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by J. L. Ostle


  “He is now human?” Dad asks, and I nod. He marches over to him and kicks him hard in his stomach, making him curl up into a ball. “You are lucky I don’t kill you,” he spits at him before coming back over and kissing my cheek. “No one hurts my baby.” He smiles down at me.

  “My best friend is an all-powerful being; that is so fucking cool.” Emz hugs me, wiping away tears. “But what is with the get-up?” She looks at my barely covered body. It’s just my personal parts that are covered.

  “It just appeared.” I shrug.

  “Of course, you had to look sexy badass.”

  “You should have seen her as an all-powerful being, she is blonde with white eyes,” Zeke says, and my parents look at the guys. I inwardly groan; I guess they know about them now.

  “Mom, Dad, these are my boyfriends.” I walk toward them.

  “Boyfriends?” Dad asks, looking like he’s going to pass out.

  “Yeah, I love them, and they love me.” I bite my lip.

  “It is nice to meet you,” Mom says in a shaky voice, shaking their hands. I laugh when the guys straighten up, trying to act like gentlemen.

  “Your daughter is so caring and kind. You must be proud,” Slate tells them.

  “We are, thank you.” Mom smiles at him.

  “So, you are with all four?” Dad points at each of them.

  “Dad, just be happy for me, just smile knowing they will love and care for me.”

  “Okay,” he sighs, shaking their hands before pulling Mom into his arms, holding her. I know it will take some time before they get used to it.

  I could never choose any one of them; I love them all.

  They are it for me.

  “I am so jealous; you have four, and I don’t even have one.” Emz pouts.

  “They are going to know people; we will find you one, two, three, how ever many you want,” I laugh.

  “Okay, I’m happy again. But please can we see you be all blonde? I can’t picture you as a blonde.” She bounces up and down.

  I shake my head quickly, my hair flying everywhere until I see it turn blonde and then I stop, moving my hair from my face. Emz and my parents look at me in shock before I shake my head again, returning to a brunette.

  “Yeah, I like you with brown hair more.” Emz pulls me into a hug. “So what happens with the council now that Rick is human?”

  “I can answer that.” We all look at the entrance and see Finn walk in. I am surprised to see him there.

  “Finn, how did you know we were here?” Zeke asks him.

  “I am in a small group who have waited a very long time for the prophecy. I was hoping it was you, Ivory. When I interviewed you, when you told me about your gift, I knew it could be you, but my suspicions were confirmed after the first meeting with the band and how they were looking at you. I’m just happy it all worked out.”

  “Rick said the prophecy was pure of heart, pure of love.”

  “The prophecy is thousands of years old. When it was translated all those years ago, they assumed pure of heart meant virgin. But it can mean so many things. With you loving them, you love them unconditionally. Pure of love, it explains why you were so protective of everyone, why you cared so much; you care with your whole self, even after what Sean did, you still kept him safe. You love with everything inside of you, even with people who are supposedly evil to the outside world, but you don’t judge, you never judged the guys. When you died, your blood healed itself, but as your heart stopped, it opened its true power.”

  “I swear this is all confusing,” Emz says, shaking her head. “So she was meant to meet the band and they were meant to fall in love, for her to become this greater power?”

  “Basically yes, she is going to set the supernatural world in order, deal with those who have broken the rules, and protect those who can’t protect themselves. She is the new council.” Finn passes me the scroll, and once it touches my hands, the scroll morphs into light and we watch as the cave transforms into a huge white room.

  Five thrones appear, the walls covered in wide windows. “Holy crap,” I say out loud.

  “The seats are yours and the band.” Finn points at them; I walk up the few steps that lead to them, touching the seats.

  “Wait.” I look over and see the people that were in Rick’s collection. I wave my hand over them and they are cleaned up, healed, and in normal clothing. “You are now free, but I want you to be a part of the council. Help me make this world better for all of us.” I put my hand in the middle of the group; I watch slowly as each of them place their hand on top of mine. A light surrounds our hands, connecting us. “If you ever need me, just call out to me.”

