Novel Hearts by Boucher Rebecca & Bryant Molly & Greenhalgh Stephanie & Oliver Theresa & Paquette Jennifer & White Amber & White Elaine & Wilsoncroft J.S

Author:Boucher, Rebecca & Bryant, Molly & Greenhalgh, Stephanie & Oliver, Theresa & Paquette, Jennifer & White, Amber & White, Elaine & Wilsoncroft, J.S. [Boucher, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Write More Publications
Published: 2013-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

A Heart That Cannot Beat

By: Elaine White

A collection of short stories about the Charcot clan members

The characters in this story are based on the book

Runaway Girl

The Secrets of Avelina Chronicles

By: Elaine White

Valentine’s Day 1503

Damian sat on the windowsill, staring at nothing in particular. One foot was pressed against the frame, while the other dangled freely in the air. He was one story off the ground, sitting on the windowsill of the bedroom that he had once shared with Angela … so many years ago. There was nothing to see in the room, but his brain pulled many memories to the forefront of his mind. One was entering the house as husband and wife, with Angela holding onto his arm. Another, the night his father died in the downstairs bedroom while he watched helplessly from the window as an outsider. Long years of being Angela’s Peter Pan before that boy had ever existed, flitting in and out of her window, and her life. Watching the woman he loved grow old and live a life without him by night and babysitting her killer by day. It was impossible for him to see Amelia as anything else in those early days; the days before he loved her.

Little did he know that he had been followed by Trey, his brother-in-law, best friend and Angela’s closest living relative. He hated watching Damian torture himself over and again. “Damian, leave this place to your memories. Come away with me. Torment yourself no longer,” he begged, but it was no use. Damian sat forlorn, watching the memories play out within his mind’s eye.

Trey was forced into action. He raced up the staircase and straight into the bedroom that had once been his sister’s straight at Damian, pushing him out of the window. Both men fell out of the house, plummeting to the ground. When they landed, unharmed, Trey pinned Damian to the earth. “This is folly! Angela never would have wanted this,” he argued, trying to talk some sense into him, but it was useless. The pain was too raw, too soon. Damian pushed Trey away with little effort and rose to his feet. He stalked into the forest without a word or a care, thinking only of his Angela and the life that had been ripped from him. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t right. He could still remember that fateful night, so crystal clear in his mind.

They were about to turn in for the night, sitting by the fire in their bedroom, when a scream roused him from his thoughts and drew him to the doorway of the house. They had no neighbors on the outskirts of the forest, so without seeing anything outside his door, Damian ventured out to walk the perimeter of the house. It was unsettling times; witches were being burned and tortured. The council often snuck into people’s homes at night, hoping to see some sign of witchcraft within. On this particular night at the back of the house, he had found a man nosing around.