way or another. The last two just happened to have a more fatal way of exiting her life. Ways she didn't think would ever happen to her or anyone she knew. It was fate. It was karma. It all started that summer when she thought she was doing the right thing. Making deals with devils never ended well. But a lovesick teenage girl was not one to listen to reason or understand the repercussions of such serious dealings. Now she would have to find him. Find that devil. Find the one who could help her rid her life of all the pain and heartache. Where else did she think to start but in the City of Angels.
Pen Pals. Modern Pen Pals as it were. She was a part of a program at the university. A program meant to give the soldiers overseas more contact with America and their own people. They would sign up for the program and be assigned someone at random. Sometimes they were male sometimes they were female. Some were old and some were young. The soldiers didn't care however it was the letters that came that kept them going.What wasn't expected was the connection made. She didn't expect anything of it and he certainly didn't. Or maybe he did and he had hoped and wished on a star that the universe and/or God would bring him someone to help ease his loneliness. Someone to share his life with. She would be his angel while he would be her protector. But what was he protecting her from? Herself? Or another harsher reality?help her rid her life of all the pain and heartache.
He was there on business... he didn't know his employer had sent him on a dangerous mission. She was sent to investigate him. Stop him at any cost. Together they may just end up fighting the same threat. But will she abandon her mission for the greater good and more importantly can she resist him even when her heart still hurts from the loss of her brother. She didn't want anyone close ever again. They always died. They always got hurt, either by her or those she worked for. It was an endless cycle. He hoped to break it. To free her.
Brothers of Destiny
A Tale of two Princes on a Journey to find their Princess and future Queen
A Modern Supernatural/Paranormal Romance
(Though not necessarily all at the same time.)
Hope. She was the key to everything. They had to find a way to convince her of her destiny. Of her part in the great scheme. The only catch was their time was limited. Only one could win or would they leave her torn between choosing one or would she take hold of her own destiny and decide to keep them both? Some might call it selfish or greedy, while others think she's genius. Light and Dark. The best sides of both worlds and she had the privilege and a great deal of pleasure of having both. How would they react to it? Would they give her all the power or take what they wanted? Which would win? Dark? Light? or Hope?
Love Lust in and Elevator
His hands were strong and demanding. Aggressive. Dominate. And they stayed at his side clenching and tucking in and out of his pockets. He knew what he wanted and he wanted her. She had been a part of his staff for the last year and it was just getting harder and harder to resist. Now that they were alone in that elevator riding up to the 18th floor of his office building. He knew he had plenty of time, provided it didn't stop anywhere along the way, to show her just how he felt.
She saw him everyday in his power suits. He was handsome. Young for being the owner of such a large corporation and had just recently ended a two year long serious engagement just a few months ago. It wasn't as if she could just approach a man like him and tell him that she'd love to go out for drinks. She wanted more than drinks but it would be a start. As she stepped into the elevator alone she hadn't expected him to come in soon after.
So there they were. Alone. Together.