  “Thank you.” Claudia comes to me, tears falling down her cheeks. “You saved us.” She hugs me before stepping back.

  “Embrace your gifts and stay good.” I smile and they all nod; with one wave of my hand, I send them all back to their families.

  “Holy shit, that was so cool.” Emz runs to me, pulling my arm. “You wave your hand and shit happens. Who needs airplanes? You can just zap us anywhere.”

  “I am not going to abuse my power.” I laugh. “But I am thinking Spain,” I joke, and we both laugh. “So guys, I guess you are stuck with me.” I walk over to them. “Any regrets?”

  “Never,” Slate says, pulling me into him, kissing me softly.

  “Well, I will take Rick to the local police; I am sure they are going to be happy to hear all the things he has done.” Finn grabs Rick, and they leave.

  “What about the tour now that we are part of the council?” Rush asks us all.

  “We will go on tour and will only come here when needed. I am not staying seated all day every day; I would die of boredom.”

  “Never say die again,” Caspian says spinning me around before his arms wrap around me.

  “I guess tour it is,” Zeke says, clapping his hands together. “I need sleep.” He yawns.

  I smile and with a blink of my eye, I transport us all outside of the tour bus, and the guys look around in amazement.

  “Wicked.” Emz shakes her head.

  “Thank you, thank you for coming into our lives,” Rush says in my ear.

  “Thank you for having me.” I chuckle, tears prickling in my eyes.

  “So sweetie, even though you are all powerful, remember to stay safe and behave,” Dad says, coming over.

  “Yes Daddy, I’ll be good.” He hugs me.

  “Love you, sweetie, visit us soon.” She kisses my forehead and steps back.

  “Love you.” I wave at them and just like that, they are gone.

  “I can’t wait until you zap me away, but I want to hang around for the show. I want VIP treatment.”

  I laugh, pulling her toward the bus. “You got it.” She and the guys climb on the bus. Before I get on, I look behind me, looking out to the future ahead of me.

  Who would have thought my life would end up like this?

  I have so much more responsibility.

  I need to keep people safe, deal with those who threaten to cover this world in darkness.

  All I can say is…

  Bring it on.

  The End

  Read on for a excerpt for

  Wanting Wanter

  A Semi-Dark Romance

  Four men want her, but what lengths will they go to having her?

  Excerpt - Chapter 1

  Walking outside, I look through my bag for a cigarette and my lighter, and when I find them, I quickly take one lighting it up, inhaling the nicotine goodness. I only smoke when I'm drinking and right now I feel a little tipsy. The place is crowded with idiots and I had to have a few drinks to help bite my tongue where a few of these people are concerned.

  “Hey Winter.”

  I groan when I hear Patrick’s voice.

  “What are you doing out here by yourself?” He comes to my side, and I take in another puff.

  “I have like twenty other people near me.” I wave my hand around the people milling around.<
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  He shakes his head chuckling. “You know what I mean.”

  I do know what he means.

  “The place was getting a little hot and I wanted to get some fresh air.” Which is the truth. I love college parties, well I love them as long as I don’t have to interact with people that I hardly know, but when the parties are in small houses where everyone cramps in together, it can put a damper on my mood.

  “Having a good night?” he asks me, looking to the ground, kicking a stone.

  “Yeah, it’s alright. Candice seems to be having fun.” I look back towards the house. Candice is my best friend who has the ability to have fun at a morgue. She is the party girl. She gets male attention and enjoys getting drunk so what else could you ask for?

  “Candice always enjoys partying.”

  I nod in agreement.

  “So I was wondering—”

  Oh no. He’s going to ask me out again. He’s been drinking, and when he starts drinking, he always hits on me. I have known him for the last five years, but I don’t see him in that way: never have, never will. He's a good friend, with shaggy black hair and brown eyes, but there's no attraction.

