WELL ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE POSTED BUT THE EDITS ARE BEING WORKED ON AS I TYPE. AFTERWARDS JUST GOTTA ADD A FEW PARTICULARS TO MAKE A STRONGER STORY AND NOT CONFUSE ANYONE THEN I WILL BE PUBLISHING MY LITTLE BABY FOR ALL TO SEE. WILL POST THE LINK ONCE IT IS AVAILABLE.
FIRST DRAFT IS OFFICIALLY DONE.
NOW COMES THE HARD PART….EDITING. I SUCK AT EDITING IN FACT I HATE IT. I’VE BEEN LOOKING AT PRICES FOR IT AND THEY ARE RIDICULOUS. I’LL EDIT LATER I GUESS. NOW I’M JUST GOING TO READ MY BOOK AND CHANGE OR ADD WHAT NEEDS CHANGING OR ADDING.
So the finish line is near. The first draft of my book is only one chapter away from being complete. Then comes the hard part of details and editing but I’m excited.
Started Chapter 18. I’m so proud of my little book. It is coming along nicely. Since it is a long weekend this weekend I think I will try to finish the last 3 or 4 chapters that I have left and my first draft will be done. Then after comes the hard part of detailing and refining. I’m not worried though as long as my muse decides to work the only thing stopping me is my own laziness.
Is coming along nicely. Wrote about 1000 words today. Plan to finish it tomorrow and start chapter 18. I’m loving the direction it’s taken so far and I’m excited to see how it ends.
I will not be doing any more excerpts until I completely finish my book which I hope to be done by next week since I have a 3 day weekend off this weekend. I am pretty much finished with the first draft. I see 4 to 5 more chapters until this thing is wrapped up. Then I will put in all the details I left out and do some editing and possibly changing if I don’t like the way something is explained. Will probably add more characters as well. There is much I want to do with my first book and I want it to be all that it can be. For those who are hooked from the excerpts thank you and I hope you tell a friend about it.
Writing is hard. At first I was like this is awesome. I’m writing a book. Now I’m like this is freaking hard. How far do I take this. Do I just keep writing because I keep thinking, how should I end it, hell where should I end it. I love writing, I love the book I’m writing. Seriously, the characters are amazing. It may be my favorite book of all time. It’s just confusing because I think is the story going to fast, is it too slow, how much detail should I put. Then I think just finish it and worry about the detail later. Books are written in stages. The first draft isn’t going to be your best. Like any good work of art it takes time and effort. In the end all the hassle will be worth it.
WARNING ADULT LANGUAGE MUST BE OVER 18
Jackson and Taylor were lounging around on the couch when the doorbell rang.
“Who the hell is that,” Jackson wondered.
He wasn’t in the mood for this shit this morning. He barely got any sleep last night as it was, since he was worrying about Taz and his mates. Three people being mated together was ridiculous. Two people was just enough in his book.
“Alpha, I’m surprised to see you this soon. I would have thought your mates wouldn’t let you out of their sight for a few days yet,” Jackson heard Taylor saying.
Nathan was right on Taz’s heels.
“Krista got a call early this morning and she rushed out with barely a word. I think it was her mother.” Well that didn’t sound good to Jackson.
“So what brings you guys over so early.”
Ha leave it to Tay to just get everything out in the damn open regardless of how it sounded to other people. That was one of the many reasons Jackson loved him so much.
“Can’t a guy just come by and hangout with his friends?”
Was Taz serious? It was definitely too early for this bullshit.
“Nathan would you like something to drink?”Jackson asked.
If Taz wanted to play dumb Jackson wasn’t going to entertain him. He had better things to do like lay around and be lazy all day with his man. If the Alpha had something to discuss he better say it because Jackson wasn’t about to ask him and he knew Taylor wasn’t going to either.
They could play this game all day. “So we’re having a mating party and Krista’s inviting her mother and if you guys attend, as the Betas of the pack, then the rest of the pack will be more willing to come too.”
Yes it was official, he had lost his fucking mind!
“Jackson, hon, he is our Alpha and we are the pack Betas. We can’t just say no.”
“The hell we can’t. I’m not playing us in danger. Mysticks are unstable. He has to be around them, we don’t.”
