Just Beyond My Reach 00(Please Read Artist Comments beforehand! :3 Thank you.)Chapter 0:The Transfer of Wishes We all had a party at Tad's house for his 18th birthday. He drove us around Afton for hours, listening to music so loud that we could scream along and no one would know. It was Devin, Libby, Wyatt and me that was celebrating Tad's birthday with him. He had to beg Wyatt to come with us, since Tad was the only boy in our 'group'. Wyatt wasn't exactly close friends to us girls, but we were acquainted with him due to our time in orchestra together--the trips just brought people together more than one was comfortable with.
Just Beyond My Reach 01Chapter One: The Auditore Brothers My breath caught in my throat when I awoke abruptly. Before I could glance around to try and figure out where I was, my body was thrown over a hard object and my body folded at my waist about it. Realizing that I was being treated as luggage, I tried to twist violently around in the position to see who was holding me to their shoulder. "Stop squirming, l'acqua guarda." Water eyes? Did this man just call me water eyes? "Put me down, lei il bruto!" I yelled back at him, and then gasped in shock when I realized that I was speaking Italian. But...why wouldn't I know Italian? "Just a little further--ple
Just Beyond My Reach 02Chapter 2: The House of the Assassinating Banker "Qui siamo!" Federico announced, stopping in front of a huge house in the middle of Firenze. It was just a bit larger than most houses around, the pillars and arches of the front door suggesting that the family was proper and had a good fortune. "Wow...." I whispered under my breath, and then pointed towards the house. "That one right there?" Federico laughed. "Si. Venire." He offered his arm to me and led me to the door. "You're family is ricco?" I asked as he pushed open the front door. He grinned. "See for yourself." Pulling me in the door, he paused a moment to let me take in the
Just Beyond My Reach 03Chapter Three: Truth Be Told "Here." Ezio handed me a dark leather belt. I wrapped it around my waist, entrapping the edges of the pants under the strap. I managed to get my shoes on, which were more like flat slippers or ballerina shoes, whatever the hell they were called. "Absolutely charming." I glared at the smiling man, and made my way back through his bedroom door. "I'm not looking to impress, Ezio." I flipped my hair out of my eyes. "Comfort is my top priority." Chuckling, he followed me out the door. "I already told you that I think it's a very endearing look for you." I pointed to my face, plastered with annoyance. "Does it l
Makorra v. BorraThe air, thick with tension, sings with with intense desire, the flame of a fireand among the twirl of the smoke and flame runs the soothing stream of waterthat lines the world with the warming yet cruel nature of what is known as love.Many think that such an emotion is unreal, frightening and crazywhen in reality, it can be something so precious in the smallest grasp, alive and amazing.But when held wrong, something so strong can become evil and twisted.The ground moved under their steps, the hair pressed against her face sweaty and twisted,and in his hand, flickering and vital, a small but powerful lick of fireof which would