  “If you wanted to go out sometime?”

  I inwardly groan. “Patrick, we have been through this: I don’t see you like that.” I continue smoking.

  “But if you would give me a chance.” He looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

  “It's not about giving chances. I see you as a brother. It would be weird if we dated, and it's not fair to you.” I plead with him to drop it.

  “You’re going to see that I am good enough for you one day and that I would treat you like a queen.” He gives me a wink and goes back inside.

  I know he will ask again. He thinks that if he wears me down, I will crumble and say yes, but it won't happen. I'm not after any kind of relationship.

  Been there, done that.

  Got the t-shirt.

  Men are assholes.

  I had a boyfriend back in high school, and when he broke it off, it hurt. I didn’t see it coming. There were no signs—no signs that I saw anyway. I think deep down I scared him off with what I was after from the relationship, but it hurt more when I found out that it only took a couple of weeks until he was seeing someone else.

  Fucker.

  I told myself that if I ever get those gittery butterflies, that giddy feeling when I am around a guy, I will give them a chance, but until then I am not being in a relationship just for the sake of it. I also avoid doing one-night stands, so at the moment I am pretty wound up sexually. I am ready to cave, but the guys at this college see me as a challenge: a girl that hasn’t slept with anyone.

  I take the last drag of my cigarette and stomp it out on the ground before heading back inside. I am near the door when I get a shiver; I feel like someone is watching me. I turn around, looking at my surroundings but no one stands out. Shaking away the feeling, I head back in, the place now crowded with drunken students. The place already smells like stale alcohol, sweat, and smoke. I squeeze my way through the people until I get to the kitchen making myself a drink.

  “Well, well, well, look who graced me with their presence at my party.”

  I feel a hard body press against my back and I turn my head to see Joshua Thomson, the college player. He is the most wanted guy in school with his thick blond hair, some of which covers one of his eyes that are a light green. He’s on the football team, and I know his body is pretty lickable, but he's a well-known dick towards women.

  Screws em’ and leaves em’.

  “Feel honored that I came.” I push my back against him, making him walk backward. “Nice party.” I move to the kitchen counter, grabbing a towel drying up the spills before jumping up and taking a seat.

  “I do. You’re the girl men want, but can never have. So how is Miss Ice Queen?” He smirks at me. He is lucky he’s good looking as his charm is as bad as a pile of shit. He is the main one to see getting between my legs a challenge.

  “How is Mr. Blue Balls? Still dreaming of my tight pussy?” I lift one leg, placing it on the counter. I'm wearing black skinny jeans, but his eyes still go to my crotch.

  “Always. I think if you let me give you one good fuck, it would melt some of that demeanor.” His eyes trail over my body.

  “I will stick to my toys, but thanks for the offer.” I wink at him.

  He steps in closer, getting between my legs. I look to his perfect green eyes—eyes that make women swoon—but they don’t work on me.

  “I will fuck you, Winter. You will beg for more; you will beg me to make you come.” His voice lowers, his body pressed up against mine.

  I am not completely immune: his body against mine feels really good. My core always aches for a physical release, something better than what my toys can give me, but I have very good willpower, even though my body is screaming at me to just let him fuck me.

  I'm not like most girls where you have sex once with a guy and expect them to be your instant boyfriend. I know it doesn't work like that, so I know if I let Joshua please me, it would benefit me. I would get a good orgasm and he would stop bugging me.

  But I also know he would tell everyone every single dirty detail.

  “You’re thinking about it. I guess your little cunt does work.” I feel his erection press against me, making that ache stronger. “Give me thirty minutes and I will make you feel so good.” He grinds harder against me so that I have to hold onto his upper arms to stop from shaking. I feel his lips go to my neck, and my eyes close as I enjoy the simple feeling of lips on my skin. I get that feeling again, that someone is watching me. I open my eyes and see a very attractive man watching us. He’s leaning against the wall, looking at us like he is watching a TV show. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes connect with mine, and it makes my whole body heat up.

