I touched his arm, feeling weirdly familiar with him even though I hadn’t seen him in almost ten years. “You are my father, and while I despise the games the high society always plays nothing will ever change that. Kip is…” My heart thudded for a moment because I wished it was different. “…meant to stay in my past. Clean slate and all. I wouldn’t need a new name if I was taking my past along anyway…”
He sighed. “He could get a new name, too.”
I shrugged, appreciating the offer, but not wanting that. “You saw the pictures. You were there. I cannot forget that. Ever. I couldn’t be happy with him.” And that I knew to be a fact, no matter how much I wished it would be different.
“So, Canada, huh?” Dad changed the topic and I nodded.
“Canada. Far away, cold and fresh in every way.”
He nodded, stalling for another moment, then he reached behind him and pulled something else out that he handed me. “I bought the tickets, Miss Dixon, and rented you a small apartment. You’ll be able to pay the rent for a little while.”
I placed my papers in my lap and folded my hands over them. “Will you be okay?”
He cocked his head. “Will you be?”
I didn’t know that, but I knew that a new life was what I needed to find that out.
And who knew, maybe life would throw Kip in my way again.
After all, third time’s a charm, right?
Acknowledgments
This is my first careful venture into writing something that is not my usual style. Thank you to Michelle Brown and all the guys in this anthology with me.
You helped me grow and get over myself. (A little at least…) I cannot tell you enough how much I appreciate the faith you have in me. Thank you.
Aimie and Lina, you two saved my ass.
Again. Thank you. I love you guys!
My readers… Thank you so much. Onto the next one. ;-)
To my new readers: Thank you and… Please remember, usually I’m writing things that aren’t like this. xD
xoxo
Sam
About Sam Destiny
Once upon a time, there was a young girl with her head full of dreams and her heart full of stories. Her parents, though not a unit, always supported her and told her more stories, encouraging her to become what she wanted to be. The problem was, young Sam didn't know what she wanted to be, so after getting her A-levels she started studying Computer Science and Media. After not even one year she realized it wasn't what her heart wanted, and so she stopped, staying home and trying to find her purpose in life. Through some detours, she landed an internship and eventually an apprenticeship in a company that sells cell phones. Not a dream career, but hey. Today she's doing an accounting job from nine-to-five, which mainly consists of daydreaming and scribbling notes wherever she can.
All through that time little Sam never once lost the stories in her heart, writing a few little of them here and there, writing for and with her best friend, who always told her to take that last step.
Only when a certain twin-couple entered her mind, bothering her with ideas and talking to her nonstop did she start to write down their story—getting as far as thinking she could finish it. Through the help of some author friends, and the encouragement of earlier mentioned best friend, little Sam, now not so little anymore and in her twenty-seventh year, decided to try her luck as an Indie author. She finished the story of the first twin, Jaden, and realized she couldn't ever stop.
So, it really is only after five that the real Sam comes out. The one that hungers for love, romance, some blood, a good story, and, at the end of the day, a nice hot cup of Chai Tea Latte.
And if the boys are still talking to her, she'll write happily ever after.
Books By Sam Destiny
Gun Shot Heart
Call Me Michigan
AJ’s Salvation
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Sam-Destiny/e/B00PXI4JZG
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Reader group: Destiny's Morningstars
For all the ‘good girls’,
don’t be afraid to create a little chaos.
“I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.” - Anaïs Nin
Chapter One
Elena
Attending Silvercrest Prep is like living in a fishbowl, everyone knows every dirty little secret about everyone else, or at least they think they do. If they knew even a quarter of the things The Society hid, they wouldn’t look at us in the same way ever again. Wealth is what makes this town run, and if you have it, you’re one of us. You’re protected, no matter the cost, no matter what depraved, disgusting thing you did. But make no mistake, you are also a pawn, a body to be bartered and traded with, like players on a baseball team. Everyone is seeking to progress, to move further up the ladder or secure family ties. If they told you it was like a rope around your neck, you wouldn’t think it was so wonderful, but building an empire sounds much sweeter rolling off the tongue, doesn’t it?
That’s what Tristan Radcliffe is, the rope cutting into my flesh, burning my skin as it is pulled tighter and tighter. I hate him for it.
“Come on, we’re going to be late for class if we don’t go now,” Serena, my best friend, says as she tugs on the sleeve of my blouse. We’d left campus to grab some lunch at a nearby coffee shop, and just as we are about to leave, I notice him standing in the doorway. Blocking our exit.
I sigh, grabbing my bag. I know that in this tiny town there is no avoiding him, but lately, he’s like my shadow. I clench my jaw; today, he’s got company in the form of Blythe Tanner, the daughter of a bookshop owner. She’s nothing, her parents don’t warrant her a second glance, but