Apparently Taylor was just as retarded. Was he the only sane one left. How could Taz even ask this of them? He knew how they felt about them. It was bad enough they had been in the same area accidentally as one of them, now he wanted them to hangout with another one on purpose. Fuck that shit. Wasn’t going to be happening if he could help it.
WARNING EXPLICIT LANGUAGE MUST BE AT LEAST 18
Well he hoped they enjoyed fucking what was his because once he was done with them they wouldn’t be doing anything else, period. He didn’t like to share. He killed the last guy she fucked and sucked and this couple would be no different. Last time she left when she was done but not this time. It was of no importance. He could kill them while she slept. Yes she would wake up confused but he didn’t care. She needed to learn anyway that she was only his. Tonight would be her first lesson. He wouldn’t revile himself yet but he’d have her trying to cover this up because he was sure she was going to think it was her. Yes, this was perfect. He moved from the shadows to execute his plan.
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She woke up covered in blood. What the fuck? This couldn’t be happening. She hadn’t killed anyone in centuries. Something wasn’t right. She looked around the room she was in. The couple she went home with bodies were torn to shreds. It couldn’t have been her. She never loss control that bad to where she didn’t remember what happened. She couldn’t have been drugged because drugs didn’t work on Mysticks. There was too much blood and she was starting to freak out. Too much blood made her remember and she didn’t want to remember.
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“Your Nyhiya! Are you Fucking kidding me?”, Mr. Johnston growled.
Well here we go Jenny thought. He was going to flip out. Why did she say that? She should have never even came over. She should have just packed all her shit and took off like she wanted too. Now she would have to spill blood. Half of her relished in that fact, her Vamprya side loved blood shed. While the other half could care less, her shifting witch side just wanted to go home.
“That’s it. I’ve had it. Sammy, John, grab her and bring her to the back. It’s time this was taken care of.”
Her father’s words had her stuck to her spot in shock. Just what the hell did he think he was about to do to her. She should have run. Hell she should have even screamed but no she just stood there like a fucking statue.
Sam and John grabbed her by her arms and started dragging her down to the basement. Halfway there her brain finally jump started back up and she started to struggle.
“What the hell? Let me the fuck go right now! You people have lost your damn minds.”
She was screeching and thrashing about, trying to wriggle out of her brothers grips. They had a tight, painful hold on her and they weren’t letting go anytime soon. Shit! She was in trouble.
WARNING ADULT LANGUAGE MUST BE 18
There was something in the air tonight. Krista Bell couldn’t wait to get to the bar. She needed a drink and some dancing. She was about four blocks away when she felt something watching her. Immediately her guard went up. She didn’t miss a beat. She just kept on walking. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and she dropped down, kicked out, and threw herself on top on whoever it was. She liked down at her stalker. “Aww man, damnit. Not one of you. Why are you following me Hyjia?” For a minute he just stared at her. She didn’t think he was going to answer.
“I am Nathan Brimming and you are my Nyhiya. I can smell you. My sense of smell is strong.”
Aww shit. She didn’t need this right now. She could barely take care of herself. Her mother was still covering up her childish mistakes and she was over two centuries old.
“Krista Bell Johnston. I take it you know what I am.” She didn’t beat around the bush. She would not have lies between them.
“Yes, I know what you are Mystick. It is of no importance to me. You are mine. I will love, honor, and protect you for as long as I live, as is my right as your mate. So tell me little vampyra, where you headed to Heaven’s Angles.” “Yes, care to join me?” “I would love too. It will give us time to get to know each other.” Maybe this mating thing wouldn’t be so bad after all. Hopefully her mama didn’t flip out.
They went straight to the bar once they arrived at the club and ordered two beers. Krista studied her new Nyhiya and noticed how sexy he was. He was almost seven feet tall and he was what she would guess close to three hundred pounds. He had a lot of muscle and they most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. They seem out of place with his black hair. She wanted to run her fingers through it but they weren’t that comfortable with each other yet. She started to make conversation with him when he suddenly stiffen and turned to look at one of the Dylia.
That was all he said when he shot off the stool and tackled the man. What the fuck? He had said that she was his and she knew it to be true because her Vampyra sensed it. She jumped from the stool and eyes shining with malice, stomped over to the pair.
“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing Nathan.”
She was practically screaming by the end of her sentence. Already her Vampyra was possessive of what was theirs.
“No need to worry love. He is both of ours. Aren’t you Dylia?”