  How can a look be a stronger feeling than a dick pressing against my core?

  Joshua continues grinding against me, but my focus is on the guy watching me. I look at his dark brown hair, and even with him a few feet away I can tell his eyes are ocean blue. They are very hypnotic. I have never seen anyone as gorgeous as him that isn’t famous. He looks like he could be a celebrity. My eyes stay on him, when Joshua straightens up, blocking my view of the mystery guy. I get a little annoyed and push Joshua away from me.

  He looks at me like I'm crazy. “What the fuck?”

  “I am not letting you fuck me in a room full of people.” I jump off the counter.

  “Then let me take you to my room.” He tries to take my hand, but I pull it away.

  “Nice try Joshua, this ain't happening. When I'm desperate enough, I will give you a call.” I smile sweetly at him and I can see anger build in his eyes.

  “Fucking tease,” he spits at me.

  “Doesn’t stop you to keep trying, though, does it?” I step up closer to him, my body pressed against him. “You know my cunt, as you say, is the Holy Grail. One taste, one feel and you will think you are in heaven. My pussy is tight as fuck. You know it, I know it… the whole fucking damn school knows it.”

  His breathing comes in faster, and I can feel his erection against me.

  I am a tease.

  A very good one.

  It’s the only fun I get to have seeing as I don’t spread my legs for every good-looking guy who thinks that their looks are enough.

  Thinking about looks makes me want to see Mr. Mysterious again.

  “I am sure you will enjoy a good blowjob from one of your many whores.” I walk around him, but he grabs hold of my arm, pulling me into him.

  “I will be inside you,” he growls.

  “We shall see.” I blow him a kiss before walking away from him, but the guy I wanted to see is gone. I look around the room. Nothing. Please don’t tell me I made him up in my head.

  Walking to the area that is meant to be the dancefloor, I see Candice dry humping a guy while they dance. I head towards her and when she spots me, she pulls me into her, her body grinding again
st mine as the guy’s grinds behind her. His eyes almost bug out seeing that I have joined them.

  Candice smiles wickedly at me, her body pressing harder against me. Her long, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes mean that she screams seduction. I met her during freshman year and we clicked instantly, but unfortunately for me, I have a little girl crush on her and she knows it. I also know that when she has drink in her, she takes advantage of it.

  When her lips land on mine, she kisses me hard, my fingers go to her hair, pulling her into me. When she pulls back a little, she smiles at me, and we all sway to the music. I let the music take over before looking to the side and I see the guy from the kitchen watching me once again.

  His eyes are trained on me.

  Him just looking at me is making me feel tingly.

  Like he knows what I'm thinking, he gives me a smirk and starts walking away. I step away from Candice and begin chasing after the strange guy. Everyone is in my way; I feel like I'm in a maze. Shoving my way through, I head in the direction the guy went but I have lost him again. I get to the stairs and walk up a few steps so I can have a better view of the room in front of me, but I can’t see him anywhere. Sighing in defeat, I head back outside. Grabbing another cigarette, I put it in my mouth and as I search for my lighter, a flame comes in front of me. I look up to see my mystery guy smiling at me.

  Lighting up my fag, I step back, taking him all in.

  Oh, my fucking God. He’s like a sex god on legs.

  “Thank you,” I say, and he bows his head a little. We stand there looking at one another, not saying a word, but the air around us has changed.

  Its charged up.

  He just watches me, looking at me with interest.

  “Are you going to say anything.” My voice gone a little shaky.

  “What would you like me to say?”

  Fuck me, even his voice gives me shivers. “Anything,” I say just above a whisper. I notice his eyes go a little darker. Does he know what effect he is having on me?

  “I've heard men talking about you; I've seen how men look at you. It's fascinating.” He takes a drag of his cigarette.

 

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